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)
“What is it, kitten? You wanted to come?” he asks.
I nod.
“Get on your hands and knees.” Matt points at the patch of floor between the chest and the mirror.
The thick pile of the carpet gives way under my weight. It’s soft as clouds.
Smack!
I jump in surprise as stinging heat burns my ass. I look in the mirror to find Matt’s palm hovering in the air, a lopsided smile on his handsome face.
“That was for the first time you forgot to address me properly.” Matt rests his palm on my ass cheek, the warmth of his skin a soothing balm for my skin. To my surprise, the throbbing in my pussy pulses even more intense than before.
He pulls his hand back, readying for a second blow. “You can stop this if you want to. But we both know you like it, don’t you?”
Smack!
I bite my lip as Matt caresses my ass cheek. But then his fingers wander closer and closer to my back door until he’s pressing inside me. Dry.
What was it again? “Yellow!” I cry out with urgency.
Matt chuckles. “Good. I just wanted to make sure you remember the safe words. Ready to continue?”
I nod.
“Say it with words.”
“Yes, Si—”
I yelp as another slap hits my ass.
“Good girl. That was the last one. You took it like a very good girl,” he says. “Now, I wanted to take this slow, but I can’t hold back anymore. You’re dripping all over the carpet. We can’t have that, can we?”
I shake my head. “No, Sir.” God, I need him inside me, like, right this second.
Lucky for me, Matt seems to have the same idea. He enters me with one urgent thrust, his girth forcing my muscles to open up for him.
I moan as he fills me up fuller than I’ve ever felt. He hits bottom, his balls slapping against me, knocking the wind out of me. If he were just a fraction of an inch bigger, I’d burst.
Matt grips my hips so hard it hurts, but the pain only makes the pleasure sweeter. He stares at me in the mirror, reminding me to meet his gaze as he rams into me again and again. At some point, the heat becomes too much and he takes off his shirt.
I didn’t think he could be more gorgeous than he already was, but he looks even better shirtless. He’s built like a Greek god, with hard, six-pack abs and a sculpted, V-shaped ridge connecting his hip bones.
“Look me in the eyes,” Matt growls as he takes a fistful of my hair, tilting my head up, forcing me to gaze further up from where his magnificent abs are.
The pressure in my scalp builds, complementing the clenching of my pussy muscles as I climb closer to the peak. Matt’s grip on my hair is firm but not painful. It’s primal. Animalistic. It reminds me who’s in control.
I push my ass back to take in more of him, crying out when he responds by fucking me harder and deeper. Matt slips his hand between my legs and plays with my clit, sending me to orbit.
My body shudders as he continues to pound into me. My muscles clench around his thick cock. My mouth opens in a silent scream as I forget how to breathe. The room spins into a blur until all that exists is Matt, me, and the fucking.
He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me up until my back presses against his sweat-covered chest. He thrusts up into me as gravity pushes me down deep onto him.
“Fuck. You’re amazing, kitten,” he growls as he empties himself into me, filling me with his gooey orgasm.
I sigh and collapse against him. As I fight to catch my breath, shivers come out of nowhere and wrack through me.
Oh my God. I’ve never come this hard before. Ever.
Who is this mysterious man? He saved me, he seduced me, and he gave me the best orgasm of my life—all in one night?
Too bad I’ll never see him again.
Don’t get attached, I tell myself. Just be grateful this happened at all.
Matteo
Ashley shivers against my chest. Damn, her body is so responsive. And the way she looked at me—I could get drunk off that sweet submission in her green eyes.
I watch as she catches her breath, her round, perfect tits rising up and down to the rhythm, expecting that same sweetness in her gaze.
But then her eyes shutter open. Right away, her eyes fix on the watch curled around her wrist. In an instant, I know everything has changed.
“I need to leave,” she announces, getting up and gathering her clothes.
“There’s no need to hurry,” I say. “Let me buy you a drink. We’ll enjoy the show in the main hall, chat a little, and I’ll drive you home.”
Her eyes widen. “I can’t do that.”