Page 78 of Cavaliere

One hard thrust, and I’m in, hitting the back of her throat and making her gag. Tears pool in her pretty blue eyes as they stare up at me.

She looks so fucking pretty on her knees at my mercy, my cock in her mouth and tears streaming down her face.

“Suck,” I demand, flexing my hips.

This time, she doesn’t keep me waiting.

Her tongue laps around the shaft as she swallows, taking me even deeper.

“Oh, fuck.” I groan as I keep up my light thrusts. Every time my cock glides against the back of her throat, my balls tighten. I’m not going to last.

My hand that’s in her hair tightens as I pull back slightly, letting her tongue swirl around the head before thrusting back in, making the sweet sound of her gagging echo throughout the bathroom.

“If you don’t want anyone to hear, you better save those sweet noises for only my ears, baby.” She lets out a long moan around my cock, concern for who hears long gone.

“I’m going to come down this pretty throat like the dirty fucking whore you are.” The thought of marking another part of her is almost too much. “But only for me though. This is the last first time you’ll ever suck someone’s cock. You want to know why? Because I own you. I own every fucking inch of your body, tesoro. Every.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Inch.” Thrust.

My eyes roll back into my head each time the head of my cock hits the back of her throat. The moan she lets out in agreement is what sends me over the edge, and spurt after spurt of my hot come shoots down her throat.

And she swallows all of it.

“Good girl,” I rumble as I carefully pull my softening cock out of her mouth, not wanting to hurt her.

Neither of us says a word as we catch our breath. Wren is still on her knees with my hand in her hair as she stares up at me. My fingers slowly massage her scalp. “You good?”

“Yeah,” she says softly after a moment. Her chin is covered with saliva, and mascara is dripping down, but to me, she’s never looked more beautiful.

“Come on,” I say, removing my hand from her hair and holding it out to help her up.

“Oh my god,” Wren gasps as she looks at her reflection in the mirror. Her voice sounds a little hoarse. “Goddamn you, Matteo! Your entire family is going to know what we just did in here! Your mother is going to know!”

“I promise you they won’t. No one even heard us. The living room is too far away.” It’s a straight-up lie because we’ve been gone for at least ten minutes now, but she doesn’t need to worry about that either.

Wren whips around and looks at me with a crazy look on her face. “I’m not talking about them hearing us. Look at me!” She waves her hand around her face. “I look like I just got done taking three loads to the face.”

I really try to contain it, but I can’t help it. A deep laugh bursts out of me. “You did just take a load to the face.”

“Don’t be crude,” Wren snaps as she smacks my chest. “Let me try to clean up before we head back out there.”

Five minutes later, all traces of messed up makeup and spit are gone from Wren’s face. She finger-combed her hair enough where, by her standards, she said it could pass as presentable. I don’t have the heart to tell her that her lips are still swollen.

“Let’s get this over with. I have other plans with you tonight.”

Chapter

Forty-Five

WREN

“Gio totally knew what we did in the bathroom,” I grumble as we walk down the driveway of his mother’s house hand in hand.

Overall, dinner was amazing. I don’t think I fully realized the extent of the gap not having a family of my own had created. Yeah, I have Delaney, but that doesn’t replace a mom.

Nothing about tonight felt forced. The conversation flowed with jokes and whatever random things they wanted to talk about. You could feel the love as soon as you step foot into that house. And that’s all Camilla. She loves her boys with her whole body. It felt absolutely fucking amazing to be so welcomed by her. I tried to hang on to that moment as long as I could because I know as well as anyone that a love like that isn’t a guarantee. And who knows what’s going to happen with Matteo and me after all of this shit is over with.

“He did not.” Matteo laughs beside me.

“I’m sorry. Was I imagining the smirks he was shooting at us throughout the rest of the night?”