8
Matteo
“Just like that, Matt! Oh God, please, just like that.”
I grit my teeth and ram her harder, desperation mounting because no matter how many times we fuck, I’m ravenous for more of this incredible girl.
I hate that she’s not using my full,Sicilianname, but I get over it.
For now, I don’t have a choice.
There will be time in the very near future when she’ll screamMatteountil she’s hoarse.
“Love how these gorgeous tits bounce. Love how that pinhole cunt strangles my cock. You hold me tight like you’ll never let me go, don’t you, angel?”
This dose of sublime insanity started at the breakfast table.
Hearing her talk wistfully of traveling, me imagining everything I intended to give her once we get the situation with Gio and her fugitive status out of the way.
The places I’ll take her once she’s my wife.
She didn’t include Sicily on her list but that’s okay. It’s going to be her favorite place in the whole fucking world once she’s fully mine.
Of course, feeling her melt against me at the table, so trusting, had cemented every last wish I had for us. And, of course, taking my dick out and sliding it between her juicy ass into her warm, wet pussy had been like coming home.
Picking her up and marching us inside and banging her against a wall while she wore my shirt had quickly become a kink I intended to indulge often and relentlessly.
But that was three hours ago.
My girl is as desperate for me as I am for her. And the fact that she was still a virgin this time yesterday?
Yeah, that still blows my mind.
Her channel spasms in response to my dirty talk, and I can’t breathe. Can’t think from how intensely erotic this is.
I fall onto my elbows and brush my mouth over hers. “God, I’ve never felt this way, baby. Never.”
I’m not sure why I’m confessing this to her. Only that it feels too important to hold in.
Her eyes widen before they grow dewy. “I’m glad, Daddy.”
“Jesus, you’re going to kill me, aren’t you? Between those sweet words and that insane pussy, you’re going to turn me into a raving maniac, aren’t you?”
She whimpers and squirms when I bottom out inside her and hold my place.
She’s turning redder with the need to explode but needs that final push.
I’m a bastard for withholding it.
But I’m enthralled by the picture of complete and utter exquisiteness that is Aria on the cusp of orgasm, and I want…no,needto sear it into my memory. Even as I know I will kill to ensure I get to make new ones. Frequently.
“Look at you. So fucking stunning. You blow me away, angel.” I lick her lips, slide my tongue inside to taste her need, even while mine mounts to insane proportions. “Christ, I don’t want this to be over. But you need me, don’t you? Need me to come through for you. Make that tight flower gush?”
Her face turns beetroot as her eyes plead with mine. “Yes. Please. I’ll do anything.”
Be mine! Be mine forever,I want to shout.
But her muscles clamp down on me and I lose what’s left of my mind.