mattheoās in trouble⦠18+
Mattheo should be furious. He knows he should be. But the thought dissolves the second he feels the slick, velvet heat of your cunt swallowing another inch of his thick cock. Every slow roll of your hips parts your tight walls around him with obscene, wet sounds that echo in the dimly lit roomāfilthy little noises that make his abs clench and his wrists strain uselessly against the enchanted binds.
He looks devastating like this, dark curls damp with sweat, full lips parted, those big brown eyes blown wide with lust as he stares up at you. His gaze is locked on the place where your bodies meet, watching in helpless fascination as your glistening pussy stretches around his girth, taking him so fucking deep.
āAre you sorry now, baby?ā you purr, voice dripping with mock sweetness.
The word barely registers through the fog of pleasure. Mattheoās hips twitch upward, chasing the tight, dripping friction, but you lift yourself just enough to deny him. A low, guttural groan rips from his chest as your soaked walls drag torturously along every veined inch of him.
Right. The fight. The sharp words that had led to you pushing him down, tying his wrists to the headboard while he was still half-hard and lazy from the shower.
He tugs hard against the magical restraints, the ache in his shoulders nothing compared to the throbbing need pulsing between his legs. āNo,ā he growls, voice rough and stubborn, eyes narrowing even as his cock twitches hard inside you.
Your movements slow to a maddening crawlābarely rocking now, just enough to keep his fat cock nestled deep, kissing your cervix with every teasing shift. The denial makes his jaw clench, a frustrated snarl curling his lips.
The argument had been your faultāat least thatās what he kept telling himself. Youād convinced yourself he was staring too long at the pretty bartender in Hogsmeade, the way his dark eyes had dragged slowly up and down her body while you were mid-sentence. Never mind the ridiculous sparklers glittering in her hair or the crowded pub. Heād looked. And that had been enough.
But none of that mattered now.
Mattheo had already been denied his third orgasm, and he was falling apart beneath you. Sweat glistened across his forehead and chest, a few salty drops sliding down the sharp cut of his jaw. Every frustrated roll of his hips made his abs flex hard under glistening skin, the defined ridges tightening and rippling in a way that made you want to sink your teeth into him.
āIf you say so, pretty boy,ā you whispered, voice sweet and cruel.
A broken, pathetic moan tore from his throat at the pet name. His thick cock throbbed violently inside your soaked, creamy cunt, stretching you open with every desperate twitch. He bucked up hard, trying to bury himself deeper into that slick, velvety heat, but you kept controlāhovering just enough to deny him the friction he craved.
āAhāfuck!ā His teeth clenched so hard the muscle in his jaw jumped. āJust fucking move already.ā
His tone was raw anger, edged with frustration, but his big brown eyes told a different storyādark, glassy, and pleading like a desperate, needy dog. His wrists strained violently against the enchanted binds, veins standing out along his forearms as another bead of sweat rolled down his temple. The wet, obscene sound of your dripping pussy sliding lazily along his swollen cock filled the room, teasing him mercilessly with every slow grind.
āYou think that pretty bartender would fuck you good?ā You rolled your hips in a slow, deliberate circle, letting him feel every inch of your dripping cunt squeezing around his thick cock. āThink her pussy would feel better than mine, baby?ā
āYouāre fucking crazy,ā Mattheo whined, the words cracking into a desperate moan. His hands twitched violently against the enchanted binds, fingers flexing uselessly as he fought to touch you.
You wanted to snap back, but your second orgasm was already building fast and hot, electric pressure coiling low in your belly. Mattheoās dark eyes watched with raw envy as your hand slid down your sweat-slicked body to rub tight, messy circles over your swollen, puffy clit.
āPleaseāno, please,ā he begged pathetically, voice breaking. āIām sorry! Okay? Iām fucking sorry. Iāll wear a blindfold in public, Iāll do whatever you wantājust please donāt cum again. Donāt make me hold it, baby, pleaseāā
That admission should have been enough. But mercy wasnāt on your mind tonight.
You sank down hard, taking every thick inch of him until your ass met his hips and the fat head of his cock pressed brutally against your cervix. A visible bulge swelled in your lower stomach. You pressed your palm over it, feeling the hard, throbbing shape of him so deep inside your guts.
Mattheoās eyes rolled back, a wrecked groan tearing from his throat as overwhelming pleasure short-circuited his brain. His toes curled tightly, thighs trembling beneath you.
āPrincessābaby, please, I-I canātāā
āYou can hold it for me, canāt you?ā you whispered hotly against his ear, lips brushing the sensitive shell. Your breath made him shiver hard, goosebumps racing down his sweat-drenched chest and arms. His cock pulsed angrily inside you, dangerously close to the edge.
Tears pricked the corners of his big brown eyes, making them glassy and desperate. Heād let you ruin him all night if youād just let him touch you.
āI-Iāll do anything, sweetheartānngh, please!ā
āSweetheart?ā You laughed softly, cruelly. āI thought I was crazy?ā
āYouāre bothāfuckāI love you, pleaseā!ā
Lewd, wet squelching sounds filled the room every time you lifted up and slammed back down, your creamy pussy stretching obscenely around his thick, veined cock. Mattheo could see it allāhow your slick folds dragged along his glistening shaft, how your stomach bulged with every brutal drop. Your breath came faster, sharper, your walls fluttering and milking him with rhythmic pulses as your orgasm drew dangerously close.
A loud, broken moan tore from Mattheoās throat, raw and guttural enough to echo through the stone walls and probably wake half the castle. His hips jerked violently upward as his vision whited out completely. Thick, hot ropes of his cum flooded your womb in heavy, pulsing spurts, filling you until you felt impossibly full. So much of it that it frothed and leaked out around where your stretched pussy clenched greedily around his throbbing cock, mixing with your own earlier releases in a messy, creamy puddle that dripped down his balls and soaked the sheets beneath him.
You frowned disapprovingly, refusing to let him ride out the high in peace. Instead, you ground down harder, rolling your hips in tight, deliberate circles so the sensitive head of his cock dragged against your cervix.
āAhā! No, no, noāfuck, please!ā Mattheo gasped sharply, his voice cracking into a high-pitched whine. His spent cock twitched and jerked inside you with painful overstimulation, every tiny movement sending electric shocks through his overworked nerves. His abs were locked tight, thighs trembling uncontrollably beneath you, sweat pouring down his heaving chest.
āAww, thatās okay baby,ā you cooed sweetly, still grinding slow and deep on his hypersensitive length. āYouād hate for me to be unsatisfied, wouldnāt you?ā
āUntie meāfuck, Iāll make you cum all night, I justā I canātāah! Please!ā His words dissolved into another pathetic, broken moan as you clenched around him deliberately. Fresh tears glistened in the corners of his glassy brown eyes, one finally slipping free and sliding down his flushed cheek.
āOh baby,ā you purred, leaning down to lick the salty tear from his skin, āyouāre making me cum all night anyway. Thatās what bad boys get, hm?ā
Mattheoās head fell back against the pillow, dark curls plastered to his forehead with sweat. His chest rose and fell in ragged pants, every breath shaky as his oversensitive cock continued to pulse weakly inside your soaked, cum-filled heat. The overstimulation was bordering on too much his body twitching and jolting with every shift of your hips, soft, desperate whimpers slipping from his swollen lips despite how hard he tried to bite them back.
Finally, you reached up and released the enchanted binds with a whispered word. The moment his wrists were free, Mattheoās arms wrapped around you with desperate strength, fingers digging almost bruisingly into your hips and lower back as he pulled you flush against his overheated, trembling body. Another tear slipped from the corner of his eye as he buried his face in your neck, breathing you in like a drowning man.
āFuck⦠I hate you,ā he rasped against your skin, voice hoarse and wrecked, even as his hips gave one weak, involuntary thrust up into your messy cunt. āLove you so fucking much⦠justāplease let me touch you now.ā