“You can take me, princess. You can take every inch.” His voice at my ear sends a thrill through me, one that ends in my clit where his fingers are still ratcheting me up higher and higher.
“Soon enough, I’ll be fucking you in the ass.”
I push back. “No.”
“Oh yes.” He thrusts harder. “I’m going to fuck your tight hole and put my come in you. Your mouth too. I dream about my come dripping from your chin onto your tits.”
“Mateo!” I squeal.
“Soon, princess.” He grinds into me, his cock embedded deep. “Fuck, so good.”
He doesn’t let up, and I can feel my orgasm approaching. I’m all wound up, my body like a coil that Mateo knows exactly how to compress.
When I finally let go, my body shakes, my hips seizing. He surges even deeper inside me, filling me with him as he comes, his cock spurting inside me as I contract around him again and again, my body desperate for all of him. It feels so good, so perfect, as if this was always meant to be.
I gulp in air as Mateo drops kisses along my back.
“My perfect princess.” He nips at my shoulder.
I turn and look up at him, then wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. He pins me against the door again, his hands going to my ass as he lifts me and wraps my legs around him. I kiss him until I’m breathless, until I’m forced to come up for air or die.
When he pulls back, he’s so handsome it makes something inside me ache, his hair mussed and his eyes glinting. “I could kiss you for hours. Days.”
“It’s just the honeymoon phase,” I say as breezily as I can.
He cups my cheek. “I don’t think so.”
God, why does my heart flip over itself when he looks at me like this, when he says things that I desperately want to be true?
“I don’t think I’ll ever get over wanting you, princess. Needing to feel your mouth, your tits, your perfect cunt.”
“Filthy.” I raise a brow.
He smirks, speeding my traitorous heartbeat. “Absolutely.”
“If you two are done with your debauchery, we have dresses to try on,” Lito calls in a bored tone.
“We found the right one.” Mateo kisses me. “You’re dismissed.” He slides inside me again, my body shivering at the intrusion. “Unless you want to hear me fuck my wife against the door?”
“Gross!” The bedroom door slams as Mateo spreads me wide and hammers into me, our hearts pounding together as we lose ourselves in each other.
25
MATEO
“This feels so weird.” Lucretia fidgets in her seat.
I reach over and take her hand, squeezing her fingers as I cruise down a two-lane highway past massive estates. “How so?”
“I was supposed to marry her son, and now I’m going to his wake, but I’m married to someone else. It’s just … It feels weird and like I’m insulting her.”
“Oh, we are.” I grin. “We’re insulting the hell out of her.”
She fidgets again. “Why, though? You still haven’t told me the why of all of this, and I’m getting pretty tired of you distracting me with your tongue and your dick whenever I ask these kinds of questions.”
Fuck, I love it when she talks dirty. “Is that so?”
“Yes.” She gives a decisive nod. “But now we’re in this tiny car—which no one could possibly get frisky in—and going to a wake—where you can’t be doing anything sexy to me. So, no distractions.”
“You naïve little princess.” I kiss the back of her hand. “I can fuck you wherever I wish. Including in this car and right in front of everyone at the wake.”
She gasps. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“I would. And by the time I was done licking your cunt, you’d be begging for my cock.” I wink at her. “I know from experience.”
“Stop!” She reaches to cover her face with her other hand.
“If you mess up Lito’s makeup job—”
“Fine.” She puts her hand back in her lap. “Ugh. Milani men are the worst.”
“Never forget it.” I kiss her hand again.
“So … are you going to tell me why? I feel like I should know, especially before I walk into this wake or whatever it is. Can you be honest with me?” She smooths her already-smooth dress. “I feel like … like I’ve given you so much of myself.” She nibbles her bottom lip. “So much more than I ever intended to, especially after what you did at the wedding. I mean …” She pulls her hand away and tangles her fingers together. “You did horrible things, Mateo. We’re going to the wake for the men you murdered. I think I deserve to know why you did it.” She looks at me. “Don’t you?”
I shift gears and brake, then pull over on the side of the highway. Sonny, Benny, and Red drive past and slow down, but I wave for them to go on ahead.