Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Chapter Eight
Charlotte
This was so unlike me. I was a virgin, for God’s sake, yet here I was in bed with a virtual stranger, all because this felt right, like it was exactly what I was supposed to do, where I was supposed to be.
Who I was supposed to be with.
I didn’t know if I’d ever believed in love at first sight, soul mates, or even fate and destiny. But when I saw Mateo, those things I felt only happened in movies and books, right? I don’t know why I questioned myself. I had a level head, didn’t take risks, didn’t overstep bounds, because I didn’t want the consequences of those mistakes. But this didn’t feel like a mistake. Being with Mateo felt so comfortable, so perfect, that it was like I’d know him my entire life. I supposed in a way I did know him. I’d heard about him my whole life, although actually talking with him, seeing him… I hadn’t experienced any of that until now, until last night.
I pushed the logical side of my brain to the back and focused on the here and now.
I just wanted to enjoy this moment, to enjoy Mateo. I’d give him my virginity. It wasn’t like I’d been saving myself. It was just no guy had ever felt right.
Until him.
Until Mateo. And then it all clicked, and I felt the puzzle pieces fall into place.
He had his big body resting against mine again, and I felt him reach between us, position his erection at my entrance, and in a fluid, slow movement, he pushed back into me.
I felt stretched, full, his cock massive as it tunneled inside me, took up every single inch of my pussy. The discomfort was there, present, breath-stealing, but it was the knowledge that this man looked at me as if I were… everything, that made any discomfort go away.
“You’re so fucking tight, so wet and hot,” Mateo murmured against my throat, and I loved how his stubble scraped along my skin. He was so muscular and heavy as he pressed his chest against mine.
He groaned a second before he moved his hips back and forth, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back inside me. I didn’t want him to see that the sting of pain was there, because that was just a small amount of this experience; that was what was to be expected.
I wanted him to know this felt good.
He started a steady thrusting now, and I breathed out as all the sensations moved through me. Mateo pushed up, one forearm braced on either side of my head, and looked down at my body. A muscle in his jaw ticked as if he were fighting with himself for control.
My inner muscles clenched around him, as if trying to drag him in more, pull him in deeper. I heard him inhale sharply, like that act was almost his undoing.
“You’re so wet for me, so tight.” I watched as his throat worked as he swallowed. “You’re so fucking primed for me,” he whispered.
My nipples tightened as blood rushed to them.
He pulled back then leaned down so he could latch his lips onto my neck again, licking and sucking at my skin until it felt pleasurably abraded. He ran his tongue up my throat, and a moan left me.
Mateo’s harsh, guttural groans filled my ears.
“Kiss me,” I cried out, and he did that instantly.
I swept my tongue along his lips, loving the guttural sound that came from him. The musky, sweet flavor of me was still on him, and I grew wetter from it.
“Christ.” He started moving back and forth, faster and harder with each passing second. The broad head of his cock stretched my virgin pussy. When he thrust into me again a little harder this time, I moved up an inch on the bed, gasping.
Mateo growled low and leaned back to watch as he fucked me, to see his dick tunnel in and out of me. “This means you’re mine.” He snapped his eyes up to stare at my face, slamming into me over and over again, the sloppy sounds of our sex filling my head and turning me on even more. “No one will ever fucking have you but me.”
The play of muscles that rippled along his chest and abdomen spoke of his strength, and a gush of moisture slipped from me, further aiding in his penetration, making his movements slick, juicy. My pleasure climbed, my orgasm rising to the surface.
His cock slid in and out of me, and he grunted out, “Christ, baby.” He shifted slightly so he could brace himself on his knees. He gripped my inner thighs, pushing my legs impossibly wider, my muscles protesting. Mateo sank into me over and over again, his focus on where he fucked me. A few moments later, he lifted his gaze back to mine and said hoarsely, “You see how I’m taking you?” He didn’t wait for me to respond. “No one will ever know how this pretty pussy feels but me.” He pulled his cock almost all the way out and placed his thumb on my clit, moving the digit back and forth, over and over, slow and steady. “Come for me. Come for me now.”