"Daily," she says, pushing her ass back to meet my thrust. "Hung that mirror there, just in case."
"Presumptuous," I say with a smirk.
She bites her lip. "Manifesting."
"Is the real thing better?" I ask. I'm fishing, and I don't fucking care if she knows it. "Tell me."
She shifts her weight to one arm and grabs a throw pillow. I takeit from her, wedging it between her and the arm of the couch.
I want you to stop holding back.
Her hair has fallen free of it's tie, and I wrap the ends around my fist and tug. I watch her tits swing with each thrust. Her pussy is so fucking tight and warm. I don't know how long I'll last.
"Fuck, Mateo. I could watch you fuck me forever. The way your body moves. The way you look at me. It makes me so fucking hot."
I swallow and give her what she asked for.
I stop holding back. Knee be fucking damned.
Her pussy throbs around my cock, gripping it every time it pounds into her. I pull her hair harder, and the couch shifts beneath us. My pace speeds up, and my balls slam against her clit with each drive of my hips. The couch slides from beneath us and the pillow falls. She places one hand on the arm, supporting herself and slides the other between her legs.
"You fuck me so well," she cries on an empty breath. "God, I love the feel of your cock. It hits all the right places."
"Fuck, I don't know if I can—"
"Such a good fucking boy, doing what I say. Fucking me hard, the way I crave."
I release my grip on her hair and slide the snake on my hand up her spine. Her back arches, and she shudders beneath my touch. I trail my fingers over her shoulder and around her neck, but I don't squeeze. She squeezes her eyes shut, the hand between her legs moving at a pace I'm struggling to keep up with.
"You know me so well," she says, when she opens her eyes again. "Come with me, Mateo. On my back, let me see what I do to you."
My fucking god.
I squeeze her throat, sliding my cock in and out of her. My eyes don't leave hers. We're locked in, locked on, and fuck. Fucking, fuck.
Her pussy clenches around my cock, and it's the catalyst that pushes us both over the edge. I hammer my cock deeper, pushing myself further than I should. Her body tenses and when her lips part, I pull myself from her warmth and grip my shaft, coating her back with my cum, claiming her. Her eyes roll back, her lashes fluttering as the storm clears. I release my grip on her throat and grab her hips to keep her steady as her legs buckle beneath her.
"We've made a real mess haven't we?" she asks with a small laugh.
That we have, Storm Cloud.
That we have.
Chapter thirty-six
Jade
Mateo's phone vibrates next to me on the counter. Kyler's name flashes across the screen, but he makes no move to answer the call.
"That's the second time he's called," I say.
"I'll call him back later," he says with a shrug.
Mateo slices two croissants and drizzles them with olive oil.
"What are you making us?" I ask.
"You'll like it," he says, lifting one side of his mouth up in a half smile.
