It’s incredibly noisy as it comes undone, parting the material. It slides down, leaving me completely topless. I hadn’t worn a bra under the dress.
Matteo smiles like he approves. For a moment, he stays in position, gaze tracking up and down my body.
“Your turn. Take off your shirt,” I order.
His eyebrow arches at the command. But then, surprisingly, he heeds my request. I watch as he unbuttons his shirt, deft fingers working achingly slow. When he finishes, he balls his shirt in a fist and tosses it on the floor.
My mouth waters at the sight of him. He’s a tower of muscle and sin. There’s a tattoo on his chest, right above his heart. It’s a crest with words in Italian written above it.
My Italian is a little rusty and a part of me wants to ask him to translate. But then he’s pulling me closer. His large warmhands slide down to grasp my ass, caressing, lifting and then squeezing before traveling upwards. He cups my breasts in his palms, rolling my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.
“These are nice,” he murmurs, his voice thick.
And then he leans down to take one erect nipple into his mouth. I groan, clutching the hair at his nape. My nails dig into his biceps. My hands come up between us and I manage to unbuckle his pants, pushing past the hem and the boxer briefs underneath.
I wrap my hands around his cock and I’m rewarded with a growl of pleasure. It’s huge and hard, throbbing in my palm. Without detaching from my nipple, he assists me in pulling down his clothes until he’s bare in front of me. I stare at his cock with wide eyes. He’s huge and thick.
I wrap both palms around the entire hard length of him and begin pumping, squeezing my fists up and down and dragging his hot, sensitive skin back and forth. His hips buck into my hands.
Too soon, his hands grab my wrist and with a soft grunt, extricating himself from my clenching grasp.
“Enough. Get on the bed.”
I don’t even argue or make any comments about his tone. I climb into the middle of the bed, waiting, expectant. Matteo stares at me for a second and I want to hide from his gaze.
“I should tie you to the headboard,” he says darkly. “Fuck you until you’re helplessly moaning and begging for release.”
Even more moisture gathers between my legs at his words.
“But not today. Make no mistake, though. I’m not going to be gentle,” he warns me.
I swallow, my heart rate picking up. “I didn’t ask you to be.”
My answer pleases him.
“Good.”
He climbs onto the bed and pushes my legs apart. Then he thrusts into me with a savagery that has me moaning loudly.
Matteo Vitale doesn’t offer me soft pretty words or a slow pace. He fucks hard and fast, filling me in a way that feels like he’s trying to imprint inside of me. He buries himself to the hilt, hitting parts of me deep inside.
He reaches between us, fingers resting against my clit as he strums it like a string. His muscles contract and strain with effort as he pounds into me.
“Go on. Come for me.”
I explode, my pussy tightening around his cock as I come.
“Good girl. But we’re not done yet,” he informs me.
“I-I can’t,” I gasp as spasms roll through me.
His eyes are darkened with lust. It should terrify me but I’m too far gone to care.
“No, no, princess. You’ll take everything I have to give.”
He flips me over, and my face is suddenly pushed against the mattress with my ass up in the air. He doesn’t give me any time to prepare. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he hauls me backward and impales me on his cock in the same breath.
I whimper at the sudden fullness, the sensitivity, the sting. Before I can suck in a breath, he slams into me with such force that the bed shifts from the impact. I turn my face to the side, releasing a scream.
