Tame the Beast : Small Beach Town, Single Mom Romance

“I’ve been practicing my whole life for you,” he says, and I roll my eyes.

“Sure, you were.”

Matteo shuts me up with another kiss, dragging his hand over my bare breasts, giving it just the lightest of squeezes until I moan into his mouth, needing more. I feel his hand sliding lower, all the way to my panties, tracing lazy circles over the damp, useless lace and I can’t help rocking my hips into his touch.

Right on the edge. Right on the precipice of my orgasm but before I can reach that heaven, Matteo pushes up, hooking both of his index fingers into my panties and sliding them off, leaving me completely bare to his eyes and all air wooshes out of me as his eyes roam my body.

I’m not an oblivious idiot, I know there are new stretch marks across my stomach and hips, along with a few extra pounds here and there and my stomach is a far cry from flat.

“I don’t look the same as the last time you saw me naked,” I confess, feeling the need to pull one of these blankets over my body.

“You’re right,” Matteo says, lifting his eyes to mine. “You’re even better now.”

I lay there, gaping at the man while opening and closing my mouth, trying to find the right words to say but all that comes out is, “You’re either insane, blind or a liar.”

“Actually, all three,” he says, shucking his shorts off to the side, leaving him only in very tight boxer briefs, and I choke on a whimper trying to climb its way out of my pussy.

Jesus Christ, this man is a work of art and he’s on his hands and knees, crawling over my trembling body.

“I was a liar, telling myself I don’t need to be stuck to one woman for the rest of my life.” Matteo lands a kiss to the tips of my toes, crawling up higher as my heart beats out of my chest. “I am very, completely, utterly blind to all other women around me.” His hot, wet lips land on my inner thigh. “And last but not least, I will forever be insane for you.” A kiss on my stomach. “For your body.” A kiss just underneath my breasts. “For your heart.” His mouth wraps around my nipple, and I moan. “For your every breath and moan, my sunshine with claws.”

“Matteo.” His name is a plea on my lips.

“Shh, I’ll give you everything you’ll ever need.” And he does just that, sucking my hard nipple into his mouth, drawing out my milk as he groans around me while his other hand has a possessive hold on my pussy, cupping it as the heel of his hand rubs against my sensitive clit.

My fingernails dig into his hair, shoulders, sheets around me and anything else I can reach while he ravishes my breasts. Sucking, licking, biting and it all drives me to the brink of my sanity, but once again before I can tip over into the climax land, Matteo stops, and I whine in protest, however it’s short lived because the next second I feel his mouth on my pussy. And my eyes fly open.

“Matteo, we can’t.” I try to stop him, but he hooks his arms around my thighs, pressing his mouth closer to my core.

“But we can. I looked it up.”

“You looked up when you can eat my pussy?”

“Yep, exactly like that.”

I drop my head back to the bed. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Because you already know how crazy I am for you and if my cock can’t have the pleasure of sinking into you yet, then my tongue sure as fuck will,” he says and using the two of his fingers he spreads me open, baring me to himself and without breaking contact with my eyes he draws the tip of his tongue over my clit.

I jump, my whole body getting jolted from that one swipe as Matteo sends out a loud groan. “Fuck, I missed your pussy. And it just as sweet as I remember.” With me still spread open he gives it another long lick, flattening his tongue over me. “Should I stop?”

I lift my head up a tad, just enough to send a death glare his way. “Don’t you fucking dare,” I grit through my teeth, and he sends me a smirk.

“No, I won’t fucking dare to cross my fierce sunshine.” But he doesn’t put his mouth back on me. No, he decides to fry my brain completely because he leans back slightly, sticks out his tongue with a bead of his saliva at the tip, and I watch, mesmerized, as it rolls off his tongue and drops on my pussy. The extra wetness sliding down my slit and he brings the pad of his thumb to my clit, massaging his saliva into me, and spits some more.

Fuck…why is that so hot?

I think I’m going to combust. My tits aching for him, the milk flowing out and onto the sheets while my stomach clenches from his ministrations on my pussy. Just one more touch and I will come so hard, I can feel it simmering right there on the edge.

“Look at you covered in my spit,” he says with awe, his eyes locked in on my pussy with his finger there and his mouth slightly agape from the sight. “I can’t wait to cover you in my cum. How gorgeous you will look with it seeping from your every hole.”

Unconsciously, I arch my back, needing more of him. Needing him to feel what he is doing to me.

“Give it to me,” I tell him, and his eyes fly up to mine, those brown pools full of wild, dangerous fire.

“You want my cum, baby?” He cups my pussy hard and I press myself into his hold, panting.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, not recognizing my own voice.