Page 49 of Brutal Revenge

He’s hurt.

“This won’t make anything better,” I murmur, struggling not to let the tension hissing between us devour me whole.

“I’m not so sure about that,” Matteo says as pre-cum drips into his jeans. “I’ve got no issues upholding the purity clause… especially since they don’t see oral penetration as a breach of contract. What I have a problem with is being played for a fool.” He tightens his grip enough to raise his ass off his bike’s seat and ram my reply down my throat. “Suck it.”

“Go to hell,” I repeat, instinctively moving closer rather than repelling.

“That’s not a viable threat for a man like me.” My erratic pulse might be disrupting my hearing, but I swear he says, “Especially if I drag you right there with me,” just before releasing a lusty groan from my tongue clearing away a tiny droplet of pre-ejaculation from the tip.

I hate folding on my morals, but my terms weren’t exactly fair. Matteo had nothing to gain from our agreement except access to money he already has in abundance—and that’s only if my plan works. It could fall flat on its face.

That worry is the sole reason I’m sucking his dick.

It is completely separate from the healthy buzz of my clit and the dampness of my panties.

Yeah, right.

I’m such a liar.

“New terms,” I murmur, licking the length of him.

Matteo tugs on my hair as he guides my lips over the wide crown, adding a teasing element to the shivers coursing through my veins. “I’m listening.”

I draw him to the rear of my throat, my head bobbing, before withdrawing him from my mouth with a pop. “Our agreement can come with benefits”—my fingers wrap around his shaft, and I guide him toward the finish line with controlled sucks and teasing licks—“as long as we uphold the purity pledge of the contract.” I flatten my tongue and flutter it down his shaft. “It doesn’t matter what Antoniothinks. I only need to pass the scrutiny of a paid medical professional in the days leading up to our nuptials to go ahead with the marriage.”

When he softens during my last sentence, I lower my attention to his balls and suck them into my mouth one at a time.

He re-firms enough that no one could accuse his dick of not being a choking hazard, but his mind is still on my confession. “Is the examination part of the purity clause?”

I slide my lips down his shaft until I gag, then return them to the tip. “No. It’ll still occur no matter the terms. It’s tradition.” Sparks of the woman I wish I had grown up to be shoot from my eyes when I raise them past the tattooed bumps in his midsection. “Don’t you know all the good girls want to marry in white?”

“Good girls don’t know how to suck cock,micina, so if you’re pushing that narrative, you need to go back to square one.”

I reward his compliment with a hearty suck. “Bananas are excellent teachers.” Desperate to see more of the ink swirled across his stomach, I push his shirt up past the bumps in his abdomen. “And so are you.”

“Nah…” Matteo replies, his one word rumbling like thunder. “That shit doesn’t work with me either. If you fucked up, own it. Don’t sugarcoat shit and pretend it isn’t shit. You’re on your knees now, sucking my cock, because you know your plan won’t work without me.”

I can’t deny the last half of his statement, so I don’t bother disputing the first half.

“So how about you stop pussyfooting around and swallow my dick like Antonio is watching.”

My muscles shake as I scan the area, seeking any signs of human life.

Matteo responds to my silent sweep with an aggression I’m growing to love. He fucks my mouth without concern for who’s watching, pushing past my gag reflex with every rock. He thrusts harder and faster, drenching my burning throat with choking droplets of pre-cum.

I moan, loving how delicious he tastes.

“Yes… choke on it.”

Each pump contracts the muscles in his stomach. They bulge alongwith the veins feeding his magnificent dick. The sight of him towering above me, forcefully feeding his penis repeatedly into my mouth, is mind-boggling. I squeeze my thighs together on and off, hoping to rub off the tension on the seam of my pantsuit.

The tingles are so white-hot I moan as often as I gag.

I’m close.

Soclose.

Swallowing his cum will set me off. Every nerve in my body coils tightly, ready to pounce. Then he pulls me off his cock and pumps his release onto my face.