Matteo’s hand slides up the inside of my leg. “You’re such a fucking tease. Dancing in front of me in this dress all night. I wanted to bend you over the table and show you how hard you made me.”
I moan at the picture he’s painting.
“Open my zipper, passerotta. See what you do to me.”
My hands are steady while I open his pants and shove them down, as much as I can in my position, and do the same to his boxers. His long erection twitches as I wrap my hand around it and squeeze.
“Harder.” Matteo pumps into my hand and crushes his mouth on mine.
The kiss is rough, and he devours me like this is our first time and he can never get enough of me. His lips are soft and demanding, his tongue slick and hot, and I love the sparks that rush through my body at this contact. I will never tire of this feeling or this man.
He bites my lower lip and pulls back, his pupils dilated. “Do you think you deserve a reward for being a good girl?”
I nod, my breasts straining against my dress.
I don’t know if he notices it too, but his hand leaves my throat and palms my breast through the material. He does this at the same time as his other hand reaches my panties, and as usual, he doesn’t waste any time, thrusting them aside in one swift move so he can sink a finger deep inside me.
“Baby, you’re soaked.”
I writhe against his hand. “I’ve been thinking about your cock inside me all day.”
He groans against my neck, biting my skin before soothing the spot with his tongue. “On your knees for your reward.”
He withdraws his hand, and I sink to the floor, not wasting a single moment before I lick up his shaft and take him deep into my mouth, reveling in the taste of his salty precum.
“Fuuuuuuuck.” Matteo growls and slaps a hand against the wall.
I make quick work of his pants and boxers, dragging them off completely so I have unrestricted access to him. His skin is warm against my fingertips, and I glide them up his legs. I give his muscular butt a squeeze and drag him more firmly against me before wrapping one hand around his shaft to pump up and down in sync with my mouth.
He gathers my hair in one fist, using the leverage it gives him to take control. His pumps become wilder, his cock hitting the back of my throat viciously, and I love every single second of it.
Some people might enjoy sex because they know it leads to an orgasm; to some, it might be an act of duty, something that’s expected of them. To me, sex is an expression, my love note to adventure and a different side of myself. It’s the power and control, playfulness and pushing limits, combined with this man and the trust between us that makes it as enticing and addictive as it is.
Matteo slows down, but I won’t have it. I tug him to me and move my mouth faster, until he snaps and roars his release. He pumps one more time, then stills with his hard dick in my mouth, his salty cum shooting down my throat and tears running down my cheeks.
When he pulls out, I lick my lips and stare up at him with a grin.
His eyes turn to slits, and he hauls me over his shoulder and yanks up my dress.
Cold air hits my butt, right before his hand meets one butt cheek.
Slap.
One more on the other side.
Slap.
Then I’m flung on the bed, belly down, and pressed into the mattress by Matteo’s weight.
“You wanna play dirty today, passerotta?”
His cock is lined up against my ass, rubbing over the fabric of my panties. It creates friction along my pussy, and I whimper.
His weight lifts off me, and a moment later, my panties are gone and Matteo presses my legs forward so I’m on my knees with my butt in the air. I fist my hands into the blanket, my hard nipples still confined in my dress, not giving me any kind of relief.
Shifting my head to the side, I peek over my shoulder at Matteo. But he isn’t glancing at me, his gaze is solely fixed on my exposed body.
“Such a pretty pussy. And it’s all mine.”