He picks his head up, his thumb taking over for his tongue. I’m sensitive and the pinpointed pleasure makes me squirm. His eyes are intense and when he speaks, his tone is firm; demanding in a way that holds me captive.
“Jules, I don’t know what kind of fuckwits you’ve been with, but ‘good’ doesn’t cut it with me. I’m not ‘doing my job.’ If I eat your pussy, it’s not a means to an end. It’s because I want to taste your sweet cunt and I want to make you feel so fucking good you can’t think about anything else. I want you dripping wet, your thighs shaking around my ears until you can’t hold them up anymore. So I’ll come up there and fuck you when I’m good and ready.”
Holy shit. Yes, please. Mateo’s eyes drop to my lips and I realize my mouth is hanging open.
He reaches up, pressing his middle and ring fingers into my mouth, rubbing my tongue and holding my jaw in his grip.
“Suck,” he commands, rumbling with approval as my lips close around him. “Good girl,” he says before lowering his mouth and licking my clit without taking his eyes off mine. He takes his fingers, wet with my saliva and presses them into my pussy, filling me, stretching me.
“Oh God,” I moan, arching off the bed. One hand flies to the back of his head, nestling into his short hair, ensuring he won’t stop.Thatis exactly what I needed. He chuckles softly at my reaction, and the sound vibrates through my core.
He strokes into me, rubbing my g-spot, hooking his fingers and pressing, all the while, watching my face. He sucks my clit between his lips, and I gasp, teetering on the edge of something amazing. My breath catches with each thrust, giving me away. Mateo sucks harder, giving his head a little shake, growling like a starving animal.
“Oh. Oh God,” I whimper. Mateo reaches up, yanking my bralette to the side and rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Pleasure curls around my core, heating me from the inside out. I think I could almost resist it if it wasn’t for the hunger in his eyes.
Mateo squeezes my nipple, hard enough to make me gasp, and then I can’t hold back any longer. The tendrils of pleasure send me reeling. This isn’t just flash in the pan. It builds, consuming me until the only thing left in my world is Mateo.
Mateo’s fingers slow inside me as I get my brain back. He kisses my thigh, looking happier and more relaxed than I think I’ve ever seen him. He’s grinning. Like full-on, teeth showing, crinkles at the corners of his eyes, grinning.
He’s pleased with himself. And you know what? He fucking should be.
Reaching out, I run my hand over the scruff on his jaw. He turns his face, kissing my palm before climbing over me. He kisses me, his tongue stroking into my mouth and I realize with a little groan, I can taste myself on his lips.
I’ve never been with a man that wanted to go down on me like that, and the ones who were at least willing felt the need to go clean up afterward, like they had to wash me off of them.
Not Mateo. He buried his face in my pussy like it was a religious experience. One that he’s now intent on sharing with me. It’s dirty, filthy, and so erotic that it sends my heart racing.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” I ask, arching an eyebrow at him as I wind a hand behind his neck.
He smirks down at me. “Maybe. Do you have a condom?”
I shake my head. “It’s been a really long time. I think they’re probably expired, and they weren’t exactly jumbo-sized to begin with.”
Mateo makes a sound halfway between a laugh and a groan, letting his forehead fall to my shoulder. “That’s ok,” he says, peppering kisses over my collarbone.
“I’m on birth control,” I blurt out. “And I’m clean.”
Mateo lifts his head to look at me, dark eyes serious. “I’m clean too but I don’t want to push—”
“I want to,” I interrupt. “But if you don’t, I get it,” I add.
I’ve never had sex without condoms and birth control. I always stacked my protection because the thought of getting an STD or knocked up terrified me. But if there’s one man in this world I could ever trust to be honest, it’s Mateo.
Mateo looks at me like I’m crazy. “Are you kidding right now? There’s literally nothing on Earth I want more.”
He grips the back of my neck, kissing me hard. His tongue invades my mouth, laying claim to me. Reaching down between us, I wrap my hand around his cock. Mateo groans against my lips. He’s hot and thick in my hand. Christ, this thing is big. My thumb and fingers don’t even meet around his girth.
Mateo holds me close, rolling to his back and pulling me on top of him.
“Sit on my cock, Jules.”
Licking my lips, I grind down on him, a thrill running through me at the filthy demand.
I press my palms to his chest, arching my back as I rise up to sit straight on his lap. His hard length is trapped between us and I rock my hips, dragging my wet core along the underside of him. My breath hitches as his head grinds against my clit. His eyes go dark with lust.
“Remember what I said about teasing?” he growls warningly, gripping my hips.