Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 135364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
"You're taking too long," I shoot back.
He chuckles darkly and then, with one swift movement, shoves his jeans down and off, tossing them aside.
My eyes drop to the prominent bulge straining against the thin material of his underwear, and I watch intently as Matteo runs a hand over himself, groaning softly as I bite my bottom lip.
"Better?" he asks, voice like gravel.
"Getting there," I whisper.
He shifts closer so that he’s leaning over me again, the heat radiating from his skin wrapping around me like a blanket.
My hand moves with a mind of its own as I trail my fingers over the defined ridges of his abs, feeling the tremble beneath my touch.
His breath stutters as I slide my hand lower, and when I brush against his length, he curses under his breath.
With a growl of frustration and desire, Matteo leans down, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss. His tongue sweeps against mine, and I moan into the kiss, arching against him.
He grips my thigh and hooks it around his waist, grinding against me with a delicious, aching friction that has us both gasping, our underwear now the only barrier between us.
"Tell me what you want," he whispers against my lips, voice thick and strained.
"You," I breathe. "I want you, Matteo. Now."
With a swift, practiced motion, he reaches for the waistband of his underwear and begins to pull them down. I move for my panties in order to do the same, though he pauses just as he’s kicked the material away, a wicked smirk spreading across his face.
"You’re not going to write about any of this in your next article, are you?” he asks, breathless but teasing. “‘Footballer Matteo Rossi Scores Off the Pitch’?"
I let out a surprised laugh, my chest heaving.
"Tempting," I tease, running my fingers over his taut abdomen. "But I doubt my editor would go for it."
"Hmm," he murmurs, eyes glinting with mischief. "Shame. I think it would get a lot of clicks."
"Shut up and kiss me, Rossi," I demand.
He happily obliges.
Once my panties are finally off and tossed away along with the rest of our clothing, Matteo lines himself up against my entrance. The head of his cock pushes ever so slightly inside -
And then he stops.
I’m just about to open my mouth to protest when he cuts me off.
“Turn around.”
Oh.
I don’t hesitate to follow the instruction, rolling onto my stomach and then moving so that I’m resting on my knees. Matteo’s hands rest on my hips as he helps to pull me up into position, and he curses under his breath as I place my palms against the headboard, gripping it tightly as I angle my hips and thighs so that I’m fully presenting myself to him.
His large hands wander over my ass, and the contact pulls a soft sight from my throat. He’s seen me naked, sure, but never quite like this; and it feels so intimate to be exposed to him from this angle.
I turn my head over my shoulder so that I can look over at him, and my pussy clenches around nothing at the sound of another low groan tumbling from his throat as both of his hands move to squeeze at the flesh of my ass cheeks. My eyelids flutter slightly, but I resist the overwhelming urge to close them as I watch him admire me like this.
One of his hands moves down from my ass to trail over my pussy, and I know he must feel how ready I am to take him.
Seeming to agree, Matteo moves so that he’s up on his knees himself and positions his hard cock against my entrance. My eyes finally squeeze to a close as he pushes himself deep inside me from behind, pausing to give me a moment to adjust to him from this new, unfamiliar angle.
But when he slowly begins to pull himself out only to thrust firmly back in - right to the hilt - I find that I’m no longer able to watch him over my shoulder.
Instead, I let my head drop down, my hair flowing all around me in loose waves as I grip tightly to the headboard.
Matteo grips firmly at my ass as he fucks himself into me, effectively bouncing my body on his cock as he quickly snaps his hips forwards and backwards. I part my thighs a little more for him, trying to accommodate him as deeply as possible, and he doesn’t hold back.
His thrusts are hurried and clumsy as he wraps my hair around his wrist and uses his grip on the strands to tugs my head backwards. He curses in Italian as I whimper in pleasure, and the sound of our skin slapping roughly fills his bedroom.
“You’re so fucking tight, Daphne,” Matteo groans, his fingers digging tightly into the swell of my ass. “So fucking perfect. Like you were - ugh. Made for me.”