Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
“That’s it, baby. Take my cock.”
I moaned as I shifted my hips under him, trying to ease the building pressure.
He pushed in slowly, opening me. Sensations bombarded me. His calloused fingers gripping my hips. The coarse denim on his legs brushing against the soft skin of my inner thighs, exposed above the leather top of my borrowed boots.
My senses were hyper aware. Every touch. Every sound. Every brush of his skin against mine sent a bolt of electricity between my legs.
The head of his cock pushed against my maidenhead.
My body stiffened as guilt, doubt, and fear crashed over me. “Wait! I think…”
He pulled back… was he actually going to stop?
Before I could react, he thrust violently forward, breaking through my inner barrier, tearing my body in two.
I screamed as I curled up on my knees, trying to move into the fetal position.
Matteo covered my body with his as he wrapped his arms around my middle and cupped my breast with his right hand. Holding me tightly to him from behind, he paused for a moment then thrust again and again as I struggled in his embrace. “Hold on, baby. Use the pain.”
Tears blurred my vision as my pussy contracted painfully around his cock to force him out of me.
He pulled my body up and back until I was practically sitting on his cock.
The movement forced him deeper inside of me.
My head fell back onto his shoulder as he shifted his head to kiss my forehead. Breathing heavily against my cheek, he rasped, “You’re being such a good girl for me.”
I whimpered again, trying to get past the pain of having him penetrating me.
His left hand moved over my stomach to tease my pussy as he continued to thrust inside of me.
“Please come,” I begged. “Please come. I can’t take much more.”
“Yes, you can, baby. God, you’re so tight.”
I collapsed forward onto the bed.
He followed me down with the weight of his body. This time, he moved his hand to grip my hair. Yanking on it, he quickened his thrusts. Pounding into my vulnerable body repeatedly.
The fast rhythm and relentless pace stirred something deep inside of me. A low hum. A vibrating awareness as the hard ridge of the head of his cock seemed to taunt the sensitive nerves deep inside of me.
“Oh! Oh!” I breathed.
“Fuck, babygirl. I need you to come on my cock. Now,” he growled with such ferocity, I didn’t dare disobey.
My knees bent backward, and I hit him on the back with my heels as my thighs gripped his hips.
My own hips rocked against the mattress as I came a second time.
This orgasm was so fierce and overpowering, I saw stars behind my eyelids.
“God, yes! Yes! Fuck!” roared Matteo as he thrust several more times before releasing his liquid heat inside of me.
His body trembled as he thrust several more times before pulling out and collapsing to the side of me.
I was shocked how quickly I felt empty and cold without the press of his body on top of me.
But that was short-lived.
Matteo rolled onto his side and pulled me into the curve of his body from behind. “Don’t start thinking.”
My shoulders tensed. “I don’t know what you mean,” I lied.
He pushed my tangled hair to the side over my shoulder and kissed my cheek. “Yes, you do. I’m going to handle everything. There is nothing to worry about.”
Nothing to worry about?
Sure.
Only what my sister was going to say, and her safety.
What my father was going to do.
How Dante was going to react when he found out what I’d done.
Matteo’s arm tightened around my waist. “You’re thinking.”
My brow furrowed as I squirmed in his embrace. “Am not.”
His amused chuckle tickled my ear. “Liar.”
I let out a long sigh. “Well, there’s a lot for me to think about.”
He rolled me onto my back and braced his forearm near my head as he leaned over me. “No, there’s a lot for me to think about and do. You are going to take a nice warm bath and then I’m going to drive you into town to get some new clothes.”
“Antonia’s clothes are fine for travel. I’ll just borrow a coat or something.”
He nodded. “A good plan. If you were traveling. But you’re not going anywhere.”
“Matteo, I—”
Before I could finish, he cut me off. Leaning down to kiss the corner of my mouth, he whispered against my lips, “Answer one question and I’ll consider letting you leave.”
My breath hitched. Later, I would wonder why a sudden sickening weight settled in my stomach at him agreeing to let me leave him. As much as I was fighting it, there was something nice about having him insist on keeping me by his side. I’d be foolish not to admit it was nice to be wanted.
“What’s your question?”
He raised an eyebrow. “I want a truthful answer. Remember, I’ll know if you’re lying.”