Page 74 of Targeted By Desire

I wriggled underneath his hand, trying to lift my upper body up. “Mateo.”

He applied more pressure on the back of my neck, keeping me pinned down against the mattress. “Uh-uh,” he said, his deep voice sending pulses straight to my pussy. “You’re gonna shut the fuck up and take this dick.” He pulled back a few inches and thrust himself right back in. “You understand?”

The mix of pain and pleasure from his movement sent me into a trance. I nodded, willing to do anything he said so long as it meant he’d keep going.

“Good girl,” he said, giving me another harsh thrust. He let me adjust to his size and stride, gradually picking up the pace.

Balancing myself on my knees and chest, I did my best to keep up with him. I arched my back when he pulled back and shoved my hips backward when he came for me, meeting him halfway. Our skin collided against each other over and over, my ass cheeks clapping with every crash.

His dick tensed inside of me, and his fingers dug deeper into the sides of my neck. “Shit, Simone,” he groaned.

A smile tugged at my lips as I threw my ass back harder, faster. I didn’t want to be the only one seeing stars. I wanted to make him see a galaxy too.

The hand on the back of my neck slithered around to the front, cupping my throat in his fingers. Forcing my head back, he squeezed tight and picked up the pace.

“Fuck,” I whimpered as my airflow grew scarce and stars twirled around the edges of my vision. “Mateo!”

“Mhm, baby, this is what you like, isn’t it?” His hand slipped over my hip and slithered between my thighs.

I could barely speak when his fingers twirled around my clit. Pleasure sprung through my body like lightning, shocking every single nerve. My mouth hung open, incomprehensible moans slipping out of it as I gasped for air he wouldn’t let me have.

“That’s right, baby, cum for me,” he encouraged.

His voice pushed me over the edge, sending me straight into the sparkling ocean of euphoria.

He let me writhe on his dick, fucking and choking me through my orgasm. His thrusts slowed with my trembles, only coming to a stop when they did.

“Hm,” I mumbled as my lower half collapsed onto the cushions.

“Hold on now,” Mateo said. He flipped me onto my back and grabbed my ankles, hoisting both of them up over his shoulders. “Who said I was done with you?”

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he plunged into me again. In this position, there wasn’t much I could do besides let him drag me up and down to the rhythm he set.

Mateo wasn’t one to hold back. At the higher angle, his thrusts gained more momentum, driving his dick harder and faster inside of me.

Though my pussy was sensitive from the last orgasm, I sure as hell didn’t mind. The lingering sparks intensified the pleasure. My eyes fluttered shut as I threw my head back, giving him complete control.

He leaned down towards me, bending my legs with him. His lips crashed onto mine, and he rolled his hips to purposefully rub himself against my clit.

My legs burned from the straining position, but I didn’t complain. The pleasure was better than any pain I was experiencing.

Our kisses broke as he dove deeper into me. He pressed his lips against my ear. “You got one more in there for me?” He asked.

I couldn’t find the words to respond. My head was still reeling from the last two orgasms, and here he was about to coax out another. Incomprehensible moans were the only things I was able to get out of my mouth. I gripped his biceps as he picked up speed, each thrust sending me deeper and deeper into the mattress. I didn’t want him to stop. Not when he was fucking me like this.

“Fuck,” he grumbled, close to a climax his damn self. His dick pulsed inside of me, trying to restrain from exploding as my cum drenched him again.

He shifted his head and sank his teeth into my neck. His throat rumbled as he moaned into my skin. His hot cum shoved against the film of the condom, trying to break out to coat my walls.

My legs fell from his shoulders as he released his hold on them.

He lingered on top of me for a moment, his breaths heavy and uneven.

“Damn,” I muttered, struggling to catch my own breath. “You sure know how to wear a girl out.”

Mateo chuckled. “So, I’ve been told.” He rolled off and lay on his back beside me. Relaxing, he stretched out his legs and cupped his hands behind his head. The silver light of the moon coming through the windows spilled over his umber brown skin, illuminating every single scar.

I scooted closer, eyeing the longer ones scaling across his chest. Raising my hand, I asked, “May I?”