Matteo’s smile darkened. “Already eager for cock again, my insatiable fury?”
I glared but couldn’t say anything because he kept fucking my mouth.
“Having my cock down your throat has so many perks,” he teased.
I graced him with my teeth in warning, and he groaned deeply. “God, fuck. Gianna, you are the blow job queen.”
I cupped his balls with one hand while my other slid the vibrator in and out of me. I moaned around Matteo’s cock and could feel his balls tighten. He slammed into me a few more times before he pulled back.
I grinned wickedly up at him as his body jerked, his eyes darkening with lust and his cum shot out of his cock and all over my throat and chest. My own release crashed down on me and I arched, moaning. Matteo watched me hungrily as I kept pumping the dildo in and out of my pussy.
I let myself fall backward, the dildo still buried inside of me but no longer turned on. Matteo took a few paper towels from the nightstand and held them out to me. I took them. “You always make such a mess,” I teased as I rubbed myself clean.
A dangerous smile curled Matteo’s lips. “Do I?” He sank down beside me and gripped the base of the dildo and turned it on. I was oversensitive so I twitched.
Reaching for Matteo’s hand, I tried to get him to turn off the dildo again. “Matteo,” I gasped. “Stop it.”
He gripped my wrists and shoved them onto the bed above my head. My struggling was useless, he was too strong so I didn’t bother.
Instead I narrowed my eyes at him. “Stop torturing me!” I said, then moaned as he turned the vibrations up another notch. I was on sensory overload but Matteo was relentless.
His expression was hungry and dark as he watched his hand guide the dildo in and out of me. He was a hunter on a trail. “You have the prettiest pussy ever, baby.”
I opened my mouth for a snappy comment but he pulled the dildo out of me and held the vibrating tip against my clit.
I gasped, my eyes rolling back. “You’re wasting your time, I won’t come again.”
That was of course the wrong thing to say. Matteo loved a good challenge, which was why we were married at all.
His answering grin was shark-like and a new wave of arousal pooled between my legs. This man was too sexy for words, problem was he was too aware of it.
“Challenge accepted,” Matteo growled. “How about three more orgasms?”
I snorted. “Good luck.”
He chuckled but then his expression turned intent, predatory. The hunt had begun. Fuck.
Matteo
Gianna’s face flashed with desire. She was fucking eager for those orgasms. I released her wrists and she put her hands flat on the bed, surrendering.
I pulled the pink dildo away from her clit and parted her legs farther. That pink pussy was too fucking pretty. I lowered the vibrations to a soft hum and traced the tip of the device slowly over her outer lips. I circled Gianna’s pretty folds like that for a few minutes until her breathing was deep and she was glistening with arousal, then I turned the vibrations up and held the tip to her opening.
She moaned. “Oh God, fuck. Matteo.”
I smirked, then slowly ran the dildo up along her crease but stopped before it reached her little nub before I returned to her opening. I repeated that over and over again until Gianna was writhing and moaning, begging for release. My own cock was already hard again, watching her take pleasure like that. Slowly I slid half of the dildo into her pussy and Gianna began quivering. She was close.
“Ready for one of three?” I asked.
“Yes,” she gasped out.
I crept down her body and bent over her pussy, watching the dildo half buried in her. “Fuck. I think I’m jealous of that pink atrocity.”
Gianna huffed but it was breathless and needy.
I turned up the vibrator to full speed and sucked her clit at the same time and Gianna exploded. She cried out, gripped my hair, tugged, bucked her hips.
I pulled the dildo out and dipped my tongue into her. “You’re always my taste of the month.”
She laughed. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
“Fuck, yes,” I rasped as I lapped at her, then I pushed up to my arm.
She shook her head. “Sometimes you sound like a madman.”
I grinned. “Only sometimes? Then I must be losing my charm.”
Gianna rolled her eyes but her smile was warm and my own heart swelled with love for her. “Are you ready for two of three?” I asked.
She sighed, half exhausted, half resigned. “Probably not, but you don’t care, right?”
“Right,” I said in a low voice as I kissed her. “How about you take my cock up that pretty pussy now?”