UNHOLY DESIRE

DEIRDRE POV

I was sober and extremely aware of all that was going on. From the moment Matteo had shoved the water down my throat till when I had willingly sucked him off, and now, fuck.

His hot breath inside my inner thigh made my pussy cry. I felt moisture gathering in between my thighs, and my pelvic walls clenched involuntarily.

“You don’t know how good that feels, Matteo,” I gripped his hair as he continued to breathe inside of me.

“Then I’ll make you feel better,” Matteo rasped, kissing my thigh, leaving hot, tantalizing desire in its wake.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

He moved up, trailing kisses, till he was at the very core of my pleasure.

The place where I needed him most.

He blew air into it, and I shuddered, moaning out his name.

“Oh god, Matteo,” I gripped the bedsheets as I arched my back, trying to control the sensations.

Matteo gripped my thighs, forcing them open wider, and I felt his mouth on my pussy.

Fuck!

I cried out as he suckled on the sensitive bud, and I felt myself lose all control.

Matteo sheathed two fingers in my throbbing pussy, pushing in and out of me slowly.

“You’re so fucking tight, Principessa.” His breath was coming in fast and furious.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot. You’re soaking my fingers,” he grunted as he pushed a third finger in.

I threw my head back, gasping. The pain was a welcome relief.

“Yes, give me that pain. Make it hurt, Matteo.”

His lips found the swollen bud of my clitoris. His tongue flicked at the nub. He began sucking, making my pelvis thrust up into his face as he fucked me with his fingers.

He took his fingers from my pussy, licking them as if savouring the taste.

“God, you’re perfect,” his eyes darkened with lust as his tongue continued to torture me, pushing me further and further to the edge.

“Come for me, baby,” his husky voice sent shivers down my spine as his fingers dug deeper into my thigh.

“Oh my god,” I screamed, coming all over his face.

He pulled away, his mouth glistening with my juice.

“You’re still dressed,” I complained, wanting to see more of him.

“Let’s take care of that then, shall we?” he grinned.

He pulled off his shirt, unzipping his pants. His hard cock, stood upright, and he pumped his hands up and down, stroking his length, his eyes never leaving mine.

I wanted him.

I wanted him to fuck me.

“Are you ready, Deirdre? Are you ready to take my dick, deep inside your little cunt?” he asked, his eyes boring into mine.

“Yes, yes, please,” I pleaded.

Matteo pushed me on my back.

I felt his hot flesh against mine.

“Put me inside of you,” he rasped.

I grasped his hard, thick dick, rubbing it against my folds as he teased me with the head.

“Put my dick inside of you, Deirdre. Beg for it. Tell me you want my dick,” he demanded, his voice full of lust.

“I want you,” I gasped as his dickhead entered me.

“Say it. Say, I want your dick,” he said as his cock slid another inch.

“I want your dick. Give it to me,” I begged.

“As you wish, darling.”

He thrust his entire length inside of me, filling me, stretching me.

He felt so good.

His thickness, his length, his girth, every fucking thing.

Matteo gritted his teeth as he withdrew and thrust back in again.

I wrapped my legs around him, digging my nails in his shoulders as his hips pistoned, thrusting his length deep inside of me, making me cry out.

“You’re a fucking goddess, Deirdre.”

He kissed me as he pound into me. His tongue mirrored the rhythm of his thrusts while his dick hit my G-spot, making me gasp in pleasure.

“Yes, baby, oh, oh, oh, ah, oh.” My cries came faster and louder. My hips met his thrusts.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he rasped as I felt his dick swell inside of me.

His fingers dug deeper into my thigh.

I knew it would have a mark later, but I didn’t care.

I was lost in the throes of passion as he pounded inside of me, his eyes never leaving mine, and I held on to him as if for dear life.

“I’m gonna come,” I said, gasping.

“Come for me,” he ordered as his hips slammed against me.

I felt his warmth spread through me as he thrust one last time, spilling his seed, his orgasm rocking through his body, and his weight collapsed on me.

His dick was still buried inside of me.

He rested his forehead against mine, his eyes still locked with mine.

“You’re beautiful, Bambolina. I hope you know that,” he said, kissing my neck and nuzzling my breasts.

If there was one thing about Matteo, he always made me feel beautiful. Despite hearing him say it all the time, it ignited the same feelings of warmth and pleasure in me.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I joked.

“Mmm,” he groaned as his tongue swirled around my nipple, teasing the tip until it became a hard pebble.

“Round 2?” I asked, giggling.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he smiled as he withdrew his softening dick from my soaking wet pussy.

I felt empty without him.

“I missed this. I missed us,” he said, his eyes boring into mine. “I missed seeing your face each morning before I wake and when I come awake.”

I wanted to believe him.

I really did.

But I knew better.

“No more talking. Kiss me,” I whispered.

And he did.

And we lost ourselves in the throes of passion once more.