“For you, anything,” he growled, descending again with a focused, devastating intent. “Tell me how badly you need to come.”
His lips and teeth grazed her clit, pain and pleasure twisting into something she was rapidly becoming addicted to.
“Oh god, Mateo. I need it. So badly. Please.” His fingers found her entrance and slid in, curling, applying pressure to her walls with a precision that made her wonder wildly what else those hands were capable of.
“That’s a good girl. Let me take care of you. I’ll show you exactly what you want, Gabriella.”
He was learning her, responding to her body’s cues and her various gasps and moans—noises no man had ever elicited from her before—and edging her until she was on the brink of orgasm.
“Yes, god yes …” she breathed, body drawn taut as a wire, playing with her own nipples as he worked her towards the edge. She was almost there, painfully close, the pleasure cresting in great warm waves. “So close.”
And like the devil she thought him to be, he pulled away.
Gabriella cried out. Fresh tears gathered as she reached for him. “No! Wait, what?”
He gripped her wrist, pressing it against his hardened cock and rocked against her hand. “I want you to ride me and come on my cock,tica.”
God, yes she wanted that too but she had been so close. It was hard not to whine to him about it.
“You said you’d take care of me, Mateo.”
“I did. And I plan to, by claiming you and filling you up. You want that don’t you?”
She nodded her head vigorously, willing to admit she would say yes to anything this man demanded of her. “Please Mateo,” she begged, her fingers tightening around the length of him.
“And you beg so prettily. That’s so good. But right now, my focus is to remove every existence of other men from you except the imprint ofmycock. Do you hear me, Gabriella?”
She nodded once more. He watched her with a dark, patient hunger, and when he noticed her frustrated tears beginning to build, his expression shifted—something more humane surfacing through the heat, sudden and genuine. “I’ve got you, Gabriella.” He pulled her hand back to his lips, kissing the knuckles with reverence. “I was afraid that if I didn't stop …” His hesitancy in their shared breath said the rest. She felt his unease, the trembling edge of his restraint, and she understood.
He's holding on by a thread too.The realization softened her.
She smiled up at him, wet-eyed and exasperated and more certain than she'd been of anything in years. “Mateo, I'm frustrated and a little annoyed, but …” she paused and held his gaze. “If you listen and lie down, I’ll ride your cock until you’re begging me to stop.”
His smile lit the entire room, cracking through the darkness like dawn through a canopy, his anxiety dissolving into something open and warm and so purelyhimthat her chest ached. “With an offer like that, who would ever say no?”
He pulled away, stripping off the remainder of his clothes with an efficiency that left her mouth dry, then helped her move to the side before stretching out beneath her. The lantern light painted his body in gold and shadow—the breadth of his tatted chest, the dark trail of hair below his navel, the controlledtension running through every line of him. His cock jutted forward, thick and flushed and far larger than she had seen before. Gabriella's eyes widened.
Right.She swallowed.That is going to be … different.
“Stay still,” she whispered and crawled over him, settling herself above him with a deliberateness that made his jaw clench. He watched her with an arched brow—amused, barely contained—until pleasure overtook his face as she sank onto him.
Oh!The world dissolved. Nothing else existed aside from him inside of her.Oh … my.
“Oh, fuck,” he said through gritted teeth, the muscles in his neck leaping as he clenched his hands into her ass, white-knuckled, the tendons in his forearms standing out in sharp relief. “You feel so perfect. And your needy cunt is weeping all over me. You needed this didn’t you? My cock filling you … stretching you.”
Her eyes rolled back. She could barely speak the “yes” she gasped. The width of him—the full, thick width—stole her breath as she sank down slowly. Her arousal coated him as he stretched her farther than anyone ever had before.
She took a shuddering breath. “I need a moment,” she panted.
“Take all the time you need,tica.”She heard the restraint in his words, especially when her hips began to move in small, unconscious circles, before she made the conscious decision to move at all. The orgasm she'd been denied was already clawing its way back.
“Stay still, don't move,” she breathed, discovering with some delight that she very much enjoyed this particular kind of control—the power of watching him come apart beneath her, his body locked with restraint, his breath ragged, his hands kneading into her cheeks.
She moved up and then down, lowered herself further, took him deeper in, and the tip of his hardened head hit a spot deep within her that shot a jolt down to her curling toes. She gasped at the sudden pleasure and tightened around his shaft. Mateo let out a string of curses, his body taut and flexing, the muscles in his stomach contracting with every shallow rock of her hips.
“Gabriella, please, let me.”
She laughed, breathless, the sound low and wicked in the close warm air. “Where is the bravado of fucking me until I couldn't walk? Or letting me ride you?”