Until this beautiful man entered my life unexpectedly on one of the most depressing days of my life to lure me into his web. I was his from the second I felt the touch of this forbidden stranger, no matter how wrong or twisted it was.
“Say yes, passerotta.”
“You’re asking me?”
“I am.”
He’s giving you a choice because he doesn’t want to put you in another cage.
All he’s ever wanted was to keep me safe, inadvertently enabling me to break out of my cage. And somehow, deep down inside, I know that if I said no, he’d somehow find a way to help me stay out of my father’s grasp.
But the thing is, I don’t want to say no.
“Yes.” The word is barely audible as it leaves my mouth, but I know Matteo heard it.
It’s undeniable in the way he captures my lips, the way his hands bite into my hips as his tongue delves into my mouth, as if he’s trying to possess every single inch of me.
He said I’m his, but he’s mine too.
His fingers glide under my shirt to pull it off along with my sports bra. My leggings and underwear go next. We’re both panting, and my clit buzzes with such an intensity, I’m afraid my heart won’t be able to handle my next orgasm.
Matteo sheds his clothes too before he walks over to the freezer to get a round container of my favorite new treat,Karamel Sutraice cream. I lean forward in anticipation, watching him as he grabs a spoon from the drawer and stops next to me.
I lick my lips when he opens it, and I see the chocolate and vanilla ice cream with the caramel in the middle. He gets some on the spoon and offers it to me.
The spoon disappears in my mouth, and I hum my approval. “God, I love this stuff.”
He chuckles. “It’s good.”
We go back and forth a few times, and it’s my turn again.
Matteo says, “Open up wide,” and I part my lips eagerly.
This time, he shakes his head though, and before I know what’s happening, he touches the spoon to my chest and lets it slowly descend across my stomach. But he doesn’t stop there.
“I said, open up wide, passerotta.”
The spoon reaches the top of my mound, and I finally understand his command. A shiver runs through me, and I spread my legs. Matteo steps between them, the spoon never leaving my body. Not exactly knowing what he’s about to do has me trembling. I jump as the spoon descends farther and reaches my clit, but Matteo anticipates it and holds me down with his other hand on my stomach.
The spoon glides over and around my clit several times before he trails it even lower over my lips. The coolness mixed with the melting ice cream and caramel has me squirming against his restraining hand.
“Matteo.”
“Lie down.”
I lean back on my elbows first before I lie down completely, hissing when my back meets the counter.
His tongue hits my clit, and I feel like I’ve been electrocuted, unable to control how my body reacts. My inner temperature rises, and tingles rush through me like I’m on drugs. At least, that’s how I always thought it would feel: a sense of euphoria and an out-of-body experience I can’t fully escape. Not that I want to since this feels too damn good.
Since Matteo is still holding me down, I arch my back, unable to stay still while he licks me clean, long after there should be any ice cream left. The sparks grow, my clit tingling to the point that it’s bordering on pain, but Matteo doesn’t let up. The spoon clatters on the counter, or wherever he put it, but I couldn’t care less. The whole place could be on fire for all I know because all I can focus on is his tongue and mouth on me.
Now that he has both hands free, he really goes to work, pushing several fingers deep inside me while continuing to attack my clit like there’s no tomorrow.
The pressure on my abdomen eases up, and I immediately use that chance to lift my pelvis off the counter so I can grind against his face.
“Oh my God.” I whimper, several times, the pleasure this new angle gives me almost more than I can handle.
Matteo growls his approval, pulling his fingers out and gripping both of my ass cheeks from underneath so he can haul me against his mouth even more fervently.