Matteo Read Online Clarissa Wild

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The pre-cum is lathered all over as I roll my hand around my shaft, picturing it’s her doing this. It’s so wrong, so goddamn wrong, but I can’t control myself any longer. And right when I think about her kiss at the altar again, I come undone.

All the pent-up desire unleashes, and I spurt my cum all over the floor until I’m satiated and the lust no longer controls my every waking thought.

But when I open my eyes again, there she is.

Not in my mind, but in the living flesh, staring right back at me through the small gap between my door.

Fuck.

STELLA

My eyes widen in shock.

He came.

He was jerking off, and he came.

And not only that, but he’s absolutely huge and curved, and while he’s staring at me, I’m staring at it.

My God.

I immediately turn around and bolt off through the hallways back to my room, where I left Sarah the moment she came to fetch me from the bathroom, just like Matteo said she would. But she was far too busy with cleaning up the mess I made of my room to notice I’d disappeared a second time to roam around the house.

I just didn’t imagine I’d ever find Matteo, jerking off on his own bed.

I close the door behind me and stay put for a few seconds, gathering myself while my mind slowly begins to spin out of control.

I can’t believe what I just saw. That cock … was gigantic.

And he saw me looking at him.

At his dick.

“Are you okay, ma’am?” Sarah asks.

I swallow. “I’m fine. It’s fine. Everything’s fine.”

But everything is not fine. Not at all, because I can’t stop fucking thinking about how big he was and how much it made me throb seeing him explode.

Fuck.

I shiver in place, and Sarah says, “Are you cold, ma’am? Let me run you a hot bath.”

She gets up from the floor and drops all the broken glass into the bin before walking to the en suite bathroom and turning on the faucet.

“Thanks,” I mutter, while I contemplate whether or not I should still try to run while I can, before she locks the door on me again.

Then again, I really don’t want to run into him right now.

When she’s all done, she smiles at me. “Let me help you out of that dress.”

I try to protest, but she won’t let me as she spins me around and unzips me, tugging at the white gown. “There. Much better, right?”

“Thanks,” I say, smiling back.

“Do you need anything else from me?”

I shake my head. “Not right now.”

“Call me if you need anything, ma’am, and I’ll be right there.”

“Of course,” I say. “And again, I’m sorry about the mess.”

“It’s fine.” She laughs it off. “You don’t wanna know the number of times I’ve had to clean up after his mess.”

After giggling some more, she abruptly ceases, as if she realized she said too much. She swiftly bolts out of the room, locking me inside again.

I blow out a breath and head toward the bathroom, where I peel away all my clothes before I climb into the bath, hoping it’ll take my mind off what I saw in his room … even though I’m pretty sure the mere memory of his hard-on and how it actually made my pussy throb watching him jerk-off is now seared into my brain for all of eternity.

I sink farther into the bath, trying to drown out my thoughts of absolute filth, but I can’t. I simply can’t stop thinking about how Matteo sat there on his bed with his back arched, muscles tensing as he thrust into the palm of his hand.

Good God.

I come up for air again, but my hand instinctively slips down my belly toward the crevice between my legs, and without giving it a second thought, I start rubbing myself to the memory of him.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I can’t stop it either.

The lust in his eyes was so palpable … I could almost feel it.

Tingling, right there where I’m touching myself.

My fingers swirl around my pussy as I tilt my head back and close my eyes while I think of the only man I should not be thinking about right now.

But those muscles, and the way he clenched as he came undone, are bringing me to new heights I never knew I could reach.

And as I shift in the tub and let out a moan, my fingers slip inside my pussy, and I finger myself to the thought of my Mafia husband jerking off because of me.

I know it’s reckless.

I know it’s insane.

There’s no way he did that because I was in his vicinity, but my mind creates its own narrative to satiate the growing need building inside me.

I can’t stop, I’m too close.

I rub my clit until I come just as hard as he did.


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