Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
When I’m past my peak but still in the blissful throes of aftershocks, he leans over me, his voice a ragged whisper next to my ear. “Daniela, I must have you. I didn’t want it to happen like this, but I can’t hold back.”
Words don’t come at first so I nod my head enthusiastically. Finally, I manage to speak. “Fuck me, Matteo. Fuck me, please.”
There’s the delicious clink of his belt and the buzz of his zipper, and then the thick head of his cock is nudging at my entrance, so entirely different from the touch of his elegant fingers.
“I’ll try to go slow. Please tell me if it hurts or if it’s too much.”
I nod again and push back against him. I’m so wet and so ready, but as he starts to inch into me, stretching me as he goes, I’m very quickly reminded of what I’ve felt through his clothing and through his brother’s. The Bestia men weren’t gifted with good looks alone.
Through the desperate tone of his voice and the grip of his fingers on my hips, it’s clear that Matteo would like nothing more than to bury himself inside me, so I’m touched that he’s using restraint, worrying more about my pleasure than his own.
“You feel so good,” I say. He’s so big that it hurts too, but pleasure overrides the pain by a mile.
When Matteo is deep inside me, he pauses to caress my ass, letting me adjust to his size. Just as he starts to pull back, we’re startled by a loud knock, knock, knock on his office door.
Outwardly, Matteo goes still, but inside me his cock pulsates against my inner walls with his barely contained fire. Neither of us breathe.
Though I’ve been keeping relatively quiet, my lust-hazed brain forgot where we are. The knock forcefully reminds me that I’m a student – a former good girl who always followed the rules – bent over a desk, getting fucked by my professor. Getting caught would be disastrous for both of us, but especially Matteo
And in this moment, I learn something new about myself: this risky, forbidden aspect of our coupling excites me. The idea of us getting caught has my heart racing faster than it already was, and a new rush of wetness floods my pussy.
The visitor repeats their pattern on the door, and my muscles vise involuntarily around Matteo’s cock. I’m coming again, silently this time, waves of sensation rolling over my body, surprising me with their intensity.
Inside me, Matteo throbs, his cock protesting the lack of motion as he waits for footsteps to recede in the hallway. When things are quiet again, he leans over me, sliding his hand up over my silky blouse. My lucky blouse, as it will forevermore be known.
“Daniela, you are too much. I can barely hold back. I’m ready to come, like a teenager.”
I smile at him over my shoulder. “Don’t hold back. We don’t have much time.”
He returns my smile, but his expression is conflicted. I love that he’s on the edge so soon. Never in my life have I felt more desirable.
I clench my inner muscles around his cock, once, twice, and Matteo groans, pulling nearly out of me before plunging back in, his long cock reaching uncharted territory. He strokes in and out only a few more times before he tenses, both hands gripping tightly to my hips as he empties himself deep inside me.
Afterward, Matteo turns me around to face him, kisses me, and falls to his knees to clean me with tissues. When he’s finished, he places a tender kiss on my mound, murmuring quiet words in his native language.
I’m momentarily disoriented – Fiero did the same thing after making me come when we made out on his bed. Surely, they don’t know one another’s habits; if they did, Matteo wouldn’t intentionally do the same thing as Fiero.
It must be a twin – I mean triplet – thing, and the unwitting parallel between their actions sends a shiver up my spine.
“Next time, I will give you the attention you deserve,” Matteo promises, holding me close after helping me get dressed. “Next time, we will take it slow.”
The shiver is followed by a rush of heat. Next time. I can hardly wait.
This was quick, and frantic, and it was still light-years better than any sex I’ve ever had or even imagined.
I float through the rest of my campus commitments, not sure my feet are even touching the ground. When my sister, Izzy, calls to wish me a happy birthday, I struggle to sound normal.
“You sound extra bubbly, Dani,” she says, after we’re past the pleasantries.
“It’s my birthday. Can’t a girl be happy on her birthday?”
“Sure, but I’ve heard you happy, and this is something else entirely.”
“I don’t know, Izzy. Maybe it’s the clearer signal of my new cell service.” I trust my sister, but what happened today is much too fresh to share without processing it first. Plus, I’m still on campus, and I can’t risk being overhead.