“AGAIN,” MATEO DEMANDS.
“Please! No!” I cry out, shaking my head vehemently. I feel like I’ve been wrung dry of every sensation and any sane thought I’ve ever had in my entire life.
I took a bath earlier, just like Mateo asked me to. And he did bring me breakfast, which I ate with a smile on my face. But after the bath, when I walked into the bedroom, he was waiting for me.
He didn’t even give me a chance to protest. He simply threw me on the bed and dove between my thighs, the exact same spot he’s been for what feels like hours now.
“I…can’t,” I say, struggling to catch my breath.
“You can. And you will. Come for me again, Aria,” he demands before sucking my swollen and extremely sensitive clit into his mouth.
“Oh god!” I scream as I feel the buildup fast approaching deep inside my belly.
“Yes, I am. I’m your fucking god,” he says right before I shatter around his mouth for what feels like the hundredth time since I got out of the bathtub.
I shudder violently, my entire body quaking with the mind-numbing release. I can’t even form a single coherent thought or sentence — hell, not even a single word at this moment.
Mateo keeps softly licking me until I come down from the high. “Do you forgive me, Aria?” he asks before placing a kiss to my mound.
Even though I’ve denied his forgiveness since he first began, now I’m ready to concede. It’s either that or perhaps die from too much pleasure. I swear it feels like my heart is going to give out any second. It’s beating a terrible rhythm inside of my chest. “Yes, yes, yes! I forgive you!” I practically scream.
His tongue teases my slit, and my back bows off the bed. I’m so sensitive down there now. “Are you sure?”
“Yes! Please! Fuck!” I cry out.
“Mmm, I love when you curse. It sounds so filthy coming from your mouth.” He places a kiss on my thigh and then climbs off the bed. He slips out of his suit jacket and shirt. And then he unzips his dress pants, allowing them to fall to the floor along with his boxers. I watch in awe as his erection bobs to his stomach. He looks impossibly hard and long and so thick.
“See something you like?” he asks with a knowing grin as he grips his cock with his large hand and begins stroking his length.
I swear something in my brain short-circuited with all of those orgasms, because all I’m capable of doing is lying there and staring at him, watching him like some sort of creep.
“Have you ever sucked a cock before, Aria?” he asks me.
My eyes meet his as I shake my head no. Mateo hums in satisfaction as his eyes flutter closed for a moment. When he opens them again, there is a fire burning behind their dark depths. “I would love to fuck that virgin mouth of yours too,” he comments.
He’s not demanding I suck his cock. He’s giving me a choice. I could easily tell him no. I could simply sit here and watch him get off.
But I only lie there for a few moments before I crawl over to him like a lost puppy. I suddenly want to feel him inside my mouth. I want to give him the same mind-blowing pleasure he’s been giving me for hours.
He continues to stroke his cock as I lick my lips, staring at him. “Tell me you want to suck my cock, Aria,” he demands.
“I want to suck your cock.”
He closes his eyes for a moment as if he’s savoring my words. “Fuck. You’re such a dirty girl.”
Tentatively, my tongue darts out of my mouth. And when I lick around his perfect, thick crown, Mateo releases an unintelligible curse. His hand grasps the back of my skull, his fingers spearing through my long hair. I lick down the length, the vein on the underside of his hard cock throbbing against my wet tongue.
Mateo’s hand tightens in my hair. “Open your mouth, Aria,” he commands, his voice rough and deep.
I do as he says.
He clicks his tongue in disapproval. “Gonna have to open it wider than that, corazón.”
I open as wide as I can, and then Mateo gently feeds his cock into my mouth.
“Don’t use your teeth,” he says in warning.
I wrap my lips around my teeth as I take as much of his length into my mouth as I can, which isn’t much.
His hips flex as he fucks my mouth slowly, groaning loudly. “Yes, such a good girl,” he praises me. A muscle jumps along his clenched jaw as he stares down at me. He guides his cock in and out of my mouth, controlling the depth and speed. A few times he hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag and my eyes to water. Saliva instantly pools in my mouth, coating his cock and allowing him easier access.
His thumb brushes away a stray tear from my cheek. “Look at me, Aria,” he orders roughly. When my gaze meets his, he tells me, “You look so pretty with my cock stuffed in your mouth.”
His tattooed arm flexes as his grip on my hair tightens. He’s losing control, his hips pistoning erratically as he slides himself between my lips. I place the palms of my hands on his muscular thighs, and they tremble under my touch as he groans loudly.
“Yes, Aria. Please,” he raggedly whispers.
It feels good to have him begging me for pleasure for once. And having this powerful man pleading for something only I can give him makes me feel powerful.
“I’m going to come in your mouth,” he warns before the salty taste of his release hits my tongue. He groans deeply, gutturally. “Swallow me,” he demands as he slowly fucks my mouth.
I swallow quickly, and he hums in approval. And when he pulls his cock out of my mouth, my tongue darts out to lick up every single drop as the last of my sanity flies right out the window. In that moment, I feel like I’ve been fractured into two different people — the old Aria and this new Aria, whom I don’t even recognize anymore.
Mateo bends down, and then his mouth descends on mine. His tongue delves into my mouth, tasting me, tasting himself, possessing me, claiming me. And when he finally pulls back, his dark eyes are filled with an emotion I can’t decipher. Something is changing between us. I can feel it, and I know he feels it too. This is a dangerous, losing game the two of us are playing, and I can only hope that I survive in the end.
