Page 27 of The Lies We Tell

“Is that what you want, piccola? My cum down your throat?”

Her hum of agreement sent vibrations down his cock, his hips jerking forward with short, rough thrusts until he lost all control and emptied his balls in her mouth.

Sitting back on her heels, she looked up at him, tongue darting out to lick her lips clean.

“Christ,” he growled, reaching down and yanking her to her feet.

“That was different than I thought it would be.”

He paused in his move to peel off her shirt and looked down at her. “Different how?”

Color rose to her cheeks, and he raised a brow, prompting her to answer. “I just…didn’t expect to like it that much my first time.”

Matteo jerked back, his hands falling from her waist. “That was your first time giving a blow job?”

“Yeah.” Her cheeks and now her chest flushed an even deeper shade of red.

“The guys you’ve been with are idiots if they didn’t take advantage of your mouth before now. And your hands.” He reached for her hand, pulling her against him and pressing a kiss to each fingertip. “You have very skilled hands, piccola. But mine are better. Let me show you.”

Guiding her back to the bed, he stepped out of his shoes and pants and lifted the hem of her shirt.

“Wait.” Her hands flew to his, and he stilled. “We should turn off the light.”

He looked over her head at the lamp on the nightstand and then back to her face. “Why?”

“Because.” Tessa trained her gaze on his shoulder and refused to make eye contact. “You might not like what you see.”

The words arrowed through him, and he took a step closer, gripping her chin and forcing her face to his. “I already like what I see, and I want to see more.”

She tried to pull away, but he held her fast, using his free hand to inch her shirt up over her waist. She didn’t move when he dropped her chin and pulled her shirt off.

Reaching around her back to free the clasp of her bra, he slid it down her shoulders and arms, skimming his fingertips over the underside of her breasts and circling her nipples until her breathing was ragged. He made quick work of her jeans, shoving them down her thick thighs and helping her step out of them.

Every fucking inch of her was perfect, all soft curves and dimpled skin. He brushed his lips over her thigh, using his hands on her hips to ease her back onto the edge of the bed. He pressed her legs apart and kissed his way up her inner thigh to her pussy, dragging his tongue up her already wet slit without hesitation.

Tessa sucked in a sharp breath, her hands gripping the duvet as her thighs trembled under his fingers. That’s what he wanted. He wanted to make her come undone, to lose control.

Leaving one hand on her inner thigh to keep her spread, he used the other to part her pussy lips for his tongue, delighting in the way her hips bucked against his mouth when he swirled his tongue over her clit. Every time he touched her, she rewarded him with a new sound. A gasp, a sigh, a soft, needy moan.

When he slipped first one and then two fingers inside her, he groaned at how tight she was. He kept constant pressure on her clit with this tongue as he pumped his fingers in and out, curling them against her G-spot while she moaned and writhed.

“That’s it, piccola,” he crooned when she started to grind on his fingers, her breath coming in shallow pants. “Show me how you come for me.”

“Matteo,” she whimpered, her pussy clenching tight around his fingers as he worked them in and out faster, deeper, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

She cried out with her orgasm, her back bowing beautifully before her arms gave out, and she collapsed back on the bed. Matteo pressed a lingering kiss to her pussy, making her twitch, and then kissed his way up to her breasts, swirling his tongue around her nipple and giving it a gentle bite.

“Your pussy tastes incredible.” She smiled softly, murmuring her agreement, and he kissed across to her other breast, tonguing her nipple until her breath caught in the back of her throat. “You want more, piccola?”

“Yes,” she sighed, wrapping one leg around his hip when he slid his cock against her. “More.”

He sank into her slowly, relishing the feel of her pussy gripping his cock inch by inch until he was balls deep inside her.

“Look at me,” he said, waiting until her eyes opened and focused on him before he pulled back and slammed inside her to the hilt. “You are perfect exactly as you are.” He ran his hands over the swell of her stomach and cupped her heavy breast in his palm, squeezing it roughly. “Every fucking inch of you.” He tweaked her nipple, making her back arch. “Understand?”

“Yes,” she nodded, grinding into him and then groaning low in her throat when he pulled out and thrust deep inside her again. “Matteo. Please.”

“Please, what?” he asked, fucking her at a slow and steady pace. He wanted to go harder, deeper, faster. But he wanted her to beg for it first.

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