Adriana

I thought I couldn’t take any more when Matteo pulled out of me, leaving me shaking and wet.

My body was still throbbing, my thighs sticky with my juices, and my heart racing like I’d run miles. I thought he would finally let me rest.

But instead, his hands grabbed my hips and yanked me toward the edge of the bed. My stomach dropped.

“Up,” he ordered, his voice sharp, leaving no room to argue.

I scrambled, weak and clumsy, until I was on my knees.

My back arched instinctively, and my ass was in the air because I already knew what he wanted. I felt his palm crack against me, the sting hot and immediate.

I gasped, biting my lip, but the burn only made me wetter.

He didn’t give me time to recover. His hands spread me wide, exposing everything. I tried to squeeze my legs together to hide, but his grip was iron.

“Matteo,” I whispered, breathless, “what are you—”

Then I felt it. His mouth. Not where I expected it. Hot and wet against the tight rim.

My body jolted like I’d been shocked.

“Oh my God—” I cried out, muffling the sound against the sheets, ashamed of how fast my body reacted. My cunt clenched uncontrollably, and my thighs were trembling, struggling to stay up.

He licked me slowly at first, teasing, pressing his tongue right against my tightest place until I couldn’t breathe. The sensation was too much, too dirty, too overwhelming.

“Don’t run from me,” he muttered, voice low and rough, his breath hot against my skin. His tongue slid deeper, pushing past my resistance.

I whined into the mattress, clawing at the sheets, but I didn’t move away. I couldn’t. My body betrayed me, rocking back against him.

“Matteo, it’s—ah—too much,” I sobbed, shame twisting with heat.

He groaned into me, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated right through me. His tongue was relentless, pushing, circling, licking me open like he owned me there too. The filth of it made my cheeks burn, but I couldn’t stop. My hips moved on their own, desperate, chasing the pressure.

Every time I whimpered, he held me tighter, spreading me wider, like he wanted me to feel every inch of his tongue. I was shaking with every lick and I felt my juices dripping down my thighs, yet he still didn’t stop.

The pressure built so fast I couldn’t fight it. “Matteo—oh God—I can’t—”

“Take it,” he growled, his tongue plunging deep again, hitting a spot I didn't even know existed.

The orgasm hit me violently. My scream tore through the room as my whole body convulsed, spasms ripping through me. I buried my face in the sheets, shaking, my thighs clamping around his head, but he didn’t let me go.

He kept eating me, tongue merciless, dragging it out until I was sobbing, shaking uncontrollably with my tears wetting the pillow. My body twitched with aftershocks, but still he licked me like he couldn’t get enough, like he was claiming me in the dirtiest way possible.

When I finally collapsed, weak and trembling, his grip on me softened just enough to let me breathe. But the way his mouth lingered on me, slow and deliberate, I knew—he wasn’t nearly finished.

The second Matteo shoved me forward onto my hands and knees, the air left my lungs. My palms sank into the sheets, my ass left high in the air, exposed to him completely. My chest tightened with nerves and heat.

It felt degrading, humiliating, but the way his hands gripped my hips made me shiver with something darker.

He spread me open, thumbs pulling me wider until I cried out, the cool air hitting my swollen, wet pussy.

“Look at this,” he rasped, his voice rough. “Dripping. Begging. You want me to fuck you like an animal, don’t you, Adriana?”

My face burned. “N-no…”

A sharp slap to my ass echoed in the room, the sting making me gasp. “Don’t lie to me,” he growled. “Your body tells the truth.” He smacked me again, harder, the pain laced with pleasure until I whimpered.

I buried my face into the sheets, but he grabbed my hair, yanking my head back until my neck strained. “Answer me,” he demanded, his cock sliding over my soaked entrance, teasing me with shallow pushes.

“I… I want it,” I whispered, shame choking me.

Another brutal thrust of his hips made his cock slide just inside, stretching me painfully. I screamed, my nails clawing at the sheets.

“Louder,” he barked. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want it!” I cried, tears pricking my eyes. “I want you to fuck me, Matteo, please!”

His groan was deep, feral. He slammed into me all the way, filling me to the hilt in one merciless stroke. My body jolted, my back arching as I screamed his name, the stretch so brutal it felt like he was splitting me in half.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his hips pulling back before slamming forward again, harder, faster. “Take it. Every inch.”

The sound of him using me filled the room. The wet, obscene slap of skin against skin, the choked sobs spilling from my lips, the guttural growls from deep in his chest.

My breasts bounced with every thrust, dragging against the sheets, my nipples aching with friction. His grip on my hips was punishing, holding me still as he pounded into me while fisting my hair..

“God, you feel perfect like this,” he rasped. “Your cunt is so fucking tight, Adriana, so wet. You love being fucked like this, don’t you?”

“Yes!” I sobbed, my voice breaking. “Yes, I love it, Matteo, please don’t stop”

His hand snaked down, fingers finding my clit, rubbing it ruthlessly while he kept pounding into me. My thighs shook violently, the pleasure unbearable. I tried to crawl forward, to escape the intensity, but he yanked me back by the hair, forcing me to stay impaled on him.

“Don’t you dare run from me,” he snarled. “You take every thrust. You come on my cock until you're a fucking mess.”

I screamed as my orgasm tore through me, violent and messy, my juices spraying down my thighs and soaking the sheets. My arms gave out, collapsing me onto my forearms, but Matteo didn’t slow. He fucked me harder, chasing his own release.

“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, slamming into me again and again. “So filthy. So perfect. My little slut taking it all.”

Matteo’s pace grew more desperate, his thrusts harder, deeper, shaking the entire bed with each brutal drive. His growls filled the room, mingling with my ragged sobs and the slick, obscene sound of my pussy being used.

I felt him swelling inside me, stretching me even tighter, his grip on my hips bruising.

“Fuck, Princess, He panted, his voice rough. “I’m so close. You feel so tight around me, baby.”

His words sent a shiver racing down my spine. I whimpered into the sheets, my body trembling violently, and pushed my ass back into him, begging without words for him to give me everything.

He groaned low, animalistic, his chest slamming into my back as he shoved himself as deep as he could go.

My pussy clenched around him, spasming with the remnants of my orgasm, and that was all it took.

With a sharp, broken growl, Matteo buried himself to the hilt and spilled inside me.

Hot, thick spurts of his cum gushed deep into my womb, flooding me in messy, endless waves.

I screamed at the sensation, my body convulsing around him, milking every drop while his cock twitched violently inside me.

“Take it,” he growled into my ear, his voice shaking with the force of his release. “Take all of me, princess. Every last drop.”

I sobbed, half-crazed with pleasure, feeling the sticky heat filling me until it spilled back out, dripping down my thighs.

His hips jerked, pumping through the aftershocks, grinding me down into the soaked sheets as he kept spilling.

“God, you’re so full of me,” he groaned, pressing me harder into the mattress. “Your sweet cunt swallowing everything I give you.”

I was shaking, ruined, my face pressed into the sheets, my mouth open on a silent cry.

The sound of his cum leaking out of me mixed with the wet slap of his final thrusts was the filthiest symphony I’d ever heard.

When the last pulse left him, he collapsed over me, his sweat-slick chest crushing against my back, his cock still buried deep, locking everything inside.

His teeth found my shoulder, biting down hard, marking me as his while his hot breath fanned across my ear.

“You’re mine, Adriana,” he whispered, voice ragged, broken, but sure. “No one will ever fuck you like this. No one will ever fill you the way I do. Mine.”

I could only nod, my body twitching beneath him, overwhelmed by the sheer possession in his voice, by the sticky mess inside me that made me feel branded, claimed, and loved in the most brutal way.