Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
But the longer I stood there, the more my need for him became unbearable.
He finally spoke to me. “What are you doing?”
Slipping my shirt over my head, I didn’t answer. I stepped out of my pants before moving my panties down my legs. Then I slid the door open and stepped inside.
Our eyes locked as his breathing became heavy. His gaze moved down. The water rained over his gorgeous face as he took in my stark naked body for the very first time.
“Fuck. You trying to kill me tonight or something, Hazel?”
As I gawked at his beautiful, carved body, all I wanted to do was spend every last minute here in Seattle worshipping it.
I dropped to my knees and answered his question by taking him into my mouth.
He let out a loud groan that echoed through the bathroom as he bent his head back. I worked my mouth over his cock, letting it reach the back of my throat. I sucked harder with each second. Never had I done anything as bold as this.
He gripped my wet hair. “Fuck. Slow down, baby. This is too much.” But he used his hand to guide my head over him, to push himself in deeper, proof that he didn’t really want me to stop.
He thrust his hips hard one last time, nearly causing me to gag before he pulled out of my mouth.
“Stand up, Hazel.”
I did as he said, and he backed me slowly against the wall. His tone was gruff…taunting. “You think you can just waltz in here naked, let me fuck your beautiful mouth, and make everything better?”
My breaths grew heavier. “I figured if you’re going to be angry, you might as well take it out on me.”
Matteo spoke over my lips. “That’s what you want? To fuck the anger out of me?”
Turned on more with each dirty word, I turned around and placed my hands against the tile.
I felt his hot, throbbing cock against the crack of my ass. Then his mouth landed on my neck and he sucked my skin, slow and hard. My clit buzzed with an intense need. I leaned my ass into him, wanting him inside of me.
“What did I tell you, Hazel?”
Barely able to speak, I muttered, “Huh?”
I could feel his laughter on my skin. “What’s the magic word?”
In my haze, I’d completely forgotten about our pact.
“Hooker,” I breathed, barely audible.
“What’s that?” He pressed his cock harder into the crook of my ass. “I can’t hear you.”
“Hooker!” I said louder.
He covered my back in firm, slow kisses before I felt the burn of him entering me. The friction hurt ever so slightly as he buried himself inside. With my hands still against the wall, I moved my hips to meet his thrusts, the feeling so incredible I knew it wouldn’t last very long. Normally, I had the opposite problem.
His breaths were frantic, the calm and cocky demeanor of a few seconds ago, seemingly replaced by the same uncontrollable need I’d been experiencing from the moment I set foot in the shower.
He wrapped his arms around my waist to push himself even deeper.
“You’re mine, Hazel,” he whispered. “You’re fucking mine.”
His words sent a chill through my body. I liked possessive Matteo. If only I had more time to experience him.
Chapter 28
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Matteo
Being inside of Hazel was better than I’d ever imagined. I loved the way her body reacted any time I spoke. She was so tight, and I felt like I was going to blow my load whenever she so much as moved. But somehow I was able to control myself.
When I finally did lose it, emptying my cum inside of her as I stared down at the smooth skin of her beautiful ass, it happened suddenly and unexpectedly.
“Shit,” I muttered. I was disappointed until I realized she was coming, too.
The moan she let out made the last of my orgasm even more intense.
I held her there for several minutes, not wanting to pull out. Hazel had always felt like mine, but now she’d given her body to me, and that upped the ante. If I thought I’d felt possessive before, it was even worse now.
We were running out of time, and I knew I needed her several more times before I had to give her up again.
Maybe everything would turn out perfectly. She’d show up in New Orleans and declare I was the one. But what if she didn’t? What if she got home and Brady brainwashed her? My gut told me her heart was with me, but if for any reason tonight was all there was, I was going to damn well make it matter.
I shut the faucet off and squeezed the water from her hair. It turned a different fiery color of red when wet.
“Come,” I said as I led her out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wiping her down as my own body dripped beads of water onto the floor.