“Ah. I knew you would like that. Your cunt is nice and pink. Is it burning from the smack of my palm?”
She nodded, breathing hard.
“How about now?” I slapped her mound again.
Slap. Slap.
A sheen of sweat coated her brow but she never let out a sound. That was fine. I knew just how to make her break.
Slap.
“Sir,” she groaned.
A wicked grin spread on my face. “Hold on.” I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, cupping her jaw. Forcing her to look at me, I waited.
“Please,” she whispered.
Gotcha. I smiled.
Smack. Smack.
Her eyes widened.
Smack. Smack.
Mae cried out, her hips grinding against my hand, moving towards each slap.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
She inhaled a gasp, before my name left her lips on a hard scream. It was so loud, the sound bounced around the vehicle, slamming into me.
Music to my fucking ears.
And that was when I felt it,
The liquid release coating my hand, dripping down her inner thighs. Her lower body and the seat were soaked from her orgasm.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, closing her legs.
“Don’t ever be sorry for how your body responds to me. It turns me on.” I emphasized my point by cupping my erection. “Hottest fucking thing I have ever seen.”
“I’ve never done that before,” she muttered, smoothing down her dress.
“And that turns me on even more.” Female ejaculation was highly erotic and for me to make Mae come that hard, it almost made me blow a load in my pants like a prepubescent boy. “Did it feel good?”
She nodded.
“Good. That’s all I care about.” I brought my hand to my lips, licking off the sweet essence of her. “So fucking good.” I kissed her hard on the mouth. “Now you’ll be dripping down your inner thighs and if I get a craving, I can inch my hand up under your dress.”
“Oh…my…”
Exactly.
(Mae)
Never in my whole life, had I experienced such an intense orgasm. My body releasing all over the seat and Matteo’s hand was embarrassing at first but when he licked the juices off of his fingers…I shivered.
He must have known that he could make my body do that when after, he wasn’t surprised at all.
Matteo glanced at me every so often, winking and giving me that sexy smirk of his.
My cheeks heated as I no doubt blushed like a teenaged girl being spoken to by their first crush. But this wasn’t a crush, was it? No. It was so much more. It was so intense, it controlled me.
“What are you thinking about?” Matteo whispered, brushing his lips along the shell of my ear.
“How much I love you.” I smiled up at him.
His eyes searched my face, his jaw clenching and unclenching. “Nervous?” he asked a moment later.
“Yeah.” I cleared my throat and exited the SUV. I wish he could see how much I loved him. I wish he could feel it. He doubted me constantly even though the words never left his mouth.
“Marketa,” he said, coming up behind me. His voice took on that deep commanding tone that I had grown to love and cherish. “Talk to me.”
“I love you. Don’t ever doubt that.” I walked away, heading towards the doors of the large mansion.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice small.
I paused, stopping in my steps.
“I haven’t experienced love in my time so it’s hard for me to accept it. I love you. And I know you love me. But I am sorry if I have my moments where I doubt that.”
His honesty made my stomach flip and all I could do was nod.
He let out a heavy sigh and reached for my hand, waiting.
Without any hesitation, I grasped onto it, sliding my fingers between his. “This place is huge,” I said in awe, needing to change the subject.
“It is. It’s been around for a while. The owner inherited it when his father passed away some time ago.”
“Are you a regular here?” I asked as we walked hand in hand towards the house.
“No. I’m friends with the owner so I know this place is always open to me. Heavy is my club of choice…” His voice trailed off. “Or it was.” When we reached the double set of doors, Matteo turned to me. “This place is different than any club you have been to.”
“I…” I swallowed past the bile that had risen to my throat.
“Marketa,” he said, his voice firm. “This club is different. Do you want to know why?”