Page 51 of Cavaliere

“Cold?” Matteo asks as he feels a shiver run through my body.

“No.” Our eyes lock, the sexual tension in the car igniting even more to where it almost feels suffocating.

Matteo turns his attention back to the road, casually slipping his hand under my dress. His nostrils flare as he cups my bare pussy. “You were sitting across from me the whole time with no panties on?”

“I couldn’t wear them with this dress. I didn’t want the lines,” I barely get out as I struggle to breathe. The feeling of his rough hands on my smooth skin will forever make the cat purr.

“If I slide my finger through your pretty slit, what will I find? Will I find you soaked for me?” Matteo rumbles.

“Yes,” I gasp as I spread my legs as far as the car will let me. One knee rests against the car door and the other against the center console. I have no shame. All I can think about is easing this ache. An ache that’s only for Matteo.

“Fuck.” Matteo slams his foot on the gas as a finger slides through my wet slit, circling my entrance. “That’s what I thought. Fucking soaked,” he growls.

The rest of the ride back to the house passes by in a blur. Matteo continues to tease me but never penetrates, refusing to give me what he knows I want. He applies pressure to my clit, quickly picking up a pace that has me arching my back. I need more. I need him.

“Matteo,” I whine, trying to lift my hips, hoping he will get the hint, but I’m stopped by the seat belt.

“What is it? Are you needy, baby? A little achy?” Matteo murmurs. “Once we’re home and in our bed, I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you everything you need.”

My dress feels too tight as my breasts strain against the material. I need to feel his rough hands running up and down my body, leaving no skin untouched. This ride feels like it’s taking days when, in reality, it’s only twenty minutes.

Matteo hasn’t let up on my clit, making me cry out. The tingle at the base of my spine comes on fast as my walls start to flutter. “Nooooo,” I whine as his hand trails back down my leg. “Don’t stop.”

“You’ll come when I say you can fucking come, and it’s not going to be in my fucking car. When I do allow you to come, it’ll be on our bed with my cock buried so far in your tight cunt.” His rumble echoes throughout the car as he puts the fingers that were just on me in his mouth, sucking any evidence of me off of him. “Mmmm. I knew you would be my favorite dessert.”

Holy fuck.

I didn’t know they actually made men like this in real life. All I’ve done the last couple of weeks is read about them, but experiencing it firsthand? It feels like my vagina is about to combust if I don’t have his dick in me within the next ten seconds.

My eyes are glued to the massive bulge in his pants. The material is straining against his hard cock that’s just begging for me to let him out to play.

Licking my lips, I reach out, stroking it from the outside of his pants.

“Don’t,” Matteo hisses. “I won’t last thirty seconds if you touch me right now.”

My walls clench at his admission. Knowing that he’s equally affected is making my control about to snap, not that I’m under the delusion that I actually have any control here.

Throwing the car in park, Matteo whips open his door. “Don’t move.”

He doesn’t bother adjusting himself as he rounds the front of the car, whipping my door open just as fast. I grab the hand he has held out for me, wasting no time heading inside.

I hear Matteo sharply inhale, making me look back over my shoulder. “Something wrong?”

“Your greedy pussy soaked through your dress,” he growls before he unfreezes, eating up the distance between us. I have one foot on a step before I’m thrown over his shoulder. This time I want it. This time, I can’t wait for him to throw me around and claim it. He’s the type of man that will devour it.

“Matteo,” I breathe out as he throws me down on the bed, the fluffy duvet making me bounce slightly.

This man is looking at me like I’m his next meal.

He doesn’t say a word as he slowly unbuttons his shirt, his gaze hungrily raking over me. My body feels like it’s on fire. The dress feels too constricting. Reaching my arm behind me, I slowly start to drag the zipper down.

“Stop,” Matteo bites out, making me freeze and raise my eyebrows. “You teased me all night long with that fucking dress, your gorgeous leg on display, making me fight the urge to take my knife out and cut that slit even further until my glistening cunt was on display. And I would have fucking seen it. Do you know why?” he asks, but I’m getting the vibe that he doesn’t want to actually hear my answer. “Because it’s mine. Now, you sat across from me the whole night with no fucking panties on. So don’t you dare take away my pleasure of stripping that dress off of your delicious fucking body, Wren.”

“I’m—I’m sorry,” I choke out as his belt hits the floor. I thought the car felt suffocating because it was a tight space, but I’m starting to think that it was just him. This is what he does to me. It feels like nothing is enough to break this intense feeling that is swirling around us, ready to suck us in.

“What are you sorry for, tesoro?” Matteo rasps, giving his weeping cock a hard stroke. The purplish mushroom tip is begging for just a lick. “Stand up.”

If I wasn’t so turned on, I would have been fucking mortified at how quick I jumped up, so eager for any little scrap he’ll throw my way.