Free Matteo by Cassie-Ann L. Miller Page B

she might slip away. Her skin is burning up under my touch.
     
    She tugs on the towel around my waist and it falls to the floor along with the sheet. And we’re naked together. I grab her by the hips and hoist her up. Her legs wrap around me, her wetness pressing into my hardening cock.
     
    She whimpers, her hot breath tickling the top of my lip.
     
    I carry her to the bed, still kissing her. Can’t stop kissing her.
     
    Why do I feel so out of control?
     
    I’m on top of her and her hands clasp around the back of my neck. She’s hanging on as if for dear life as she gets lost in the kiss. I’m dizzy from wanting her so hard and the sounds escaping her let me know that she feels the same.
     
    I lick her neck as I rub the palm of my hand over her mound. Her hips jerk against my fingers, her body chasing my touch.
     
    Good girl . I’ve got her right where I want her. Soft and pliable in my hands.
     
    She reaches down and her fingers curl around my cock. A strained sound pours out of my throat and blood rushes down there. The skin stretches, my cock getting even harder. I fight to regain control.
     
    It’s a power struggle between us.
     
    But she can’t win. I won’t let her. I have to show her I’m in charge of her pleasure.
     
    My lips graze along those high cheekbones until they find the lobe of her ear. I suck until she whimpers something incomprehensible. I run my tongue along her throat, her collarbone, her chest. Her fingers coil into my hair as I suck her swollen nipple into my mouth. She writhes and moans, telling me how much she’s aching to feel me inside of her.
     
    I lean over the side of the bed and pick up the box of condoms from the floor where I’d discarded it last night. Her fingers run eagerly up and down my arm. I can see the impatience in her eyes as I open a small, foil packet and roll the condom on.
     
    I slide into her. And I want to roar.
     
    She. Feels. So. Good.
     
    She’s so wet I can hear it as I grind my hips into her. The smell of sex warms up the air. I slide all the way to the hilt, pushing as far as her body will let me go. It’s rough. It’s fast. It’s hard. And her body tells me she wouldn’t have it any other way. “Matteo. Fuck. Shit. Matteo. Yes.” she groans, shutting her eyes against the pleasure.
     
    “Take it, Ellie. Take it,” I grunt into her ear and she whimpers again. “Take this dick in your tight little cunt.” Her pussy swallows up my cock and squeezes down on me. Oh. She’s so fucking tight.
     
    If I don’t pull out of her, I’m going to explode right this minute. Too soon. Not yet.
     
    I slide my cock out of her and her mouth curves into a pout. “Nooo,” she grumbles.
     
    But then, I lower myself to the bed with a wicked smile spreading across my lips. I grab her by the thighs and tug her legs around my neck. I blow a gust of hot air over her gleaming pussy. Her loud, sharp groan fills the room. I rub my stubbly cheek across the inside of her thigh – she loves that shit. I watch, amazed, as she becomes even wetter. Her fragrance is intoxicating and I just want it on my tongue.
     
    I pull her swollen bud between my lips and her back arches off of the mattress. “You like that?”
     
    The question is rhetorical. The way her body responds leaves no doubt in my mind. Still, she screams. “Yes!’
     
    I graze my teeth against her clit over and over. I lose myself in it. I could eat her forever. But she thrashes uncontrollably.
     
    Poor thing – she’s becoming so sensitive. Her squeals are high-pitched and desperate now. It’s too much for her. I can tell. She tenses up, fighting the overwhelming pleasure. “Let go, Ellie,” I murmur into her flesh. She grunts out a protest. “Let go.” I lick at her wetness. “It’ll feel so much better if you just let go.” She’s determined to fight it. “Lose yourself in this moment. Submit to me.”
     
    She takes a loud, ragged breath and then, she roars. A violent orgasm