Page 130 of Brutal Revenge

I want to feel Matteo inside me again. I want to feel the way his cock flexes when I give him lip, and the squirts of his cum when the tension becomes too much to bear.

I want him.

And I will have him.

“Azra…” Matteo growls in warning when I slip down his body.

Just like earlier, his threat holds no steam. He wants this as badly as I do. The girth of his manhood when I guide it toward my opening signifies this, not to mention the throb of the corded veins in his neck when I pierce the crown through the wetness.

“Wait,” Matteo shouts.

“I’m on birth control,” I assure him, confident that’s why he’s requesting I stop.

He proves me wrong. “It’s not that. You’re not wet enough yet.”

Iha!him.“I’m drenched. I can’t possibly get any wetter.”

A challenging glint darts through his eyes. “Wanna bet?”

He watches me with hungry, wanton eyes before he floods my pussy with streams of sticky residue. My limbs shake as beads of his cum add to the wetness between my legs.

“Fucking knew it,” he murmurs more to himself than me, his voice raspy with ecstasy. “I knew your face alone could make me come.”

Too overwhelmed to continue swimming through the madness swamping me, I pull my legs out from beneath me, taking him to the root.

Matteo curses as his hands shoot out to seize my hips.

“Fuck,la mia tigrotta.”

I gasp as my body fights to accommodate him.

It hurts. A lot. But it also feels good.

“Relax for me. We don’t need to move yet,” Matteo says when I attempt to slide off him.

Ignoring him, I rise until the tip of his cock almost slips out, and then I slam back down.

“Jesus Christ.” He wires his jaw so tight I can’t be sure that’s what he says. “I should have known you’d be a connoisseur of pain.” When I rise above him again, he frees a handful more inches by adjusting the tilt of his hips, then looks at me. “Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be cautious, though. I’d rather have you unable to walk for a week with aching, sexually satiated muscles than an unusable, busted up cunt.”

With his hand fisting his cock so I can’t take the last four inches, he jerks up his chin, permitting me to move. “Go slow. Then, once you’re acclimated to me, you can go as fast as you want.”

I take small, shallow breaths as I sink down. I’m so full, and the sensation triples when Matteo flexes his cock in appreciation of my slower approach.

“Good girl.” He works his jaw side to side, his fingers digging into my hip as he grinds out, “You’re so fucking tight.”

“Am I hurting you?”

His chuckles vibrate through his cock. “No. But I wouldn’t care if you were.” He lifts his ass off the mattress, pushing in deeper. “You feel good. So fucking good. I’m just struggling like fuck not to slam home and make you mine.”

“Why?” That’s precisely what I want. I want to be his. “Is that not what you want?”

“I’ve never wanted something more.”

Leaning over, I capture his lip between my teeth. I give it a playful tug and shiver when the tangy aroma of blood fills my nostrils. “Then do that. Make me yours.”

“Azra…”

I skim my mouth across his jaw before I suckle the tattooed skin onhis neck. I suck hard enough to mark him, and for his dick to release squirts of pre-cum inside me.