Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
He glances up with a gleam in his eye and wetness covering his mouth.
“Holy shit, Sweetness.” He grins and stands as he unbuckles his pants. “You just came all over my face.”
“Is … the counter wet?” I ask, my face and neck heating in embarrassment.
“Fuck yeah, it is. You squirted all over the place.” He swipes between my legs and brings his fingers up to his mouth. “Best birthday dessert ever.”
He pulls his jeans and briefs down, exposing his dick, and my eyes go wide because—oh my God—not only is he thick and long, but …
“Are you pierced?”
He grabs me by the back of my neck and crashes his mouth against mine. His tongue invades my mouth, and I can taste myself on him. There’s nothing sweet about it, but the fact that he seems to genuinely like the taste of me has me kissing him back.
He pulls my body toward his and then thrusts into me, and I scream out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
“Fuck yes,” he hisses, holding my hips so I don’t slide into the wall or onto the floor. “I knew you’d feel good, but this is better than any fantasy I had.”
Wait … he’s fantasized about me?
Just as I’m starting to adjust to his size, he swivels his hips, and I feel every one of the piercings as they massage my inner walls.
“You feel that, Sweetness?” he murmurs against my mouth as he continues to fuck me in a deep, steady rhythm.
“Yes,” I breathe out.
I’ll never orgasm from it, but, wow, does it feel good.
Usually, I just lie there and close my eyes, waiting for the guy to finish, but right now, I can barely catch my breath.
“Are you close?” he asks, tweaking my nipple with one hand while his other stays gripped on my hip, helping him fuck me nice and deep.
I nod, not wanting to ruin the moment.
And then after a few more thrusts, I moan loudly, pretending like I’m coming.
I expect him to follow, but instead, he stops and looks at me.
“What the fuck?” he hisses. “Did you just fake an orgasm?”
My eyes go wide. “What? No.” I shake my head. “I came.”
“Don’t lie to me,” he says, using the same words on me that I flung at him before. “Did you come?”
“No, but it’s not you,” I rush out. “It’s me. I can’t orgasm through penetration. Please, Matteo. Don’t ruin this. I already came. Just pretend I came again so you can finish.”
He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind and then shocks the hell out of me when he lifts me into his arms—with his hard cock still inside me—and walks us over to the couch.
He sits down, and I have no choice but to sit in his lap. In this position, somehow, he feels even bigger.
“Fuck, do you have any idea how sexy you look like this?” he says, playing with my nipples. “Sitting on my cock with your big tits in my face.” He pulls my nipple into his mouth, swirls his tongue around the tip, and then sucks so hard that my pussy clenches around his cock.
“That’s it,” he says. “Now, I want you to ride me, baby. Feel me inside you. What feels good?”
I lift slightly and gyrate my hips, and something inside me ignites.
“That … that feels good,” I tell him.
“Good girl. Do that again.”
He grips the curves of my waist and helps me ride him.
“There,” I breathe out when we hit a spot that lights a spark within me.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Keep riding me. Use me for your pleasure.”
Little by little, using his dick like it’s my personal play toy, I find what feels good and repeat the motion over and over again until heat begins to spread through my body.
“I feel it,” he says. “You’re so damn close. Take what you need, baby.”
A few more swivels of my hips, and an orgasm, unlike anything I’ve felt, rips through me.
I scream out Matteo’s name, and he pulls my mouth to his, swallowing my cries as we both ride out our climaxes.
“Now, you fucking came,” he says with a smile against my lips. “Don’t you ever fucking fake an orgasm with me again. Or I’ll bend you over and spank that luscious ass. Got it?”
Too out of breath to speak, I simply nod.
“Good,” he says. “Now, let’s take this to the bedroom. I’m nowhere near done with you.”
“What?” I gasp. “What about your cake?”
“Fuck my cake.” He laughs. “You gave me a taste of your pussy. That’s the only dessert I want to taste.” He leans in and licks my lips. “And I plan to eat it all night long.”
He lifts and carries me upstairs to his bedroom and drops me onto the bed. Naturally, my legs open, exposing everything to him, and he grins.