Page 73 of Defending Mateo
Minutes later, she came, screaming his name as pleasure assaulted her seemingly from every angle.
But Mateo didn't stop.
Instead, he slipped two fingers inside her, scissoring them for a moment as he flicked lazy licks against her swollen bud.Then he speared his tongue into her, licking deep as his fingers held her open to him.
Another orgasm built, slower this time, and she rocked her hips against his tongue as it grew. It started low in her belly, a languid tingle, then it began to spread, until it consumed her, and when he closed his lips around her bud and sucked hard, his fingers still inside her, curled to hit that magic spot, she fell apart for a second time.
But Mateo still didn't stop, even as she began to float back down from her high.
“Can't come again,” she whimpered, trying to close her legs but unable to because he was still between them.
“Oh, baby, you're coming again,” he said with a dark chuckle as he looked up at her.
Was there a more erotic sight than the dark head of the man she loved between her legs, his lips glistening with the evidence of the pleasure he’d given her?
“I can't,” she protested, already knowing it would do no good. If Mateo was determined to give her orgasm after orgasm, then that’s what he’d do, even if he had to tie her in place so she couldn’t escape. The thought filled her with another burst of need, and she moaned.
Which Mateo apparently took as a signal to get back to work.
Lips sealed around her bundle of nerves, this time, he delivered the softest of caresses with the tip of his tongue. Featherlight, so gentle, that it made the pleasure build even slower. Ally’s hips rocked without any conscious thought, as he edged her closer and closer to the precipice.
No matter how much she pressed against his lips, Mateo wouldn't pick up the pace, and it wasn't enough to push her over the edge.
“Mateo, more,” she whined.
“Thought you didn't want to come again, little mouse,” he teased.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, straining to find the lips that had left her hanging.
Chuckling, the sound vibrating through his mouth when he took her bud into his heat again, she whimpered. Those excruciatingly slow licks returned, working her into a frenzy. Her fingers curled into the bedding, her head thrashed on the pillow, every muscle in her body strained to reach the end.
When his teeth scraped across her sensitive bud, the orgasm hit without warning. Tossing her into another universe where nothing existed but pleasure.
“One more, baby, then I'm coming inside you,” Mateo said, doubling down on his efforts to give her another orgasm before the first one completely faded. This time, he didn't hold back, licking at her fervently, suckling hard, using his fingers to pump in and out of her, and when she came it was with tears, as the fourth orgasm in mere minutes almost stole her breath.
Then he was shoving inside her, so big and thick and perfect, filling her, and she groaned as sensations rippled through her already wrung-out body. This wasn't soft and gentle love-making, it was raw, primal, and powerful. Mateo thrust in and out of her, using her body the way she loved, as though it belonged to him. He seemed to swell inside her, getting almost impossibly big, and when he reached between them, took her bundle of nerves between his fingers, and tugged on it, she came with a scream at the same time that he did.
Nothing was better than coming together, and she clung to him, wrapping her arms and legs around him as the orgasm crashed through her, stealing the last of her energy.
An annoying buzzing sound almost ruined the moment.
“Sorry, little mouse, it’s Falcon. Probably about Azure, so I’d better take it. Are you good with that?”
Wanting to know what was going on with the trafficking ring that had almost torn them apart, she nodded her consent.
Lowering his weight so it was pressing gently into her, making her feel cocooned in safety, Mateo stayed buried inside her as he reached for the phone.
She prayed it was news that the trafficking ring was done, that whoever was still undercover there had found what they needed to destroy it.
“You're on speaker,” Mateo told Falcon as he accepted the call.
“Sorry to interrupt, but I thought you'd want to know, I got a call. Azure is scrambling to find a new location after what happened. They think you're dead, but they’re worried that someone will tie the shopping mall crash to them, so they’ve packed up, sold off the women they had, and they’re preparing to pick up a whole new batch today. You going off the rails is pushing them to make changes they're not prepared for, and Van is confident that it’s going to lead to mistakes he can use to finally get the names we need to shut them down for good.”
Van was one of the other undercover operatives? Ally never would have guessed that in a million years. The man was cold, empty, and darkness clung to him like a second skin. But hopefully, he was good enough at his job that he could bring the ring tumbling down.
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