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wouldn’t
you?”
    “ Oh, yes,” I groan, sitting up slightly to get into a better
position so I can rub my wet clitoris up and down his erection. He
moves both of his hands to my ass cheeks, squeezing me as I move up
and down.
    “ Oh yeah, baby.”
    “ I need you inside me,” I gasp, raising myself to hover over
his cock. Without speaking, he takes me by the hips and gently
lowers me down. My body relaxes as he enters me, and I breathe a
sigh of relief. It’s almost as if I’ve been craving him, and that
craving has now been satisfied.
    My
breathing becomes shallow as I slide up and down his erection,
faster and faster until our noises can’t be muffled any longer. I
stare into his eyes, which are getting more and more intense with
each passing second, as I moan his name.
    “ I’m gonna come,” he grunts. I begin thrusting faster, but he
pushes me away. “Bend over.”
    Shocked
by his sudden domination, I do as he asks, bending over in front of
him and sticking my ass in the air.
    “ Oh, yeah,” he moans, spanking my ass. It feels so good, so I
wiggle slightly, teasing him. I’m just about to turn around so I
can see the expression on his face, when he lets out a loud gasp,
and suddenly I feel his warm come squirting across my body onto my
ass. I crouch there, motionless, unsure what to do next. Then, I
feel his hands rubbing it into my skin.
    “ You make me feel so good,” he whispers. “I want you to know
how good you make me feel, and I want to make you feel just as
good. I want to make you come.”
    I’m
about to ask him what he’s going to do, when suddenly I feel what
can only be his tongue on my ass. I’ve never experienced anything
like it before, but a loud groan of pleasure escapes from my lips
the very second he touches me.
    “ You like that?” He growls, delving deeper with his tongue.
The sensation is almost indescribable — my entire body begins to
shake, and my legs collapse underneath me. He laughs quietly, then
turns me around with one arm so that I’m facing him. I can smell
his own cum on his breath as he leans down to kiss me, and his cock
brushes against my clit.
    “ I wonder if you taste as good as I do,” he mumbles, running a
hand down my body until he reaches my wetness. My breath hitches.
“Let’s find out.”
    My hips
thrust wildly as his tongue lashes against my clitoris, and my
previous moans and groans turn into desperate cries and pleas for
him to keep going. And then his tongue is inside me, moving in and
out as he fucks me with his mouth. I can feel my orgasm building
gradually as he picks up speed, and I can’t stop my hands from
grabbing his hair and pulling him further into me.
    “ I’m going to come, Matteo,” I gasp. My tight grip means that
he’s unable to reply, but all it takes is for him to grab the
insides of my thighs one last time to bring about those powerful
contractions I’ve been longing for. My thrusting slows and
eventually stops, but Matteo doesn’t falter until my orgasm is
completely finished. My hands still entangled in his sandy brown
hair, I pull him to me so that I can kiss him. He tastes like me.
He’s mine.
    “ I told you that you’d like it,” he smirks. “And yes, I can
confirm that you do taste as good as me,” he kisses me again,
parting my lips with his tongue. “Even better, in fact.”
    The rain
is getting heavier, I can even hear the quiet rumble of thunder in
the air. I pull him closer into my chest, nuzzling my face into his
messy hair which is now damp with sweat. My eyes are on the brink
of closing, when I suddenly notice someone moving through the
condensation on the window. The figure looks familiar, I can tell
by their walk. It’s David.
    “ Oh, God,” I say, sitting bolt upright. Matteo jumps,
startled.
    “ What? What is it?”
    “ It’s David,” I say, frantically fumbling for my clothes and
yanking them back onto my body. “He’s going to kill me.”
    “ He won’t. I won’t let him do anything