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I want to beg him to stop or give me more. Except words are too hard to form. My knees give out. Matteo never misses a beat, following me down to the bed, keeping me spread wide for his mouth. I can’t stop my body from pushing back to his tongue for more.

I’m fighting not to scream in outrage when his mouth is gone. A rough smack yanks air from my lungs. Once, twice, three, four—oh god.

Burying my face in the comforter. I’m wondering if I managed to come already when I feel it. Oh, the cool, soft jelly feeling of the small dildo pressing into my ass.

“Don’t tense up, baby. You’re doing so good.” He croons low in his chest.

I exhale slowly. Oh, ouch, it stings. I fight against the tension at the pain. I’m a good girl. I asked for this. I want this. Once I have this, I can have all of him in every inch of my body.

“And it’s in. Good girl.” A hand trails up my spine from my ass to my neck. His big hand closes around my neck and brings my head up. “Talk to me, baby.”

“It’s good. But I want your cock, not plastic.” I whimper.

“You’ll get it.” He promises. Gently, he rolls me onto my back. Then he comes down over me. I’m boneless and weak as his mouth covers my breast.

He suckles deep. “I can’t wait until our baby is at your breast.”

“You’ll share my breasts with him?”

A hand traces over my stomach. “It won’t be easy, but yes.”

“You’re such a good daddy.” I tease him. Oh, he bares his teeth and tugs on my nipple.

Sucking deep to soothe, I’m lost in what his mouth is doing to me. A hand comes up and is shaping and rolling my other breast. And all words disappear.

I love the way he loves my breast. Sucking deep, teasing with his teeth. In minutes, he’s pulling all the air from my lungs at what he’s doing to me. At times, it’s like he adores my breasts. His tongue gentle and mouth sweet. Only for me to wonder if he’s angry. Torturing me with his teeth—sucking until I wonder if he’ll take my skin off.

Two fingers find my weeping center and sweeps over my clitoris at the same time he sucks hard. I shatter into my climax, breaking apart into jagged little pieces.

I’m still shuddering when I feel his mouth at my swollen clit. No, it’s too much.

Matteo is hungry, his tongue everywhere, sweeping inside and owning me. His moans of pleasure vibrate up my spine and to where the plug is buried inside me.

Oh god, he’s tugging at the plug. I clench tight to keep it inside. Only for me to realize he’s not trying to take it out—he’s just trying to drive me out of my mind.

I can’t breathe. This man is trying to kill me. Between the plug he’s constantly moving inside me and his tongue—I can’t fucking breathe.

Finally, his mouth moves over my clit, and sucks at the same time he pushes the plug as deep as he can.

Hitting the waves with a bone-shattering crash, I fight to stay above the water. From far away, I feel him taking out the plug. Opening my eyes, I watch him coat his cock with the lube.

Gold runs over me. “I wish like fuck I could take a picture of you just like this. So beautiful, your body soft and glowing from your orgasm. But if anyone were to see you like this, I might have to rip their eyes from their sockets.”

The sweet words, followed by the too-soft promise of violence, sends a shiver through me. I don’t doubt him for a moment. I’m truly messed up for loving it.

He’s at my back. One hand pulling my cheeks apart. There is no tension in my entire body to fight the hot, silky length of steel entering me. Hot, so hot. I close my eyes in a bid to savor the moment.

“Eyes open and on me, baby. I need to see your eyes.” Matteo growls.

My eyes fly open to meet his. This beautiful man owns my body and soul—and I own him.

I watch as sweat forms along his brow. Slowly, he presses deeper, deeper. I gasp at the pain. Looking down, I’m shocked there are still several inches to go.

“You should see it. I’m so proud of you. You’re taking almost the whole thing. Such a good girl you are. That’s it.”

The glow from his praise hits me in the chest and spreads throughout my tingling body. He lowers his mouth to my breast, sucking at the swollen nipple. Oh god, I feel him press deeper. No, it hurts. Ouch.

His mouth is on mine as he begins moving, only fucking me with the inches he’s been able to get inside me. Oh, oh that feels good.