mine. “I don’t date. I fuck. And I fuck hard. But you, Marketa, have captured me. Something about you latched onto me and I never want it to let go.”
“Matteo—”
A phone rang, vibrating in his pocket. He winked, keeping his hand inside my shirt and answered his phone. “Santos. Yeah.” He pinched the nub. “I know. I asked her to call and make an appointment. Don’t worry, Cathy. This will be the last time. Yes, I’m sure. I’m on a date right now.” To emphasize he was busy, he dug his nails into my nipple igniting a hard moan to leave my lips. “I hope to have you meet her soon. I would like that too. Thank you for checking in.” He hung up and focused back on me. “How wet are you, Marketa?”
I chewed my bottom lip, squeezing my thighs together.
“Open.” He pushed a hand between my legs. “Let me feel how much you want me.”
Hesitating, I slowly spread my legs, watching as his hand trailed up my inner thigh. Once it reached my center, he pushed his fingers beneath my shorts.
“So fucking responsive,” he rasped, slipping his finger through my soaked folds.
“Matteo, please.” I went to grab his hand when he stopped me.
His fingers wrapped around my wrist, squeezing to the point of painful. “Let me take you to lunch.”
“But—”
“As much as I want you right now. As much as I want to fuck you until you forget your name, we are not doing this here. I don’t want any interruptions, little girl.” His fingers tightened their hold on me. “The first time I’m balls deep inside your beautiful body will be at my place.” He pulled me from the bed. “Then I can restrain you. Tie you up. Bound you until you’re immobile and all you can focus on is the deep thrusts of my cock.” His hand moved between my legs and under my shorts. “I’m going to fuck you here,” he brushed a finger over my soaked opening igniting a purr to leave my lips. “And here,” his hand moved to the back of my shorts, cupping my ass before slipping a finger over the tight hole at my rear. “And then eventually…” He released my lower body and brought his hand up to my mouth. “Here. But I won’t be gentle.” He leaned down, brushing his mouth over the shell of my ear. “It turns me on when a woman gags and chokes on my cock. I will fuck your throat, forcing you to swallow all of me until you can’t breathe.”
Oh. My. Images from his dirty words slid into my mind. To have the taste of him on my tongue sent a flutter of desire roaring through my already frustrated body.
“Would you like that, sweet girl? You want to taste my cock?” he asked, as if he could read my mind.
All I could do was nod, the fantasies in my mind forcing me to lose my words.
“Good.” He turned me around and swatted my ass. “Get ready.” He kissed my neck. “I’ll wait like a gentleman.”
“Are we having an all-day date?” I asked, breathless.
“Do you work today?”
“No.” Cello decided to give me the day off after I came in tired and exhausted, looking like a zombie from The Walking Dead.
“Then you’re stuck with me. If you’ll have me of course.” He grinned.
“I would love that.”
We had spent the day outside. As much as I wanted to stay in, I knew our control was slipping. So being in public would prevent us from doing anything we weren’t ready for until we were able to get to Matteo’s place. But I was thirty-three. I hadn’t been with a man in years. Learning about them at a young age, I was never interested. I didn’t date. Never had a boyfriend and I only ended up with the guys I slept with so long ago because I was bored. But they never made me feel this way like Matteo did. They never made my need for them so strong, it hurt. I could physically feel the ache I had for Matteo. And until I had him, it would never go away.
Matteo and I spent the day walking the peer until we decided to go to Cello’s for his second round of karaoke. He had told me the first time didn’t go so well. Everyone who sang sounded like cats were dying. Hopefully tonight would be better.
My heart warmed at Matteo acting like a gentleman. He kept his