Page 96 of Serving Bunt

The stretch was intense, a burning fullness that made every nerve ending light up like fireworks on the Fourth of July. I could feel every thick inch of him pulsing against my walls, the slight tremble in his thighs pressed tight against mine, the faint scent of chlorine from the pool still clinging to us.

Matty let out a shaky breath. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

He slid a hand up to cup the back of my neck.

“I can take it,” I assured him. The drag of him against my prostate sent white-hot sparks shooting up my spine. “Just please— Please move.”

Matty started slowly, rolling his hips in a way that had me moaning with every thrust.

Holy fuck.

This was really happening.

After all the hours I had spent dreaming about it, writing about it, imagining Matty’s cock stretching me open while I typed erotic scenes at 2 a.m., it was finally real.

And it felt fucking fantastic.

I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper, desperate for more.

Just then, a warm, wet tongue lapped at my toes. A laugh bubbled out of me before I could stop it.

Matty froze mid-thrust, eyes wide. “What—”

The sudden clench of my hole around him made his eyes flutter. “Oh fuck.” He groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily.

I laughed harder, which only made me tighten around him again. “Sorry, but we seem to have . . . an intruder.”

Mo had somehow jumped onto the bed without either of us noticing. Her tongue lolled out as she gave my toes another enthusiastic lick like they were her new favorite treat flavor.

“Mo!” Matty hissed. “Off the bed.”

She blinked at him innocently. Matty reached around and gently scooped her up, depositing her on the floor with a firm but affectionate, “Go on, princess. Bedtime. Daddy’s busy.”

She trotted off toward the hallway without so much as a backward glance.

I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, sweet girl.

Tonight, I needed to get fucked.

“Sorry,” Matty muttered.

“It’s okay. Daddy.”

Matty’s expression shifted from amused to heated in a heartbeat. He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a filthy kiss as he powered inside me, harder this time, deeper.

The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. I moaned openly, legs tightening around him, urging him on.

Every time he drove into me, sparks exploded behind my eyes. It wouldn’t be long now. I reached down and fisted my cock in time with his rhythm, but he batted my hand away and replaced it with his own, stroking me tight and fast.

“Matty,” I moaned, head falling back against the pillow.

“That’s right,” he rasped, snapping his hips forward. “Be a good boy and beg for it.”

The words sent a fresh bolt of heat straight through me. Bossy Matty has come out to play.

I loved it when he got like this. I loved . . . him.

“Please.” I gasped, legs locked tight around his waist. “Harder, tesoro. I can take it. I want it.”