15. Liliana

Chapter 15

Liliana

" N ow I'm going to get my girl off."

I replayed those words repeatedly until I felt high from them.

My jaw ached, my throat was sore, and the flavor of his cum coated my entire mouth. But I'd never felt more aroused in my entire life as I stared up at Matteo. He wore this dangerous expression on his face that made me feel like molten.

Matteo shifted off of me, laid down on his back, and gripped my waist. He adjusted me so I straddled his waist; my pussy was so wet I felt how slick my inner thighs were.

When Matteo gripped my hips painfully, I closed my eyes and moaned at how much that sting of pressure and discomfort felt so damn good.

He leaned up and ran the tip of his nose along my throat before latching his mouth onto my flesh. I heard and felt his hum of animalistic pleasure.

"Rub that primed, soaked, little pussy back and forth on my cock. Work that cunt against me like you're desperate to come."

Matteo bit down on my neck hard. My inner muscles clenched, and I started moving against him, working myself over and using him.

God that was hot.

I slowly rolled my hips, moving them in a circle. His cock was wedged between my pussy lips as I found a perfect rhythm that sent shock waves through me.

The more I rolled my hips, the higher my pleasure rose. I chased it until I knew ecstasy was right at my fingertips.

My head fell back on my neck, too heavy to hold up, and I closed my eyes as I just gave in to the intensity.

"That's it. Be Daddy's good girl and come for me." His use of the word "Daddy" should not have set off fireworks in me. But I cried out as I came, that lone word coupled with his praise pushing me over the edge.

Everything faded as I exploded, my movements jerky as I gave in to the sensations. The orgasm seemed to go on and on, and only when consciousness came flooding back to me did I take a great lungful of air.

Matteo murmured something, words that sounded softer than anything I'd ever heard him say before.

I slumped forward and felt the lightest touch as he stroked my back. Despite him coming down my throat, he was still rock hard and twitching between my pussy lips.

I could have fallen asleep just like that, draped over his chest with his enormous hands moving up and down my back. My body became heavier as sleep claimed me, but the rough rumble of Matteo speaking roused me.

"Sweet girl…You don't think I'm done with you yet, do you?" He grinned like a shark. "Come up here and sit on my face. I don't want to be able to breathe because your pussy is smothering me."

I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry, my throat tight even though he'd bathed it in thick jets of his cum.

"So wet from your orgasm, baby. I want my mouth covered in it."

His hands on my waist were painful and brutal, and I wanted marks covering me, wanted to look in the mirror and see the little purple and blue fingerprints left behind from this encounter.

"Do what I said."

I dug my fingers into his broad shoulders until he hissed and moved up the bed. My heart was beating so hard and fast it was painful.

"Brava bambina." He slapped my ass hard enough the flesh jiggled, and a small sound escaped me. "Bring that pretty pussy here." He spanked my ass again and growled in approval when I obeyed.

He stared at me between the legs for a moment before he spit on my slit. I gasped at the feeling of his saliva on my pussy, then the sensation of it sliding down my cleft.

"So pretty." He dragged his tongue from pussy hole to clit.

My hands instinctively went to his hair, and I held on as Matteo licked through my pussy, teasing my hole, and then flattened that muscle to move it back up to my clit. He did this repeatedly, gently biting my lips as he held me open with his thumbs and forefingers.

He made these rough, animalistic sounds while he was relentless between my thighs.

"I want you to come for me. Be my dirty, good girl and give Daddy what he wants, and then I'll fuck you." He sucked my clit into the warm, wet recesses of his mouth, and I let my head fall back.

I shamelessly rubbed my pussy back and forth, feeling my climax rise.

I came again, this time the pleasure so swift and intense I couldn't even breathe through it. When I relaxed, Matteo smacked my ass, flipping me onto my back.

For long seconds, all he did was stare at my bared and exposed body. My legs felt like rubber and were spread, opened so wide I felt my inner lips parting for his view.

He ran a hand over his mouth, groaning deep within his throat.

"Look at you," Matteo said in a voice so low I knew those words weren't for me. He slid his free hand up my inner thigh, but that's where the gentleness ended. While staring into my eyes, he brought his palm down on my bared, sensitive pussy and spanked me.

I cried out and tried to close my legs, but he smacked my pussy again.

"Keep yourself open for me. I want to see how red and swollen I can make this pretty cunt."

When he spanked my pussy a third time, I felt that pain morph into a deeper, darker pleasure. Maybe he saw the effect it had on me because he grumbled out, "Jesus," and pinched my clit between his thumb and forefinger.

And then with a juicy curse, Matteo covered my body with his, gripped my throat, and kissed me like he owned me.

I was already primed and ready as he used his body to force my legs open, used his free hand to curl his fingers into my inner thigh, and slide the digits to the center of my body.

My eyes widened on their own when I felt the tip of his hot, thick cockhead at my entrance. Matteo pulled back and looked into my eyes.

"Any other man would take your virginity sweet. Slow." He licked the side of my cheek, humming. "But I'm the bad guy, so you get it how I like it, Sunshine." And with that, he slammed his cock into me so hard that my back slid up the mattress.

I had to reach up and over my head to brace my hand on the headboard to stop myself from moving any more…to accept all his hard, thick inches.

I closed my eyes as that sharp sting of pain from him breaking through my innocence slammed into me. It stole my breath and made me feel hazy. The fullness and stretch was like nothing I'd ever be able to describe.

The snarl that came out of him as he buried himself deep inside my body had me snapping my eyes back open.

"No, beautiful girl. Keep those gorgeous eyes on me." Matteo kept his pacing slow and easy at first, and a part of me wanted to taunt him about the big talk he just gave me about being the bad guy.

I wasn't a fool in thinking he wasn't the anti-hero of his own story, but he'd been leaving me breadcrumbs of sweetness that made me wonder if there wasn't as much evil in him as he wanted me to believe.

Maybe it was the way my face softened as I slid my hands up his bulging biceps that tipped him off to where my thoughts were. Because a darkness crossed his face and he chuckled low. He leaned in so his mouth was by my ear.

"I think my little virgin assumes I'm not the monster I really am." He pulled back and leaned on his knees, keeping my thighs spread with his hands.

"My good, fucking girl." His focus was on my mouth. And then his hand was curled around my jaw. "Open for me." He added pressure until I did just that.

I wasn't sure what his intentions were, but I didn't expect him to lean forward and slowly let a trail of saliva fall from his tongue and drip into my mouth.

His spit was warm and tasted just like Matteo—spicy and masculine and everything else I couldn't put into words. But instinct had me trying to turn my head. His fingers on my jaw kept me in place as he let another long, thick trail of saliva fall onto my lips.

This should have been disgusting, fucking nasty to let him spit in my mouth like this. Then why am I getting turned on all over again?

He started pulling out and pushing back in, fucking me as he let saliva dribble out of his mouth and spill onto my throat, my breasts, using his other hand to rub it all in.

He tunneled his cock in and out of me, tongue sweeping, teeth biting.

I was lost in the sensations as I curled my hands around his thickly muscled arms.

The air sawed in and out of him as he panted. Matteo looked so vicious right now, primordial in his need. And the entire time, he never stopped fucking me.

"God, you're fucking hot. The hottest thing I've ever seen."

A cry of pain and pleasure spilled from my throat as he slammed into me, each thrust harder than the last.

"I'm about to blow my load at the very sight of you covered in my spit."

He stared at where we were connected, watching as he savagely claimed me.

"This virgin pussy is all swollen and red, stretched so wide around my dick. Popping your little cherry has my cock all streaked with blood, Sunshine."

He placed his thumb on my clit, but I didn't think I could come again, not with the discomfort still there and having gotten off already.

"That's alright, sweet girl," he said as if he knew what I was thinking. "Once I've broken in this pussy just for me, I'll make sure you get off a minimum of three times a night."

I tipped my head back, closed my eyes, his words a powerful aphrodisiac. I could feel his cock thicken even further inside of me. And when he cursed and filled me as he came, I swore I could feel the thick, hot, and milky jets of his cum shooting out and covering every inch of my insides.

I didn't know how long he stayed inside of me, but I could tell by his expression his orgasm was long, and it seemed like it lasted forever. When Matteo collapsed over me, our breathing was identical as we gasped for air.

It was only after a few short-lived moments of his cock softening inside of me that he finally pulled out.

A sound of disappointment left me. It was one I couldn't have held in. A wave of coldness blanketed my body, and I shivered involuntarily.

It was the feel of his fingers gently smoothing through the center of my body that had me opening my eyes. I hadn't even realized they'd closed.

"So fucking pretty," he murmured and ran circles around my pussy hole. "It's hot as hell watching my cum slip out of this gorgeous body, but…" he lifted his gaze and looked into my eyes. "I belong deep inside of you."

He shoved two thick fingers in me, pushing his seed back into my body.

A harsh sound left him.

He thrust those fingers in and out of me until I wriggled beneath him, my body too sore and sensitive. When he lifted his hand up, it was to show me how glossy and pink-tinged they were.

And while holding my focus, Matteo licked them clean before shoving them into my mouth.

I wasn't nearly done sucking on those digits, realizing how arousing it was to clean our combined fluids from them while he watched me like a primal animal.

He slipped out of my mouth and smeared his now wet hand over my breasts and belly, as if marking me.

He cupped my cheek and ran his thumb over my mouth, tracing my lips. His expression was so severe that it was a little frightening, and although I knew he wouldn't hurt me, I still felt that survival instinct rise up.

"I'm too selfish. You're mine." His voice was pitched low, almost too low that I wondered if I heard him correctly.

I wanted to ask what he meant, but the heavy hand of sleep was pulling me under and, coupled with the feeling of his body against mine, had a heavy fog claiming me.

Just before that darkness embraced me, I knew that the words he whispered meant far more than maybe I was ready to accept.