COLD TRAP

Chapter 83 

MIRABELLA 

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Everything happens in a blur of the moment. His shirt comes off, buttons flying left and right. And then my bra rips off, my thong following. We both moan, we both groan, our touches so filled with desperate want. We bask in the warmth of skin against skin. 

Dirty words echo like rhythms from Matteo’s mouth. Dirty words of command, dirty words of the things he’d like to do to me. 

To eat my pussy. 

To spit on it. 

To fuck me. 

To gag me. 

To do all of that all over again. 

His lips fall on mine, merging with a dominant need. His skin simmers with desire and so does mine. Ecstasy. 

Our lips part and we chase our breaths. Matteo holds me, pulling me closer. My hand slides into his hair while his grabs my waist, our faces inching closer. We feel each other’s breath, eyes dancing on each other’s lips. 

Our lips touch again, this time the motion is slowly paced, the touch gentle. So gentle our dark desires mixed with a deeper emotion surface. His head tips to the side, his tongue playing with mine. My nipples harden, my breasts swaying over his chest. 

“Mmmm.” I moan into his mouth, my hands sliding down his back, goosebumps erupting on my skin. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, kissing down my neck. He bites into my skin, his hands squeezing my ass. “Oh fuck, I love you.” He declares, his tone hoarse. 

He lifts me up and I drape my legs around his hips, my pussy pulsing with each groan elicited by his throat. I expect him to carry me to the bed, but he doesn’t. Instead, he presses me against the wall, lifting me higher and higher until my legs are spread open around his shoulders. 

Heated eyes move in rapid motions from my eyes to my wet cunt, his tongue slowly gliding along his upper lip. 

When the heat of his breath fans my pussy, A gasp erupts in my throat. “Matteo, wait.. “I attempt a protest but don’t get very when his mouth closes over my pussy. 

far with my words 

A cry escapes my throat as I try snapping my legs shut. I fail. With my legs thrown over his shoulders and his head between my thighs, my movement is completely restricted. 

His experienced tongue punishes my swollen bud with precise strokes, causing my heart to almost stop. And when that heart of mine restarts, it hammers fervently against my throat, making me dizzy. 

I cannot believe that I am suspended in the air by my husband, held firm by his strong shoulders. God, he’s so strong and so hot and so. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed this, missed you.” His groan rumbles as he sucks my clit between his lips, releasing with a pop that sends a toe curling sensation down my spine. “Going weeks without your pretty, little cunt soaking up my face has been torture.” He pushes his face deeper in my thighs, thrusting his tongue into my entrance. 

“Matteo!” My head lolls back against the wall, my pelvis tightening. I’m so close, so fucking close my entire skin is quivering, my hips rocking his face desperately seeking a release. 

I’m going to… 

Beads of sweat form on my forehead, the back of my head digging into the wall. 

I’m going to… 

“Look at me.” Matteo’s gravelly voice breaks through the fog of my nearing orgasm. And I have no choice but to force my eyes open and gaze down at him. 

“Tell me you didn’t miss this, amore mio.” He demands, his tongue working me, intense hazel orbs dancing with mine, holding me captive. “I’ve missed it…you…so much!” 

His lips form into a coy smile. “My good girl.” He adulates and spit on me just as he promised. His tongue flattens over my vagina, gliding sensually and slowly until he’s lapped all of my juices. 

So fucking hot. 

Pinh 

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My walls clamp at the sight. So dirty. So raw. So…fuck. 

“You like that, don’t you?” He repeats his action, pulling my swollen clit into his mouth. 

And then he does it again. 

Again. 

Again. 

“Oh fuck, Matteo!” My throat elicits a scream of his name as my orgasm hit me, rippling through my skin like a hot knife through a butter. 

A moan of approval evades his throat, rumbling through my spasming center as he licks me up, every last bit. And then he put me down, his lips smacking kisses on mine. 

“That was one hell of an apology, husband.” I breathe, giggling underneath my breath, holding his shoulders strong to keep me from falling. 

He chuckles, leaning down to the nook of my neck, his tongue licking my skin. “You don’t say…” Thick voice vibrates against my skin. “Then have I gained your forgiveness or do I have to tender more apologies? Because I sure have many more ideas in this dirty mind of mine.” 

I snort a laugh, curling my arms around his neck. “I’d definitely love to know those ideas in that mind of yours.” 

“You’re sure?” ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Yes.” I affirm. “Show me.” 

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