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Matt holds me against his chest for a few minutes, then he hooks a finger under my chin to raise my face. Our eyes meet and I smile. He’s gorgeous… and covered in my juices. I giggle and he chuckles.
“Happy with yourself?” he teases. I bite my bottom lip, unable to answer without laughing. He shakes he’s head. “You’re trouble, sweetheart. You know that?”
I roll my eyes. “Trouble is the man who’s fully dressed and has me pinned to a car, mostly naked and still shaking all over.”
Another low rumble of laughter that I want to bottle up and fill my heart with every day for the rest of my life. And beyond.
Matt rests his forehead against mine, still panting.Oh fuck, he didn’t come.He runs feather-like caresses over my bare arms, making my skin break into goosebumps.
His mouth hovering over mine, he whispers in a tone so soft it’s completely at odds with his words, “I need to fuck you, baby. Promise, after I’ll take you to bed and make love to you all night long. But right now, I need inside my woman.”
A needy moan escapes me, and I close the small distance between us, kissing him hard, deep, and wet. When our mouths detach, Matt takes a small step back and pulls out his wallet. When he fishes a condom out of it, my face flushes.Fuck, I’m gonna have sex. Maybe I need to tell him…But before I can decide, my mind goes blank. The vision of Mateo Romano fisting his big dick - thick veins running the length of its throbbing shaft, a pearl of precum glistening on its slit - short-circuits my brain. He unwraps the condom and pulls it on with shaky fingers, his eyes glued to the task at hand. And I watch, fascinated, as his majestic cock bobs, pointing straight up. Matt Romano is gonna be my first… my only one. Instead of scaring me, the thought washes over me with a wave of serenity and certitude.
With both of my hands around his hips, my ankles crossed at his back, the short, coarse hair around his dick rubbing against my parted lips, I’m shaking all over again. And an insane thought crosses my mind. I don’t know how I’m ever going to get anything done around this man. His presence entirely consumes me. I know he’s it for me.
At the same time I’m thinking,I’m gonna marry this man, Mateo’s large head-cock pushes through my pussy lips, rubbing its hard length over my sensitive skin, making me shake and moan loudly. Fuck, nothing has ever felt this good.
“Fuck… baby,” he lets out in a strangled voice, aligning with my entrance and starting to push in.
Long. Slow. Inch by inch. For a time that seems to stretch into infinity. As his thick girth invades me, I feel so full, impossibly stretched. To where it hurts. I snap my eyes shut and clench my teeth, but Matt doesn’t realize what’s happening. He’s lost in me. So when he raises his head, gifting me a glorious smile and sees the tears streaking my cheeks, he immediately withdraws.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
“I… I’m sorry,” I hiccup. “I hurt… it was hurting so bad.”
I’m so embarrassed, and fucking devastated we didn’t finish.
Mateo arranges my clothes, tucks himself inside his jeans without even pulling off the condom, and unlocks the car for us to climb in. Sitting in the driver’s seat, sideways, with his feet on the pavement, he tugs me onto his lap, holding me close to his chest.
And there, with my face buried in the warmth at the juncture between his shoulder and neck, basking in his scent, snuggled against his warmth and strength, my tears recede. At the same time, the pounding pain between my legs soothes down.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Did I hurt you? I’m sorry. So fucking sorry.” He presses tender kisses on my face between each sentence.
I sniffle, wipe my tears with the back of my hand, “No, I’m sorry. I should have told you.”
“Was this… your first time?” he asks cautiously.
I nod, peering at him from under my lashes. He blinks several times. I can see conflicting emotions pass over his handsome features, but I don’t know Mateo enough to decrypt them. He lets out a harsh, ‘fuck!’, then lifts me to set me on the passenger side. Like I weigh nothing. Even through the haze of the last intense minutes, I’m shocked by his strength and the fluidity of his movements.
Matt climbs fully into the car, closes his door, and turns to face me.
“How old are you?” I’m not exactly sure why, but his voice is strained, like he’s afraid of what my answer’s going to be.
“I’m… I’m eighteen.”
I watch in fascination as his jaw tightens and works, a muscle jumping in his cheek. “Who fucking sent you?” he finally grits out between clenched teeth.
“What? No one! I was just-”
He interrupts me, “hanging out with your invisible friends, yeah.” His somber eyes are throwing daggers as he leans into me, thunderous. “My fucking dream girl just appears at a party where I’m doing a drop. How fucking convenient. Are you with the cops? The school?”
“I’m not with anyone, Matt! Please, listen to me-”
He leans closer into my side of the car and I don’t move by an inch. Just stare in complete shock. I have no idea what he’s talking about! I’m not even scared by his fury. And God knows I should be. He’s like a fucking dragon breathing fire.
“Matt,” I try again. But I’m only met by silence, except for the click of the seat-belt he just fastened around me in quick, efficient movements.
He does the same for himself and brings the powerful engine to life.
