Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
"Please, harder, Mateo." My voice was hoarse, an echo of my desperate need. His response was to thrust even harder, each movement driving me closer and closer to the edge. The pleasure-pain mix was overwhelming, and I couldn't tell where one began and the other ended. He chuckled again, and without pulling out, flipped me so that I was on my back. "You want it harder, anjinho?"
"Yes, harder," I moaned, my voice filled with need.
He took advantage of my vulnerability and seized the opportunity to claim me fully. Each thrust was harder, rougher than before, as he took what he wanted from me. The pain and pleasure coalesced into one all-consuming sensation, and I found myself lost in it. I clawed at his back, leaving red marks on his skin, but he didn't seem to mind. He was too caught up in our shared ecstasy to care. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies colliding and our ragged breaths, punctuated by the occasional slap of skin on skin. I didn't care who might hear us; I was lost in the moment. My eyes rolled back in my head as the intensity increased.
As Mateo continued to thrust, his eyes locked onto mine with a feral intensity that made my pussy clench even tighter. "That's it, anjinho," he growled, his accent thick and sexy. "Take it, let me feel you shatter around me."
I cried out, my body heating up with waves of pleasure. I felt the orgasm building deep inside me, threatening to consume me whole. I clawed at his slick back, needing to feel his skin against mine, to be closer to him.
Mateo's eyes never left mine, his gaze intense and filled with desire. He thrust harder, deeper, his movements rough and possessive. I felt myself slipping further and further into the abyss, each thrust drawing me closer to the edge. My moans became louder, and my body arched, begging for more.
"I'm going to come, Mateo," I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. "Please, don't stop, don't stop."
Mateo's smile grew wider, his eyes flashing with triumph. “let me hear you scream my name."
I couldn't hold back any longer. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting him deeper. “Mateo!" I moaned his name, my voice echoing in the room as my orgasm finally hit me. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, and I clawed at his back, feeling him shudder as he thrust into me. Mateo's breath hitched, his movements stuttering for just a moment before he regained control. His dark hair was disheveled, a light sweat trickling down his neck. His muscles tensed and flexed with each powerful thrust, his gaze piercing and intense. The scent of sex filled the air, mingling with the musky aroma of Mateo's cologne. He still had this air of calculated control as he moved inside me.
“Fuck," he growled, "you feel so fucking good."
I reached up to touch his face, to feel the heat of his skin beneath my fingers. "Mateo," I whispered, my voice barely audible above the sound of our heavy breathing.
He growled, his eyes darkening as he thrust into me, his hips driving us both closer to the edge. "Say my name again," he demanded, his voice rough and deep.
I did, and the sound of my voice seemed to push him closer. He leaned down, his mouth capturing mine in a searing kiss. He thrust into me with newfound urgency, his movements forceful as if he was trying to break something, to leave his mark on me. I thought he’d finish soon, but he kept going, fucking me until I felt boneless and could no longer string together a sentence or feel my legs. I asked him to stop, the word a weak plea as he continued making me come—the pleasure almost painful now. I surpassed being able to handle more but had no choice but to endure. I wanted to make him come, my body was screaming for a break. I let out a pained cry, my hands clutching tightly onto his shoulders in a desperate attempt to hold onto something, anything. My body was a mass of sensations—overwhelming and all-encompassing. It was like he was rewiring me, remapping my entire body and mind.
He braced himself with one hand beside my head and hooked my leg over his arm, fucking me at a new angle. “Touch yourself.”
“I-I can’t,” I rasped, the thought of coming again too much to bear.
“You will."
I hesitated, but the intensity in his eyes urged me on. Gingerly, I brought my hand down between us, expelling a shaky breath when my fingertips skimmed over my clit.
My touch became more confident, my fingers moving in small, firm circles. I could feel the tightness in my core building, a heat spreading from my center outwards. I moaned softly, my eyes fluttering closed for a moment as the pleasure intensified.