Page 79 of His Tesoro

I smirked and my hand came down on her other ass cheek. “Maybe you’ll learn not to tease your husband.”

She gasped as I spanked her again. “I don’t know if this is the right thing to do if you want to discourage me.”

My cock grew hard again at the realization that she fucking liked this.

I brought my hand down twice more on her ass before rubbing my hands along her pink, heated skin. My fingers dipped between her legs. Her pussy was soaked. “Mmm, my naughty girl likes this.”

She shook her head and let out a sound of protest, but it just made me break out in a feral smile.

I moved fully behind her, running my hand down her back. “Are you still comfortable?”

“Yes,” she sighed.

“You would tell me if you weren’t?”

“Promise.”

And with that, I could no longer hold back. I tightened my grip on her hips and thrust inside her. She inhaled sharply at the stretch and I knew she was probably still sore from last night. I slowed my movements and ran another hand down her skin, soothing her. “Good girl, taking whatever I give you.”

Her ass jiggled with every thrust and even though I’d come just minutes before, my spine tingled as I held back my orgasm. I angled our position so her clit rubbed against the wedge with every thrust as I tried to fucking burn the sound of her every moan and cry into my brain.

Finally, finally she tightened around me, and we both cried out as we came.

I rested my forehead against her spine, breathing her in.

Memorizing everything about this moment.

43

SOFIYA

“We’re leaving for the office in ten minutes.” Matteo’s command was abrupt, but his eyes flitted to my face as if he was nervous I’d say no.

He was standing by the bed—our bed—already dressed in his black suit and tie. And looking very sexy.

I stretched my arms above my head, ignoring the way my shoulders clicked with the movement.

“Okay, husband.” I hid my smile when his shoulders relaxed.

As if I would deny spending time with him.

As if I would deny him anything.

Fuck, I was in so deep.

Matteo leaned down and pulled the comforter off of me in one swift movement. I squealed at the cold air hitting my bare skin, but he just smirked. He ran his hands up my thighs, his predatory gaze not leaving my face even when his fingers brushed lightly against my pussy. I grew wet, and I wanted more.

His lips met mine in a gentle kiss, but when I wrapped my arms around his neck to bring him closer, he pulled away with a low chuckle. I jutted my lip out in a pout, indignation filling me. I wanted him to tear my underwear off and give me an orgasm with his mouth, fingers, or cock. I wasn’t picky. But instead of taking things further, he just gave my hip a gentle pat before straightening up.

“Matteo,” I whined.

“Get dressed, tesoro. Ten minutes.”

“But…” My mind felt hazy with arousal, but I was still too shy to form the words, to demand he give me an orgasm.

He ran his thumb across his lower lip, and I scowled. He knew exactly what he was doing. “Be a good girl for me and you’ll get rewarded.” His words made a shiver zing across my skin. Then he winked and left the room.

For a second, I was tempted to finish what he started, but I didn’t have time. And no matter how torturous his game, I was intrigued enough to play.

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