Page 48 of Detention with Daddies

I groan, half laughing. “No.”

He smiles in return, nuzzling me and grasping me under a knee to angle my hips a little higher. His cock hits a new spot as a result, and my mouth falls open at the new wave of pleasure.

“How’s that?”

I’m gasping, panting, muscles bearing down around him until I can feel every ridge of his shaft inside me. Who knew slow could rile me up this quickly.

This time, my thighs are shaking with my impending release, and Matteo sinks in deep, pressing and grinding as he bottoms out until I’m pulsing on that cusp. He withdraws to my soft cry of protest.

Tapping the head of his cock against my swollen, wet pussy has me aching with the orgasm I was denied.

Huffing under him, he looks down at me with a confident smile that’s bordering on smug. When he thrusts back into me, he’s teasing me again with a slow and methodical beat. I’m already halfway there, and I build twice as fast as the last time, but Matteo stalls me again, right as I’m about to come.

I retaliate with my nails, sinking them in deep.

His low moan shudders through both of us. A few barely there kisses brush across my mouth. “So impatient.”

I’m so sensitive as he starts again after a small cooldown period, and the pleasure goes up a notch, and Matteo finally shows some sign that this is affecting him. Breath heavy, a low growl rumbling through his chest.

Still, he stops again before I can crawl my way over that edge.

I’m not too proud to beg. “Matteo. God. Please.”

My fingers are curled into his dark, damp hair, and I lay a lingering kiss on his mouth before I repeat, “Please.”

His words in response are a grumble. “Since you asked so nicely.”

Hips thrusting slowly, this time, he picks up the pace, and I’m locked in place, back arching as he takes me, growing rough and fast until my orgasm rips through me like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

I’m coming and coming as he pounds into me, finally showing off everything those muscles can do.

Prolonging my ecstasy until I’m shuddering with the overload, and he finally comes too, jerking over me, forehead dropping against mine.

We’re silent, breathing hard, and he retreats enough to brush the hair from my forehead. “You okay?”

My laugh has us both groaning as I squeeze around him. “Yeah, I’m okay. Better than okay.”

His smile is sweet, and he plants a soft kiss on me. “Stay here, let me grab something.”

He retreats, and a rush of cool air envelops me, cools me down, but I don’t move until Matteo is back with a wet washcloth to clean me up. Then, he tucks me under his covers and crawls in behind me.

I don’t plan to stay the night, but I drop into sleep almost immediately.

MATTEO

Olivia falls asleep shortly after I wrap her up in my arms, and I’m not far behind her, but as is my custom, I wake in the middle of the night, staring up at the ceiling with the pleasant feel of her lush body against my side, her leg wrapped over my hips.

I can’t keep my hands from squeezing behind her knee, stroking her thigh. I want her again. And again. And again.

It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted a woman this much. Since Ivan’s mom. Not that I haven’t had dalliances, but this…this feels like more.

I can only hope that I won’t scare her away.

When she stirs beside me, her hand trails up my stomach to play with the hair on my chest. Then her head tips back to look up at me.

“Did I wake you?”

She shakes her head against my shoulder, her touch finding my chin and drawing over my mouth. Fuck, I’m hard in an instant, pressing against the inside of her thigh.

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