Tame the Beast : Small Beach Town, Single Mom Romance

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Zoe

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” – Emily Brontë

This might be the fastest car ride of my life because Matteo is flying through the suddenly empty streets when usually they are full of locals and tourists alike. His hands are gripping the steering wheel as if his life depends on it.

This kind of Matteo is my undoing. His raw desire for me is my kryptonite and my pussy throbs more and more with each second. When I go to slip my hand underneath the gown to touch myself Matteo barks out, “Don’t even think about it.”

“But I need it, baby,” I whine, and he shoots me a look.

“Good. Keep your pussy nice and wet for me, cover your thighs with your juices that I will be licking off you the second we get home. But don’t you dare touch her.”

Usually, I would love to taunt him, but I know better than to tease my hungry beast. So, I bite down on my lip and pray he drives even faster.

The second he parks the car, my door is flung open, my body in his arms again as he carries me inside, no longer caring who I’m flashing with my near nudity around here. But now we’re back in our loft, in our space.

Just him and I.

Our lips seal together as our hands tear at each other’s clothes.

“I don’t know where to start,” Matteo mumbles into my mouth since he won’t stop kissing me long enough to pull away and say the words.

His hands are everywhere, roaming over my body clad in that hideous hospital gown.

“Start anywhere, everywhere. Just…please,” I beg him, and Matteo lowers me to the make-shift bed we have and trails kisses mixed with bites over my body.

His soft lips everywhere, just like I asked while my fingers treaded through his hair, over his broad shoulders, digging into his strong flesh.

Matteo brings his face up in between my tits, his hands holding me on the sides with his fingers brushing underneath my breasts and inhales the scent of my skin. Leaving a trail of goosebumps over it.

“God, you are so perfect. You are my air, Zoe.” His breaths fans over my razor-sharp nipples, and my body arches in an invitation. “I love you,” he whispers into my skin, and I clutch his hair stronger. “My mouth loves you. My cock loves you.”

“I-I love you too. All of you. All of it.” I’m panting.

“Tell me how much you want me to fuck you. How much you’ve thought about it.”

“So very, very much,” I whine. “Please.” The ache between my legs is almost unbearable.

Matteo pulls himself up, sitting on his knees and brings the leaking tip of his huge cock to my pussy. “You are the first and only woman to have me bare. I won’t stand to have anything in between us. Ever.” He rubs himself over my entrance, making me delirious with every circle he makes, spreading his precum over my lips.

“Matteo!” I groan, clawing at his arms to come closer, deeper and he pushes inside. Just a little bit. Just the tip, yet both of us are breathing raggedly and Matteo’s eyes are shut closed while he’s murmuring curses about how tight I am and how I will be the end of him.

With just the tip in, I’m ready to come, my skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. I am ready to burst out of my skin for this man.

“You feel too good. I can’t.”

“Matteo, you better move. You better give me all of you.”

“Marry me, Zoe Holstead,” he says, sending me in a fit of giggles.

“I’ll do anything, just fuck me, please.”

Matteo snaps his eyes to mine. “I’m serious.”