Page 25 of For Pleasure Or Worse

“Well that’s not how it’s going to go with me.” He grabbed his cock, stroking it. “I don’t see the point in playing guessing games, Tally. I want to make you come. I want to make it hard to shake me once I leave here in the morning. I want you crawling back for more, blowing up my phone, zoning out in the middle of the day at the bank replaying the way I fuck you. So tell me exactly how you like it.”

If I didn’t know any better I would swear I was burning alive. He was making damn sure I’d be touching myself to the thought of him for the foreseeable future with his words alone.

I rolled us over, pushing his shoulders into the mattress and straddling his hips. “In the morning, huh? You’re very confident.”

“Don’t act like you aren’t dripping for me,” he dished back. His fingers dug into my hips on either side and he rocked me harder back and forth. My nerves multiplied, the coarse hair at his base rubbing my clit until I was climbing to a peak again in no time at all. “Talk to me, angel. Tell me what I’m doing right.”

Praise. Mateo was a praise guy. Of course he was. He worked so hard for it, too. My teeth sunk into my lip and a hum of pleasure rattled my chest as he jerked his hips upward and poked at my budding nerves. “Your tongue is incredible,” I said. “I’ve never come that fast in my life.”

“Let me do it with my cock.”

In a swift motion I seated his tip at my entrance and slid down until the stretch of his shaft stole the breath from my lungs. I had to stop and adjust to it. My stomach tightened all the way through my core and my walls gripped around him. Mateo threw his head back, the glorious veins in his neck straining against his tan skin. His groan of satisfaction spurred me on and I brought my hips up and back down, swallowing him fully.

“Christ, you’re a tight fucking fit,” he swore. “Open up for me, baby.”

A strangled moan rushed out of me and I bounced in his lap, using his chest as an anchor to hold me up. His hands flew to my ass and the blunt tips of his fingers dug into my soft skin so hard I knew I would be finding the marks in the mirror later that night. “Keep talking.”

Something wicked flashed in his dark eyes. “Is that what you like, Tally? Someone in your ear talking you through it?”

“Fuck.” I nodded. “Yes.”

His chest rumbled, and he sighed through gritted teeth watching the place where our bodies connected through theheavy lids of his eyes. I wished I could lick his sounds right out of his mouth. I didn’t want him to talk me through it, I wanted him togoadme with it. I wanted to be taunted to the edge of degradation until I was a flush, heaping mess and then brought back to life at the precipice of an orgasm. I’d never been confident enough to say that.

Mateo pulled me down to his chest and slid his mouth over the shell of my ear. His hips pistoned upward, spearing into me and making me whiny and breathless. “You look so pretty getting fucked. So perfect with your tight little cunt wrapped around a cock like mine.”

Heat flamed up the side of my neck. “I was desperate for it,” I murmured.

A hoarse chuckle sifted out of him and his thrusts came faster. His chest was hot with sweat underneath mine and I dug my hands into the pillow on either side of his head, fisting it tightly. “Desperation suits you, baby. You take me so fucking well.”

Each snap of his hips made it harder to breathe, let alone speak, but I needed to. “I like it rough,” I stammered. “I like to be a plaything in bed. I want to be yours.”

Mateo groaned deeply, muffling his sigh of pleasure against my skin. “You’re saying you want me to use you, Tally?” His lips opened around the pulse in my neck and kissed languidly. “You want to be treated like a princess, and fucked like a slut?”

That’s all I wanted. Fuck, how was this man so perfect? I nodded frantically, sliding my hips back and forth and creating a friction that made it impossible to focus on anything but the foreboding rapture between my legs. A wanton sigh slipped out of me. “Please, Matty.”

Mateo planted his feet and hugged me to his body, jerking his hips upward. The room filled with a cacophony of slaps and grunts of satisfaction and he shoved my hips down against his,meeting me with each thrust, until I was crying out in ecstasy and holding onto the hair at the nape of his neck, coming apart right alongside him. I could listen to him losing himself until the world crashed down around us. He was completely unafraid, unabashed, unashamed. I threw all caution to the wind as the pulse of my climax burst through me, claiming every last sound from my throat. Mateo tensed and shook with a final thrust before emptying himself in spasms until his body went slack and mine went limp on top of him.

It took several minutes to recover. His gentle fingers brushed up my sides and down my spine, and I lifted onto my forearms to rest on his chest. The most perfect sweat-coiled strand of hair had fallen over his forehead. He was still inside of me.

“Wow,” he finally said.

A grin blossomed across my face and more warmth stained my cheeks. “Wow.”

Mateo swept a lock of hair behind my ear and left his large palm there against my face. I could have fallen asleep just like that. “The slut thing,” he mentioned. “Is there more to that?”

I rushed out a laugh. “Yeah, sorry. I was really in the moment, and it kind of just came out. Little tense for a first date.”

“I told you I didn’t want to waste any time.” His thumb traced my temple. “It turned me on, too. For what it’s worth.”

Talking about sex after the act was awkward and embarrassing. I was two completely different people in and out of the bedroom and some of the things I was capable of when I was horny were shocking, even to me. Like telling Mateo to use me like a plaything while riding him into the sun.

“I have some particular tastes, I guess. Degradation, for one. Which I know takes a lot out of a partner, so I totally understand if you never want to do that again.” I paused, kicking myself.“Not that I’m assuming having sex with you will become a regular thing.”

“You know I’m yours now, right?” His wandering fingers stopped at my ass and took a handful. He twitched inside me. “I’m claimed.”

“Don’t tell me you’re a virgin.”

“You marked your territory like a dog when you squirted on me, and now I’m yours, Tally. I don’t make the rules.”

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