Page 129 of Brutal Revenge

Chapter 40

Azra

My bounce on the mattress arrives with a giggle, and my tits clap, but I’m so lax after back-to-back orgasms it takes my woozy head a few minutes to register that Matteo isn’t hovering above or beside me.

He’s nowhere to be seen.

I pinch my thigh—hard.

Ouch!

“Are you sore?”

My eyes shoot to the side. He’s pulling down the sheets of a California king bed, naked head to toe. His skin glistens as much as mine, and his cock is erect and arching up to his navel.

“No.” I’m sore, but not in a way that is discomforting or dangerous. I honestly feel free. “I was just checking that I’m not dreaming.”

It occurs to me that I said my last statement out loud when Matteo says, “If you are, please suffocate me good. I don’t want to ever wake up.”

I’m confused by his statement until he slips under the sheets and angles his chin toward the ceiling. He wants me to ride his face. Don’t ask me how I know this. I just do.

When I hesitate, not as brave as I make out, Matteo says, “If you want this to stop,la mia tigrotta, say the word. It will immediately stop. But if you think you’ve got another orgasm—or ninety—in you, come sit on my face.”

“I don’t think I have ninety in me, but I wouldn’t say no to more.”

Matteo’s smug smirk…Are you sure I’m not dreaming?

“Then come on over and take a seat. I don’t bite.”

“Unless I want you to.”

I almost combust on the spot when his smirk turns into a genuine smile. “Unless you want me to.”

I crawl up the mattress, and my breasts scrape his erection on the way, causing a strange mewling noise to escape his throat. With his hands steadying my sways, he helps me flatten my knees on each side of his head. My legs almost pull out from beneath me when he extends his neck to drag his nose through the seam of my pussy.

“You smell so good,la mia tigrotta.I could get drunk on that scent.” His nostrils flare as lust blackens his gaze. “Now suffocate me with the pussy that ruined me.”

Stealing my chance to secure something to grab hold of, he pulls me down onto his mouth, groaning when his tongue rolls over my clit and then spears inside me.

“Ohh…” I moan, incapable of full sentences.

I’m meant to be doing all the work. That’s the idea of any cowgirl position, isn’t it? But with my legs replicating Jell-O and my needs too hungry for logical thoughts, I only groan and rock while Matteo’s mouth picks up the slack.

He rolls his tongue over my clit and grazes it with his teeth while his fingers dig into my ass. He eats me with a hunger I’ve never experienced, and before I can warn him, an orgasm surfaces quicker than a tsunami.

Every muscle clenches as I come again.

I grind down on him so hard that I’m certain he’s moments away from suffocation, but Matteo’s tongue doesn’t stop slithering, and his moans don’t silence.

He drives me to climax over and over again until the hardly worth mentioning sting on the sensitive pink area between my pussy and my ass represents a gravel rash more than a superficial tear.

I can’t stop coming.

Moaning.

I sing Matteo’s praises on repeat until I feel invincible.

Something this awe-inspiring should never be associated with pain or embarrassment. It’s such a beautiful thing, and I’m done believing it’s okay for my body to be used by anyone but me.