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“Wait… Oh… Fuck…” I tried to hold on just a little longer. “Matteo…”
He groaned and slapped my ass.
“Oh… Oh…” My orgasm crashed into me, fast and hard, and I convulsed like never before.
Gently caressing my sides, he set me down on my feet next to the chair. I tugged at his belt, needing more of him, and he made a rough sound in his throat. In one swift move, he threw it on the hardwood and the sound of his zipper followed, sending a thrill down my spine.
Our lips inches apart, he thrust inside of me, deep. So deep that I didn’t know where he ended and I began.
“Who owns you?” he growled.
“You,” I breathed. “Just you.”
A rumble of satisfaction sounded in his throat as he claimed every inch of me for himself. His hand came to my nape, tilting my head so he rested his forehead against mine, and we both watched him work in and out.
“You’re mine to fuck,” he murmured, moving inside of me. “Every orgasm belongs to me.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, encouraging this madness. He bent his head, taking a sensitive nipple between his teeth. “Every hole belongs to me.”
He bit it—hard—then laved at it, easing the sting.
“Who do your holes belong to, Ari?” He growled, pulling my hair until my head was tilted up and staring at his burning gaze. Every thrust knocked a breath out of me, the obscene noise of flesh hitting flesh bouncing against the walls. “Who does your pussy love?”
“You. Only you,” I moaned, his dirty words doing unspeakable things to me. “Oh my… Yes… I’m going to…”
I gripped his biceps, and with a strangled moan, I felt myself slipping off the edge once more.
“Not yet.” I couldn’t help but cry out in frustration as he filled me completely with every thrust. He pulled my hair hard. “You’ll come when I say.”
All I could do was moan as he fucked me relentlessly, his pelvis grinding against mine. I was nothing but a burning flame and pleasure.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he muttered in my ear.
“Please… Please…” He covered my mouth with his palm, his other hand fisted in my hair. “I need to…”
The orgasm that washed over me was so violent it made my teeth chatter. Somewhere in my overwhelmed mind, I knew living without this—and Matteo—would be impossible.
When I finally came down, it was to Matteo still deep inside of me and the look of pure domination on his face.
“You came without my permission,” he growled.
“Yes.” I shivered. “Sorry.”
But I wasn’t sorry.
He smiled, pressing his mouth against mine, sliding and licking and biting. The kiss was wet and messy and rough. Heat blossomed in the pit of my stomach, my throbbing pussy clenching around his length as he started moving, thrusting inside of me with an intimacy that brought tears to my eyes.
“You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you, Ari? What’s that now, three? Four?”
I couldn’t find it in me to be embarrassed at how insatiable I was for him when he whispered such dirty words against my ear. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“Now come for me, baby,” he rasped, finding my clit with his rough fingers.
Another thrust had my inner muscles clenching around his length until he found his release, spilling inside me.
Our gazes locked and our bodies entwined, I held on to him like he was the only thing keeping me from drowning.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
MATTEO
