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He pulled out only to pause with the tip of his crown at my clenching entrance, then drove all the way in with a grunt. My head fell forward, my forehead pressing against the fogged-up window.
His hands moved everywhere—down my spine, gripping my hips, slapping my ass, nipping my neck. Matteo marked my skin, and that movement alone almost sent me to another galaxy.
He tightened his hand in my hair, pressing the rough words against my ear. “That’s it. Feel me fucking you? I never want you to forget.”
“Harder,” I hissed, seeing stars behind my eyelids, feeling as though the moon was watching us. With envy? With disapproval? I didn’t know. The only thing I knew was that I’d die if Matteo stopped.
Keeping one hand on my hip, he reached over and pulled my head by a fistful of my hair. “Eyes on me when I fuck you.”
My fingers splayed on the foggy window, he tugged on my lower lip with his teeth, plunging his tongue into my mouth as he drove into me without mercy, taking everything and leaving behind nothing but wreckage.
“Oh, God, oh, God.”
“You feel so… fucking good… Fuck…” he grunted, voice hoarse against my mouth as he reached around and rubbed my clit.
I cried out, my mind blanking except for the sensation of his hot skin against mine.
“Come with me, baby.” The demand drew a long moan from me. “Now.”
I climaxed, and with a punishing last thrust, he shuddered, twitching inside me.
He softly nipped my neck, murmuring words I couldn’t quite hear over the ringing in my ears and our heavy breaths.
Matteo pulled out of me, whatever he said ending in a growl as my skin flushed and my lips parted, his cum running down my thighs.
Then, to my shock, he kneeled down, his fingers finding the wetness and pushing it back inside me.
“What are you doing?”
His growl vibrated against my throbbing core. “Cleaning up my girl.”
He didn’t stop there, spreading my legs open and licking my back hole. He wedged himself between my legs and licked my throbbing pussy, using his tongue to push it back inside me.
“Oh… Ahhh… Matteo…” I released a long moan, my bare breasts pressing against the cool window that did nothing for my heated skin. I was burning up from the inside.
I tried to wiggle away, but his grip on my hips kept me in place. “Stay still, baby.”
By the time he’d licked every drop of our mess clean, my entire body was shuddering and a sheen of sweat covered my skin.
I stared down at the dark head wedged between my legs through a pleasure-filled daze, rocking my hips shamelessly against his face. The position was awkward at best, but I was too far gone to care.
He licked me from entrance to clit, his growl vibrating against me, then thrust his tongue inside me. In and out. In and out. I moved my hips against his face with the desperation of an addict.
My trembling legs gave out, but he caught me before I could collapse, his tongue never ending its thrusting, stroking, sucking, licking.
I cried out, squirming against his firm hold, while sparks burned hotter, igniting every inch of my body. Another orgasm was imminent as the pressure built and built, then finally erupted.
My head fell back, staring at the wide-open sky as I struggled to catch my breath.
Fatigue and a strange kind of peace pulled on my muscles and mind.
But then reality set in and the lust withered from my mind as I blinked a few times, shifting away from him.
Matteo got to his feet, my arousal still glistening on his face, and he didn’t even bother wiping his mouth.
“Here, put this on.” He placed his suit jacket over my shoulders, then turned me around so I could face him. There was a look in his eyes that I couldn’t decipher, and something about it set me on edge.
“Hands,” he instructed, tension rolling off him. Wordlessly, I pushed my hands through the sleeves and wrapped the material tightly around me.
