Adriana

I blushed hard, my stomach tightening like a knot at his command.

His voice was rough, dangerous, and it made me ache in places I didn’t know I could.

My hands fumbled for the headboard, nails scraping against the wood, and with a shaky breath, I sank deeper onto his face.

The sound he made was low, guttural, a growl that vibrated straight into my core, and it nearly undid me.

I lifted myself only to sink back down again, experimenting, testing, riding the pressure of his mouth like I’d been doing it all my life. Every movement smeared my wetness across his lips and beard, every desperate roll of my hips dragging another filthy groan out of him.

His grip on my thighs tightened, strong fingers biting into my flesh, holding me open as if he hadn't spread me enough.

“That’s it,” he muttered into me, voice muffled by the slick heat of my pussy. “Use me, baby. Rub that sweet cunt all over me.” His words only made me grind harder, shameless, chasing the friction that had my head flung back and my mouth gasping at the ceiling.

His tongue plunged deep inside, thick and unrelenting, driving me insane. My pussy clenched around his tongue, desperate, while I rubbed myself against him faster, messier, like a girl who couldn’t stop even if she wanted to.

The scrape of his beard was another sensation entirely. It was sharp, prickling, almost too much, but it added a raw edge to every grind. Pleasure and sting tangled together, short-circuiting my thoughts until I was babbling nonsense, unable to think, only to move.

I rode faster and faster, my thighs quivering, my clit dragging across his mouth with each frantic roll of my hips. My eyes rolled back, my vision bursting into stars, and I clamped his head tighter between my thighs. “Matteooo—fuck,” I slurred, my voice coming out thick with lust; I was trembling on every syllable.

He only answered with his hands. They slid up, rough and eager, finding my tits through the thin lace of my sports bra. His big palms swallowed them whole, squeezing hard, making me cry out from the sharp bite of pain.

I screamed his name, my body arching, but before the ache could settle in, he soothed it with his touch, his thumbs rolling, fingers pinching and flicking my nipples until my scream dissolved into a whimper. The mix of pain and pleasure made my hips buck harder against his face.

My body was no longer mine; it belonged to him, to the way his mouth devoured me, to the way his hands owned me. I lifted myself high, then slammed back down onto his mouth, bouncing against his tongue, my tits shaking, nipples tugged and twisted in his fingers until I couldn’t even form words.

Then he bit me. His teeth caught my clit, sharp enough to make me cry out, the shock of it sliced through me, and I poured.

“Matteo—Matteo!” I screamed, my orgasm ripping me open, making me spray into his mouth, my thighs trembled violently as I poured all over him and the sheets. My hips faltered, slowing only because my body couldn’t keep up, shaking too hard to hold steady.

But he didn’t let me topple over. His grip was iron, locking me in place over his mouth. My pussy was still swollen, throbbing, far too sensitive, but he wasn’t finished.

His mouth latched on again, sucking greedily, his tongue flicked mercilessly over my clit.

I sobbed, overstimulated, but he kept going. His hand stayed clamped to my chest, fisting my tits, pinching, flicking, twisting while his mouth worked me raw.

The pressure was unbearable, lightning ripping through my nerves, dragging me toward another high I didn’t think I had left.

I was his whimpering mess, crying and grinding helplessly against his mouth, my juices soaking him, soaking the bed, my body refusing to stop even when my mind begged for mercy.

He turned me inside out with nothing more than his mouth and his hands, and I knew, deep down, that I’d never survive Matteo’s hunger.

His grip on my thighs finally loosened, and before I could catch my breath, he flung me flat on my back like I weighed nothing. The mattress dipped hard beneath me, my hair spilling across the sheets, my chest heaving.

Matteo was on me instantly. His mouth closed around my nipple, hot and demanding, sucking so hard I arched into him with a strangled cry. His teeth grazed the sensitive peak, pulling another moan from deep in my chest while hands stayed firm on my waist, holding me steady, keeping me pinned even as my body shook beneath him, desperate and out of control.

Then his mouth left my breast and claimed my mouth. The kiss was savage, his tongue driving deep into my mouth, filling me, tasting me. It was filthy and messy, his groans vibrating against my lips.

His hunger was undeniable. I could feel it in the way he kissed me like he was trying to devour me, to own me completely.

Without warning, his hand slid lower, and a finger plunged into my pussy. I gasped into his mouth, my body jerking at the sudden invasion. He swallowed the sound, kissing me harder, deeper, while his finger pumped inside me, fast and merciless.

Then his lips broke from mine and dragged to my ear, his breath hot and wicked. “You’re going to let me fuck this pussy, Adriana,” he growled, his voice sharp as steel. “Not just with my mouth. Not just with my fingers. With my cock. And you’re going to take every inch of me like a good little princess.”

I gaped, trembling beneath him, the words punching straight through me. My whole body shook, torn between fear and the overwhelming need that pooled low between my legs.

Before I could respond, a second finger slammed into me, stretching me wider. My back arched off the bed, a scream tearing from my throat as the pressure built, unbearable and sweet.

My juices spilled out, soaking his hand, spraying across his wrist as he fucked me harder, faster, his fingers finding that spot inside me that made me come undone.

“Matteo!” I wailed, squirting around him, my thighs trembling violently as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through me. The sheets beneath me were wet, drenched with my release, but he didn’t slow down. His fingers drove deeper, rougher, his eyes blazed with possession as he watched me unravel.

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice a dark snarl. “Say you want my cock.”

I tried to answer, but I was still caught in the throes of my orgasm, shaking like I was possessed. My mouth opened, only broken gasps spilling out. He punished me for it, shoving his fingers deeper, curling them, pounding into my soaked pussy until I screamed.

“I—fuck—I want your cock, Matteo! Please!” I cried, the words ripped from me, raw and needy.

His response was a third finger. He plunged it inside me, stretching me to the brink, my pussy clenching desperately around the impossible fullness.

“Good girl,” he growled, his pace brutal, his fingers curling and hitting my sweet spot with relentless precision. I thought I’d split apart, my back bowing off the bed, my screams muffled only when he crushed his mouth to mine again, swallowing the sounds of my release as I creamed all over his hand.

When he finally pulled back, my chest was heaving, and my body trembled uncontrollably. He raised his soaked fingers to my mouth, his eyes daring me.

“Open,” he ordered.

I obeyed, parting my lips, and he slid his fingers past them, smearing my own juices across my tongue. The salty-sweet taste filled my mouth as he pushed deeper, forcing me to swallow every drop.

Then he pressed further. His fingers drove into my throat, hitting the back of it, making me gag. Tears pricked my eyes, and my hands flew to his wrist, trying to pull back, but his grip only tightened.

“Take it,” he hissed, his eyes blazing down at me. “Suck your own taste. Learn who you belong to.”

I gagged again, throat convulsing around his fingers, tears spilling down my cheeks as drool slid from the corners of my mouth. My nails dug into his skin, silently begging, but the more I resisted, the harder he pushed, holding me there until I thought I’d break.

Finally, he pulled out with a wet pop, strings of spit and slick trailing from my lips to his fingers. I gasped for air, sucking in precious oxygen; my chest was heaving, and my throat felt raw.

Matteo’s smile was wicked, feral. He dragged his wet fingers across my cheek, smearing me with my own mess before leaning down and kissing me again, filthy and unyielding.

When he pulled back, his voice was a low growl that vibrated through me. “Your pussy is ready, princess,” he said, his grin sly, promising ruin. “And I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”