The look on his face tells me I’ve made a big mistake.
He grabs his cock at the base and lightly taps the tip on my lips. “Open up for me.”
I obey, sticking out my tongue as well. “Good girl.” He slides into my mouth, not stopping until he finds resistance. “Now open up that throat for me.”
My eyes widen slightly, but I do as he says. His hand grips a handful of my hair, and he slowly sets a pace, thrusting in and out of my mouth. Going deeper than I ever thought possible. My eyes water slightly, and my saliva is everywhere. “Nowroll your eyes all you want, tesoro. It suits you quite nicely with my cock stuffed down your throat.”
I gag, and the action has Mateo bending over me slightly.
“Fuck, I need to get inside you now.” He slips out of my mouth, and I gasp for air. He flips me onto my back and prowls over my body.
He’s hovering above me, reaching for something in his nightstand—a condom, I assume—when the tip of his cock accidentally nudges my wet pussy. We both hiss at the sensation, meeting each other’s heated stares.
“I’ve been tested, you know. And I’m on the pill,” I whisper.
“I’ve been tested too. All clear on my end as well,” he says as he pulls the sealed box of condoms out of the nightstand. He stares at it a moment too long.
“I didn’t mention it so that we could, um, forgo that. No pressure. I just thought it was the responsible thing to do. To let you know that I’m safe.”
I want to slap myself for being so incredibly unsexy at a time like this. We probably should have had this talk before I presented him with my exposed nipples.
“I’ve never, you know, without a condom.” His pained expression leads me to believe this would be the time he would try to break that streak. But part of my brain realizes that thisman must have super sperm if he made a baby with protection. That part wins out and makes the decision for us.
“Let’s use it. We can always revisit our stance later on.” I raise my arm and grab the box out of his hand and slide a wrapper out.
“You sure?” He looks down at me, studying my face intently. “Because I need you to be the one to make this call. Because at a time like this, filling this pussy up with my cum seems like the perfect idea to me.”
He groans as I grab ahold of him and slowly roll the latex onto his hard cock. “You have a breeding kink… noted. Now fuck me like I dare wear another man’s jersey,” I taunt as I pull on the edges of the jersey I’m wearing.
And fuck, did I push a button.
I’m flipped face-first on the mattress when I feel my ass and hips being lifted by his callused hands. A swift breeze is the only warning I get before his hand comes down on my right ass cheek hard enough to shock me but not hurt.
“You know what? It’s about time I teach you a lesson.” He fists my hair, pulling me up on all fours.
His dominating voice makes me so wet, I fear I’m dripping down my thigh.
He teases his cock at my entrance, coating himself in my arousal. My breasts sway back and forth as I try to get him inside me.
“Maybe I should edge you a little longer. Make you learn a little patience. What do you think?” I groan desperately as he purposely massages my clit with his hardness from behind. “Because maybe the threat of holding back that orgasm you so desperately need will make you think twice about whose jersey you wear. Maybe after I’ve fucked you senseless and turned this ass the prettiest shade of pink with my hand, you’ll remember the name you should be wearing.”
His tip enters me, and we both moan loudly. He slips it out slightly, then thrusts back in, a little deeper, a little harder.
“And maybe, just maybe, after your vocal cords go raw from yelling my name, you’ll remember it’s me and only me you belong to.” He bottoms out inside me, and I scream.
I’ve never felt so full. He’s hitting places that are making my eyes roll to the back of my head. The sounds of our sweat-slicked bodies smacking into one another amplify the feeling.
I feel myself tighten around his length, and I turn my head slightly to get a good look at the man giving me the best sexual experience of my life. His teeth are gritted, eyes on where he’s currently pistoning in and out of me.
Seeing him so concentrated on keeping control has me feeling brave and loosening my lips. “What? I wear your jersey, or you’ll spank me a few times? Not much of a threat. Think you’re branding me or something?” I pant.
His hand abandons my hair and reaches under me to find my needy clit. Keeping pace, he starts to rub firm circles, rendering me speechless.
“No, sweetheart. Once you come on my cock, I’ll be branding you by ripping off this condom and coming on your ass. The jersey is so everyone else knows not to touch what’s mine.” His voice darkens.
And with one tight pinch, I clench around him, and my pussy threatens to milk him dry as I start to come.
With both hands now on my hips, he powers into me harder and faster than before, setting off a second orgasm before I’ve had the chance to recover from the first. My shouts threaten to prove him right as I scream his name.
