Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
My arousal builds and builds until I sense the peak just within reach. And then, Matteo pulls out of me.
I reach my hands toward where I think he is, attempting to grab onto him.
“Patience, kitten,” he says.
I cry out when heat stings my skin again. Wax. The third punishment.
“You’re okay,” he says soothingly, his finger pressing against my clit and rubbing me in lazy circles. He pushes two more digits into my pussy. My whimpers turn into moans, even as he presses a slick finger against my asshole.
My cheeks flame. I don’t know if I’m embarrassed by the pleasure I feel from his finger invading my ass, or if I’m burning up from lust. Maybe it’s both.
Matteo’s fingers brings me higher and higher with every stroke, every thrust. Just when I feel the peak within reach again, he pulls his fingers out of me.
I open my mouth to protest, but then he presses the head of his cock against my asshole. My heart thumps in my chest. We’ve talked about this a lot, but we’ve never actually done it.
“Relax, kitten,” he says. Then, he thrusts inside me. He goes slow, pulling back out every time he meets some resistance. When my forehead is covered with sweat, I hear his voice. “I’m all the way in. How does it feel, kitten?”
How does it feel to have my anal cherry popped? Sinful. Filthy. And arousing. I feel like Matteo has completely taken possession of me.
“Does it feel good?” he asks again.
Biting down on my lip, I nod. I can’t even speak.
Gradually, Matteo fucks me harder and faster, his fingers stroking the inside of my pussy and my clit. Already sensitive from my near-orgasms, I reach the peak and feel myself crash over the edge. I grab onto Matteo’s strong arms as my pussy clenches around him.
With a loud growl, he slams harder into me, his fingers digging into my flesh. I feel him twitch in my ass, the sensation strange and sensual. He grips my hips as he comes, shooting ropes of cum inside me.
As usual, Matteo pulls me into his embrace and strokes me gently, his hands a soothing balm. “I’d be very surprised if we’ve just caused another surprise conception.”
“Well, yeah. You’re not exactly in the right place for conception. Basic biology.” Laughing, I wrap my arms tighter around Matteo. This time, I won’t run away from him. Never.
Matteo has ruined me for other men. I can’t even fantasize about sex with someone else. I can’t come unless it’s Matteo’s dick inside me, unless it’s Matteo’s hands hurting me and bringing me pleasure at the same time.
Even if he enjoys inflicting pain on my body, Matteo is the man I’m meant to be with. Even if it’s not perfect, this is the life I’m meant to live.
Epilogue
Matteo—Six Years Later
“Are you kidding me?” Grace’s jaw drops open, half-outraged, half-laughing.
“Oh my God, Dad. Can I go in there?” Jack asks excitedly.
I ruffle Jack’s hair. I used to be able to do this with my hand just hanging by my side, but almost up to my shoulders now, and he dodges away when I try to do this. It’s a real challenge. I live a hard life, I know.
Today, though, Jack stays in place, although he’s almost vibrating from excitement. His manic eyes dart between my face and the tree house.
“Of course. It’s yours.” I barely finish talking before Jack darts off toward the new addition to our backyard.
“I left for a week, and this is what I come home to.” Grace shakes her head, but the small smile on her lips tells me she’s at least a little pleased. “You know how long it took me to find a birthday gift for him in Berlin? And how much of a hassle it was to ship it home? And now, you’ve outshined me.”
“What did you get for him?” I ask. The sun is still hanging low in the sky, and nobody has presented Jack with presents for his ninth birthday yet—nobody but me.
“This battery-powered little car manufactured by Audi,” she says with a sigh.
“That’s a good gift.” I pause, folding my arms across my chest as I gaze at the glorious wooden structure perching atop a big-ass tree. There’s ladder for access, of course, as well as a bridge connecting it to the next tree. There’s even a wraparound balcony. “Just not as good as mine.”
Grace playfully punches my bicep. “Did you notice how Jack was dropping hints about some robot-building kit the last time Elena and Damon came over?”
“Yeah. Couldn’t have missed it. I sent Damon a purchase link to the kit last week but he told me Caleb had already shown him exactly which model to buy and where to buy it. Jack hasn’t exactly been subtle.” I laugh, remembering the chat I had with my best friend, who also happens to be my brother-in-law.