Tame the Beast : Small Beach Town, Single Mom Romance

“I don’t know, Beastie.”

She looks up, “Kiss me, Matteo.”

“What?” Did she just really say that?

“You wanted me to beg, here I am, Matteo. I’m begging you to kiss me.”

Maybe someday in the future I will take my sweet time making her beg for my lips, then my fingers and finally, my cock. But today is not that day.

The second the words are out of her mouth, my mouth is on hers, swallowing the gasp she releases. One of my hands goes to her small, slender neck, wrapping it so I can feel the wild pulse beating against my fingers. My second arm goes to that sweet, lace covered ass and I dig my fingers deep into her flesh like I have craved to do.

Zoe jumps at my rough touch but doesn’t pull away. No, my girl fists my shirt, dragging me into her body as close as she can while shamelessly moaning and rubbing herself against me. But I have a feeling even if she were painted over my skin, that would not have been enough.

At least for me.

At this point, I’m not sure we are capable of sweet and cute kisses, because every time our lips crush against each other, they engage in a war. Raw, bloody and power-hungry. Each stroke of her tongue against mine sends a zap through my blood and I find myself biting her lower lip, dragging it into my mouth and sucking on it like my personal lollipop.

More. I want—no, need—more. So, I grab her by the waist and prop her on the counter behind her. Zoe’s head falls back, and I follow her into it, looming over her as I breath in each of her breaths, wrapping her silky blonde hair tightly around my hand until she hisses at the pressure.

More. I need more. I’m so fucking hungry for this woman; I can no longer think rationally.

I then slide my lips lower, kissing and biting her chin, soothing the stings with my tongue and I keep going down her neck, leaving my marks over her soft, pale skin. I drag my tongue over her collarbone and feel Zoe’s body shuddering at my touch, digging her fingers into my shoulders.

Just then, something wet presses against my shirt and I pull away to see what it is.

“S-sorry,” Zoe pants, looking down to her soaked shirt. “I told you I was very full.”

“Does it hurt?” I ask her and she nods.

I don’t think. I don’t consider whether it’s right or not, all I know is I need to soothe her pain, so I grip her shirt and pull it down with such force, the flimsy thing rips straight through the middle with Zoe letting out a small yelp. Her thin, cotton bra shares the same fate, and I am stuck looking at the most gorgeous set of tits.

They are so much more fuller now than they were the last time I saw her, beads of her milk oozing out of her dark pink, hard nipples. My mouth waters at the thought of having them inside my mouth. Of tasting her on my tongue.

“Matteo, what are y—” I don’t let her finish her question when I lower my head, grabbing a handful of both of her tits in my hands and wrap my lips around her nipple and she falls back with a moan, propping herself on her arms.

Immediately, the sweetest taste fills my mouth, her milk flooding my mouth as I greedily suck on her nipple while my other hand squeezes her other breast and that precious liquid covers my hand, flowing down my wrist.

Fuck, I don’t think I have ever been this fucking hard and there is no stopping the moans that come from me as I devour her tits. I’m throbbing and sure as fuck leaking in my pants.

“M-Matteo,” Zoe pants, her voice barely audible. “Please, please…” I’m not sure what is she pleading for but a second later I get my answer when I switch to her other nipple, licking over the pointed tip with the flat of my tongue and she drags her fingers into my hair, slipping the hair tie off my loose bun and wraps her little fists around it. Dragging me closer to her breasts until my face is firmly buried in her, and it’s only by sheer will and a fuck ton of luck that I don’t explode and paint my pants with my cum right there and then.

Zoe’s hips are moving frantically, seeking any kind of pressure and I slide my hand lower, cupping her pussy over the soaked panties and she lets out a guttural moan, rubbing herself over my hand.

I go to pull her panties off when her hand shoots out, stopping me and I break away from her milky tits to see what happened. Does she not want to go further?

“You can’t,” she whispers, her eyes hooded. “Not yet. We can’t go there for another two weeks.”

“Two weeks?”

How the fuck am I supposed to survive another two weeks?

“Baby, you are killing me,” I groan, tipping my head forward and burying it in between her tits, my hand still over her pussy. “But I can touch you?”

“Please do,” she almost cries out, and I don’t need anything else to press my thumb to her clit over the thin lace and rub her little nub. “Matteo?”

“Yeah?”

“I need your mouth on my tits, baby. Right this fucking second.”