Free Matteo by Cassie-Ann L. Miller

massages me and I strain against the urge to thrash about on the bed. I fist the sheets with every iota of strength in me. My jaw clenches tight as I repress the screams. He nibbles on the lips of my pussy as one finger slides into me, tender and slow.
     
    “Come for me,” he demands in a soft growl. “Don’t hold back.”
     
    And I fall apart, shattered into a million pieces. A desperate, high-pitched wail steals past my lips as a wave of absolute pleasure batters my entire being. I’m shaking, so entirely overwhelmed by the orgasm. I swear I can hear the cyclic thud of my heart pounding against my ribcage.
     
    “I –I – “ I can’t find words.
     
    His laugh is throaty and conceited as he eases my feet onto the bed. “Shhhh…” I feel his finger against my lips. “Save your strength. I’m not done with you yet.”
     
    A moment later, his lips graze my ankle, my thigh, my hip, my breast. And then, he’s kissing me again. “You’re so goddamned beautiful, Ellie…Sexy and soft,” he growls. 
     
    I whisper his name, hardly able to believe that I’m here, in this bed, with him.
     
    I reach for the buckle of his belt, my shaking hands trying their best to undo it. I slide his pants and boxers off of his body, and his thick, pulsing cock lands on my stomach. I moan eagerly. I can’t wait to feel it inside.
     
    He breaks the kiss and leans over the side of the bed. I hear the sound of the zipper on his suitcase being tugged open right before he produces a condom, brandishing it triumphantly in the air. I’m tempted to ask how he knew he’d need one tonight, but I know that his answer to that question will likely dampen the mood, so I hold my tongue.
     
    He rolls the condom on before nudging my knees apart. I open my legs as wide as they’ll go. I want him so much.
     
    He bites down on the tender flesh of my neck as his dick pierces into me. I cry out, my entire body rattled by the sudden jolt of pleasure. He explores my neck, my shoulders, my breasts with his mouth as he drives into me again and again. I grip the sheets as sharp, urgent sounds pour out of my mouth.
     
    My pussy flexes and strains when he groans my name, telling me that he’s about to come, commanding that I join him. I writhe against the sheets. He grabs my waist and thrusts ferociously. My whole body seizes as the orgasm owns me and he’s right there with me, coming hard and deep.
     

Chapter 16
     

     
    I turn off the shower and scrub my hands down my face. I stand there staring at the white subway tiles as I run my fingers through my dripping hair.
     
    I just fucked Ellie Parker.
     
    Shit.
     
    I wasn’t supposed to do that – she’s a client of the firm and there’s a policy in place that explicitly forbids me from taking her to bed – but I did. And it felt
     
    So.
     
    Fucking.
     
    Good.
     
    She’s soft in all the right places. With delicious, feminine curves. And tight where I need her to be. She smells like roses and the sounds that poured out of her body had me feeling strung out.
     
    Yes – I broke the rules by fucking her, but I don’t regret it. She was worth whatever trouble is to come my way.
     
    I wrap a fluffy, white towel around my waist before padding towards the bathroom door. I lean against the doorframe and watch her lying in the bed.
     
    She’s sleeping – a mess of ruffled pink and blond hair matted to her face. Mascara smudged, lips slightly parted as her naked breasts rise and fall with her even breaths.
     
    And still, she’s angelic.
     
    Perfect.
     
    I’ve been with lots of women so I know perfection when I see it. And I see perfection when I look at Ellie Parker.
     
    Her soft snores are the only sound filling the room. She looks so innocent. So peaceful. Nothing like the feisty broad who’s been challenging me, resisting me since the day I first laid my eyes on her.
     
    I smile to myself. She’s not so sassy now, is she? Last night, I broke her. Dominated her. Fucked the