Ayla
We had dropped Stella home and the surroundings around us were dark, street lights illuminating the area.
He suddenly pulled the car over as I scrunched my eye brows up.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"What happened back there?" His tone was harsh.
My mouth went dry.
"What? What happened?" I played dumb.
"Don't act fucking stupid, you know exactly what I mean."
"I don't, sorry." I shrugged.
I watched his jaw clench with anger.
He leaned his face in.
"You know, there's other ways I can get it out of you, Amore. Ways you might not like."
I stared forward at him.
"Like what?" I asked, our noses almost touching.
He glanced down my body then back up.
I felt his hand on my thigh, glancing down. I felt his rough fingertips squeeze my thigh.
I let out a ragged breath.
Until I felt his other hand on my cheek, his thumb rubbing across my bottom lip. Ever so lightly parting them just enough to dip his finger inside.
I closed my lips, sucking down on the tip of his finger.
I began to feel the tightening feeling my in my stomach.
He removed his finger with a popping noise. He smeared my saliva all over my lips.
"You can't get shit outta me." I whispered, my nose brushing against his.
"I guess I'll have to fuck it out of you, will I now?"
"I'd love to see you try."
He hummed before unbuckling both mine and his' seat belt. Wasting no time to smash our wet lips together.
He harshly pushed my arm rest up and out of my way before slinging his legs over the console to straddle me.
I hadn't even noticed when his hand came down and pushed the recliner down, ejecting us back, on to my back.
"Matteo-"
Suddenly my words halted when I felt his mouth at my neck and his hands already working on the button of my jeans.
I caressed and ran my hands up his back, squeezing his skin.
I felt the skin of my stomach go cold when the breeze of the air conditioning hit it. I glanced down just to see him leaning down to pull my jeans down and tossing them into the back seat.
"Fuck you're so beautiful." He groaned, squeezing my cheeks as he sucked harshly onto my neck.
"Oh god-" I moaned.
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