Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
I refastened my pants, then took hold of his hips and spun him until he faced me. I grunted when I threw him over my shoulder. “Damn. You’re fucking heavy, you know that?”
“You love it. If I wasn’t this big, you wouldn’t be able to go at me so hard.”
“Of course I fucking like it.” When I got him inside, I headed straight for the bed and dumped him on his back. He opened his legs immediately and I undressed as fast as I could. When I joined him on the bed, I crawled between his legs, gripped the back of his thighs, and shoved his legs double on his chest so I could drive right back into him.
He gasped. “Damn, that’s good.”
“You don’t even care how much I hurt your sore ass, do you?”
Matteo shook his head. “I don’t care about anything except how incredible this feels.”
“How is it always so fucking good between us?” I asked. “When I’m with you like this, everything else disappears.”
He smiled up at me. “That’s just how good I am, baby.”
“Shut the fuck up.” I tugged on his legs until he wrapped them around my waist so I could stretch out over him.
“Kiss me,” he begged. My mouth crashed down over his. I kissed him as savagely as I was fucking him. My tongue thrust into his mouth with the same rhythm as my cock was abusing his ass.
He kissed me back just as hard. His hands cupped my face, and he tried to hold me there with my mouth fused to his, but I pulled away enough to look into his eyes. “This is fucking heaven.”
Matteo nodded. “Yes, baby.”
I couldn’t imagine anything being better, and I was damn glad I was getting to be with him one more time before I went after my brother. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I would do whatever it took to make sure Landon paid for what he did to our mother. I’d thought this revenge was for myself, but after I saw my father, I realized I didn’t even fucking care about him, but for my mother and everyone else he’d hurt, I needed to make him pay.
I rolled us so Matteo was on top. He straddled me as he clamped his legs around my hips. “Ride me,” I demanded.
He grabbed my hands and shoved them over my head. I didn’t fight him. I wanted this. I wanted to be controlled by him now, even as I thrust my hips up, sinking deep into him. I wanted to know he would take charge, take care of me, give me what I needed anytime I was so overwhelmed I couldn’t handle things anymore.
“Come for me, Matteo. I want to feel your ass squeeze my cock. I want to watch all that pleasure pour out of you. Cover me in it.”
Matteo groaned as he wrapped his hand around his cock and began stroking himself as hard and fast as he had before in the car.
“Yes! Grip your cock so tight it hurts. Show me what you need.” His hand moved even faster. Seconds later, cum shot across my chest. He covered me with it again and again. His climax seemed to go on forever.
It felt so good as his ass squeezed me so fucking tightly that I couldn’t hold myself back. I seized his hips and drove up into him, crying out as I let myself go and pumped every drop of my load into him.
He collapsed on top of me. I could feel my cum running out of his ass. We were a sticky, sweaty mess, and it felt great.
I ran a hand over his reddened ass, and he shuddered.
“You really didn’t show me any mercy.” His voice was hoarse and rough.
“No. You didn’t need any.”
“I never will from you. That’s why we’re so fucking perfect together.”
I continued to let my hand drift up and down his back while my other hand combed through his hair. I didn’t want him to move. I didn’t want this to end. When he sat up and rose off me, the loss of his body’s pressure against me hit me like I was losing him forever. Fuck, I was to about to completely fall apart.
He’ll catch you.
“Carter?”
He was looking down at me, worry on his face, but I couldn’t speak. I opened my mouth and the only thing that came out was a sob.
“Come here, baby.” Matteo held out his arms and I raised myself up enough for him to pull me to him, shifting me so I was sitting in his lap, cradled against him.
“What did I do? Why does my father always treat me like this? How could he let my brother kill the one good person I had?”
Matteo squeezed me tighter. “You didn’t do anything. You are perfect. He’s nothing but evil.”