Page 6 of Ruined By Protection (Feretti Syndicate #5)

My breath catches in my throat as I take in the sight of him fully naked. He's magnificent—all hard muscle and tanned skin. But it's his cock that makes my eyes pop. Thick and long, it curves slightly upward and pulsates, already fully hard.

Holy shit. How will he fit inside me?

The thought must show on my face because Matteo smirks, a knowing look in his eyes as he steps between my thighs.

"Don't worry, bella," he says, his accent thickening with desire. "I promise you'll take all of me."

His hands grip my hips, pulling me to the very edge of the table. I feel exposed, open to him as he positions himself at my entrance. One hand slides between us, fingers gliding through my folds.

"Fuck," he groans. "You're so wet for me."

I whimper as his thumb circles my clit, my hips bucking involuntarily against his hand.

Matteo positions himself, the blunt head of his cock pressing against me. He enters slowly, inch by torturous inch, stretching me in the most delicious way.

"So tight," he hisses through clenched teeth. "So fucking perfect."

I gasp as he pushes deeper, the slight burn giving way to intense pleasure. My fingers dig into his shoulders, anchoring myself as he fills me completely. It’s too much, I can’t inhale from the overwhelm of him.

"Take a breath," he grits against my ear, holding still to let me adjust to his size.

When he starts to move, I see stars. He pulls back almost completely before thrusting forward again, establishing a rhythm that has me panting.

"Look at you," he growls. "Taking my cock so well. So fucking beautiful."

His words send heat flooding through me, adding to the building pressure at my core. Each thrust pushes me closer to the edge.

"You feel that?" he demands, grinding against me. "Feel how perfectly we fit together?"

"Yes," I gasp, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him deeper.

"Such a good girl," he praises, increasing his pace. "So wet, so tight around me. You were made for this—made for me."

His dirty talk pushes me higher, the tension coiling tighter with each thrust. His fingers dig into my hips, sure to leave marks, but I don't care. I want to be marked by him, to carry the evidence of this moment on my skin.

"Mine," he growls with a particularly deep thrust. "Say it. Tell me who you belong to right now."

"Yours," I cry out, the word torn from somewhere deep inside me. "I'm yours, Matteo."

My body pulses around him with each thrust, every nerve ending alight with a pleasure so intense it borders on pain. Matteo's pace grows more frantic, his breathing harsh against my ear as he drives into me with increasing urgency.

"So. Fucking. Perfect," he growls, punctuating each word with a powerful thrust that hits deep inside me.

I can't control the sounds escaping my throat anymore—desperate moans and cries that echo off the kitchen walls. My head falls back, eyes squeezed shut as the pressure builds to an almost unbearable level.

"Look at me," Matteo demands, one hand leaving my hip to grip my jaw. "I want to see your eyes when you come."

I force my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. The connection sends another jolt of pleasure through me. His pupils are blown wide with desire, sweat beading on his forehead as he pounds into me.

"I can't—I'm going to—" My words dissolve into incoherent sounds as the tension inside me builds to a breaking point.

"That's it. Let go for me," he urges, his thumb finding my clit and circling it with firm, exacting pressure.

The dual sensation—his cock filling me completely while his thumb works my sensitive bundle of nerves—pushes me over the edge. The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, more vividly powerful than anything I've ever felt before. My inner walls clamp down on him as my back arches off the table.

"Matteo!" I scream his name, unable to contain myself as waves of pleasure crash through me.

But something else is happening—a new sensation builds rapidly behind the first orgasm, a pressure that feels different, more profound. My eyes bulge with shock as the feeling crests.

"Oh my god—what's happening—I can't—" I gasp, my body tensing as the strange pressure releases in a sudden rush.

Warm liquid gushes between us, soaking us both. I cry out in surprise and overwhelming ecstasy, my body trembling uncontrollably.

"Fuck!" Matteo's eyes go wide with amazement, his rhythm faltering for a moment as he watches.

The sight seems to drive him wild. His thrusts become almost savage, his fingers digging into my flesh as he chases his own release. The wet slap of our bodies meeting fills the kitchen, obscenely erotic.

"So fucking hot," he groans, his movements growing erratic. "I'm going to come, bella. Gonna fill you up."

"Yes," I plead, locking my ankles behind his back. "Come inside me."

His eyes lock with mine, something primal and possessive flashing in their depths. With a final, powerful thrust, Matteo buries himself to the hilt inside me.

"Hazel," he groans, his voice breaking as his release hits him. I feel the hot pulse of him emptying inside me, his cock twitching as he comes.

The sensation triggers another smaller orgasm, my body milking him as we cling to each other. My thighs are soaked, the table beneath us puddled with evidence of my unexpected release.

Matteo collapses against me, his forehead resting on my shoulder as we both struggle to draw air. His weight presses me into the table but I welcome it, my arms wrapped around his broad shoulders.

I've never done that before. The squirting thing. I admit silently, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up my neck. Nor ever felt this way during sex.