Lib Novel Page 109
“Yeah. Totally. Who does this? How hard is it just to give me your cock like a good boy?” Matteo is right beside me, lifting my hand back to his mouth and then wraps his hand over mine but once again, my every ounce of blood is in my neglected vagina so I can’t comprehend what he’s doing. “And here I thought you were the one eager to do this part. Running out of the hospital like that. Who does this?” I cry out again, but he is just sitting there, holding my hand in his and smiling like a child in Target’s toy section.
“What are you smiling at?” I say in a low, snarky voice.
Matteo bites his lip, those eyes glistening as he lowers them to my left hand and my rant stops just like that. Along with my heart.
There is a ring on my finger. A beautiful, intricate ring with a gold band covered in delicate swirls and engravings and a large, oval moonstone on top of it.
“I didn’t believe there would ever be a day in my life I wanted to see this ring on anyone’s finger.” He lifts his eyes up to mine. “Until I saw you in the delivery room with tiny Mellie on your chest.”
“Matteo,” I breathe out, lifting it to see it better. “It’s so beautiful.”
“It was my mother’s. Dad made it himself and told me that one day, when I meet the one who knocks the wind out of my chest, setting the world right, this ring will belong to her. I wasn’t going to wait another minute to slip it on your finger,” he says and cups my face he kisses me.
First, gently with tenderness, but that’s never been us, and it turns raw and feral in seconds with Matteo climbing over me, his thick, hard cock resting in between my legs as my hips buck, looking for that connection to him. Now more than ever.
Matteo’s hands reach out to mine, entwining our fingers together as his lips lower, devouring my neck. Sucking and biting on it and his cock pushes inside me.
Hard. Fast. All the way to the hilt.
Sheathing himself into my tight pussy that screams in a tiny protest mixed with pleasure. It’s been so long since I’ve felt him. Since the best night of my life. The one I was keeping in my mind as a fevered dream without a single thought of it becoming my future.
“God, you are so fucking tight,” he groans, holding himself inside me.
This. This connection between us. It’s stronger than words. It’s more than carnal needs.
It’s everything.
“Move, Matteo. Please move. Fuck me. Love me. Own me.” With a low growl, he does just that, pulling out nearly all the way and slamming back in while all I can do is moan and call out his name.
“What? That was enough romanticism for you? Does my fiancée want to be fucked like my own whore?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant and that sets him off.
Matteo flips us, with me on top of him and impales me on his cock again. “Oh, God,” I whisper, feeling him up in my soul.
“I wanted to fuck you from the back. Wanted to see that ass as I stretch your pussy with my cock, but I thought this would be more romantic. Seeing as it’s our engagement fuck.”
“Aren’t you the gentleman.”
“Hold that thought.” His hands squeeze firmly around my hips, to the point of pain that walks right on the edge of delirious pleasure. Using the hold on me he lifts me up and down, setting ruthless pace and fucking me hard from the bottom and all I can do is claw my fingers into his chest, holding tight.
“So, so good.” My head falls back as I feel the first tendrils of my climax taking root.
Matteo’s hands vanish from my hips as he lifts himself up, meeting me and wraps his mouth around my nipple, sucking the milk out greedily as he keeps fucking me and I feel his cock grow thicker, pushing against my walls. And then there’s a sharp slap across my ass. The kind I will bear a mark from for days and I know I’m done for it.
There is no stopping it. I feel that wave crashing over me as it sets me, my whole world blurring when I come harder than I ever had and with a long grunt Matteo follows right after me.
Sweaty, panting and hot we fall to the bed, lying next to each other without talking for a few minutes.
“I just fucked my fiancée for the first time. This feels monumental,” he says through harsh, labored breathing, and all I can do is just laugh.
“You are ridiculous.” I shake my head at him, still catching my breath and then crawl atop his body, his cum still leaking out of me. Now coating his still hard cock. “But I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”
“Yeah?” His mouth curves up as his hand draws across my back.
“Yeah. I’m kind of crazy about your ridiculousness.” I bend down, pressing a kiss to his waiting mouth.
“Okay, I know I should be saying something sweet right now, but my brain is glitching.” He gives me this cute, wild stare and then whisper-yells. “There is both of our cum all over my cock and it’s so fucking hot it’s driving me insane. So store that thought, we will get back to it.”