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He brought his lips to mine, groaning against my supple, hungry lips. The tension was palpable and my nipples were so hard they could cut glass.
It was like my body knew Matthew’s touch, and was responding on its own. It had been a couple of days since we last fucked. I could almost say I was being deprived.
Sex in the past for me was not as exciting and wild as this. But then again, Matthew was a man. He was experienced, and he knew how to worship my body like no other.
“Untie my dress,” I demanded as I slowly pulled away. The faster we got naked, the faster he could be inside me. And tonight, I didn’t have time for drinks and sweet words.
This was what we had established. Physical. Nothing emotional, nothing too intimate. We fuck, we talk, we go on our merry way. And even though I wished it didn’t have to be like that, I knew it was the best way for us to handle things.
In fact, there was nothing intimate about me and Matthew other than when we were having sex. It was always distant, vulgar—detached. He didn’t stay in my place and didn’t do small talk. The truth was, I didn’t know anything about Matthew. At least not the things that mattered anyway.
He knew about my situation but that was it. The only thing we had in common was Ryan. And I could hardly call that a bond.
I turned, grabbing my hair to the side so that Matthew could find the knot of the strap at my nape. With one pull, the top of my dress dropped, exposing my breasts.
He cupped them from behind, massaging them as I leaned my head against his shoulder. He brought his lips to nibble my ear, his body bowed to reach my height.
“Someday soon,” he whispered, palming my full breasts and erect nipples. “I’m going to fuck your tits and come all over them.”
My breasts weren’t that big—average at most. But it would be fun to watch his cock slide between them. Matthew had a lot of tricks up his sleeves, and that was what I liked most. The spontaneity of our sex was incredible. He knew how to treat a woman well with his filthy mouth. And I wasn’t complaining.
Sex was something I was fond of. I liked to do different, risky things as well. It had been a bummer that the men I had slept with in the past were too vanilla, too boring.
But then Matthew came into the picture and he had set the standard. He was dominant and in control. Yet he allowed me to do whatever I wanted. He embraced my dominance, craved it.
“Hmm,” I hummed. “Promising me things as always, Mr. Parker. But I’d rather you fuck my pussy instead.”
“I will. After I fuck that smart mouth of yours.” He kissed my shoulder once and tugged me away from him.
I turned, and I saw that he was unbuckling his belt. Enjoying the sight, I looked up into his eyes and bit my lower lip.
Closing the gap between us, I reached for his waistband, and before he could undo the button, I inserted my hand in his pants over his boxers and I grabbed his hard, erect cock.
“Fuck, Reagan,” he moaned, his body bent in the middle from the firm grip of my hand around his shaft. I moved my hand up and down his length.
“So hard, Matthew,” I purred as his mouth formed into an O. His breath caught. “Who are you hard for?”
This was always how sex unfolded with us. Matthew would allow me to take control, to test the temperature—to know how far he could go. It was almost sweet of him to prioritize my needs above his. And in return, I made sure I pleased him.
“Just for fucking you, Reagan,” he hissed through gritted teeth as I licked and bit my lower lip, stroking his cock in his pants.
“That’s fucking right, baby.”
Matthew brought his mouth to mine once more and he bit my lower lip as he pulled away. He groaned and took a deep breath as my hands teased the tip of his dick.
“On your knees,” he demanded, soft and slow, yet the tone of his voice told me to obey.
So I went on my knees, removing my hands from his pants, not breaking eye contact. With my tits exposed in the cold room, I pulled his pants down along with his boxers. His cock was hard and erect in front of me, veins bugling as his length pulsed.
At least it wasn’t just my body reacting.
“Spit on my cock, Reagan.”
My saliva drooled down his cock as my hands stroked his length and I could almost see his legs buckling at my touch.
I coated him with my spit as I licked the tip of his dick. His pre cum tasted tangy in my mouth. Then I wrapped my lips around him.
Matthew was a big man, and so was his cock. But I was a spontaneous girl and I never backed down from a fight. So, I pushed my head further forward. In and out. In and out. With each bob, I took him deeper down my throat, testing my limits as his penis invaded the back of my mouth. Then, all of a sudden, I gagged, coughing around his length, tears escaping from the corners of my eyes.
