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His hand strokes my neck softly, tenderly even, the other hand wraps around my waist and pulls me flush against him. The fabric of his pants doing nothing to disguise the enormous cock pressed against my pussy.
I’m already delirious with an ache inside me that reminds me this experience is long overdue. It’s more sensual than I thought it would be, sexy even.
His kiss deepens, and as my lips part, his tongue searches for mine, clasping it in ownership as he enters me in one way while promising another even sweeter way to come.
A sudden pain as he bites my lip drives a thrillthrough my body as it recognizes his dominance. His hands travel down my body, pressing against my skin, claiming me as his. I am naked. I have nothing to hide, and as his thumb rubs against my clit, I moan as the sweet sensation winds a river through my entire body, causing me to press in closer, desperate for more.
His mouth leaves mine and travels to my back, his teeth clamping down as he sucks the delicate skin. He feeds off my naivety, and I am happy to let him. He knows what he is doing, and I do not.
He thrusts two fingers inside me, and I moan as they hit the spot, and as they pump inside and out, I nearly fall. His other hand clutches my ass, and I almost cry out in shock when he inserts one finger into my ass, controlling two of my holes as he fastens his lips on the third.
He kisses like a hungry wolf who is about to eat me whole, and my mind loses focus as he invades me from three angles at once. I groan into his mouth as his fingers work their magic and the heat builds inside my body to a point I can no longer control it.
I bear down on his fingers, a small scream at the back of my throat as my orgasm rocks through me as it takes no prisoners.
I forget where I am, what I am not wearing and focus instead on the fact my body has opened like a flower to a man who certainly knows his way around it.
As I come hard, he kisses me hard, commanding my attention, reminding me he is a part of this, and he fists my hair and kisses me with a brutality that will show fordays on my lips.
Bruised, swollen and damaged.
He is relentless as he replaces soft pleasure with pain, and my mind is struggling to keep up as I slump against him, dizzy with what just happened but every nerve I possess, tingling with pleasure.
Chapter Eighteen
Matteo
Ihave never been a selfish lover. I pride myself on giving more than receiving, but somehow with Taylor my needs are the furthest from my mind.
It’s all about her. Her experience. I want to make it the perfect beginning for her—for us. I don’t take her virginity lightly. She has protected it well over the years despite the horrors placed in her way.
I owe it to her to appreciate her gift, and that was her first orgasm of many tonight.
She shivers against me as my arms wrap around her and hold her tight. Nuzzling my face against her neck, breathing in the scent of a woman who I never really expected to find.
She’s dangerous to me and my brothers because if we want her, she will never leave.
“Come.” I kiss her hair and whisper huskily, “You must be hungry.”
Her soft laugh makes me smile as she whispers, “Not for food, it seems.”
“You think that now, but you’ll soon realize that sex makes you ravenous, and as I haven’t finished with you yet, you will need all the help you can get.”
I take her hand and lead her over to the table, and hold out the seat for her to sit.
She hesitates, her huge doleful eyes finding mine as she whispers nervously, “I don’t want to mark your seats.”
As she bites her lip, a protective surge surprises me as I take her meaning and, grasping the napkin from the table, I wipe it between her thighs, cleaning up her orgasm as she blushes adorably. As I hold the cloth to my nose, I inhale her scent with pleasure.
“Fuck.” Her low gasp causes me to chuckle.
“You are now my favorite scent in the world, baby girl.”
“You don’t mean that.”
She laughs with embarrassment, and I pin her into silence with a furious glare. “I’m stating fact.”
She swallows hard and drops on to the seat, and as I take the one opposite, I face her with a hard expression, causing her to shift nervously.
