Cum On His Fingers

Mateo kissed Ariana with bruising intensity, pouring a pent-up desire into the heated clash of lips and tongues. His hands mapped every curve of her body, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh through the thin silk of her gown. There was no clinical precision here, only the raw, unchecked hunger of a man who had finally reached his breaking point.

"You're mine," he growled against her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, the metallic tang of it fueling his fire. "No one else can have you. No one else can touch you like this."

To emphasize his point, he hiked up her dress, exposing the lacy tops of her thigh-high stockings. His calloused fingers traced the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, teasing higher and higher until they brushed against the damp fabric of her panties.

"So wet already," Mateo purred darkly, rubbing slow circles over her clothed slit. "Your body knows who it belongs to, even if your mind tries to fight."

Ariana’s head fell back against the wood of the door, a broken sound escaping her throat. She should have been terrified of how quickly she had unraveled, but the friction of his palm was the only thing that felt real. Mateo's fingers pushed the scrap of lace aside, delving into the slick heat of Ariana's folds. He groaned at the feel of her, so wet and ready for him already.

"Fuck, you're dripping," he growled, pumping two thick digits in and out of her tight channel. "Such a needy little girl."

His thumb found her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves firmly. Ariana keened, her hips rolling shamelessly into his touch. Mateo swallowed her cries with another searing kiss, his tongue fucking into her mouth in filthy mimicry of what his fingers were doing below.

"You're going to cum on my hand like a good girl," he commanded huskily, increasing the pace of his thrusts.

Mateo worked Ariana's pussy relentlessly, his skilled fingers curling to stroke her G-spot with each deep thrust. The obscene squelch of her arousal filled the room, mixing with her wanton moans and gasps. He was taking everything from her—her breath, her dignity, her history with men like Tyler—and replacing it with his own dark brand.

"That's it baby, sing for me," he coaxed darkly, feeling her walls start to flutter around his invading digits. "Let me hear how badly you need it."

He sealed his lips over hers in a messy, open-mouthed kiss, swallowing her cries as he rubbed tight circles on her throbbing clit. Ariana's legs trembled, barely able to hold her up as the coil of tension in her core wound tighter and tighter. She was a nurse; she understood the mechanics of the human body, but she had never known her own body could be a weapon used against her soul like this.

"Cum for me, Nina," Mateo demanded, his voice a sinful rasp against her lips.

Ariana shattered, her orgasm crashing over her in intense waves. She came undone in Mateo's arms, her pussy clamping down rhythmically on his pistoning fingers as ecstasy consumed her. Clear fluid gushed out around his digits, drenching his hand and trickling down her trembling thighs.

"Fuck yes, cum on my fingers like the good girl you are," Mateo groaned, working her through her high. He captured her lips in a filthy kiss, all teeth and tongue, drinking down her screams of rapture.

When the last aftershocks faded, he slowly withdrew his soaked fingers. Keeping eye contact, he brought them to his mouth, making a show of licking them clean while savoring her essence. "Delicious. But we both know you're still craving more, aren't you my insatiable girl?"

Ariana slumped against the door, her knees nearly giving way. She was ruined. The red silk dress was bunched around her waist, her pulse was a frantic mess, and the man standing before her looked like he had just conquered a kingdom.

Just then, the handle of the door rattled from the outside.

"Dad? Ari? Are you in there?"

Cami's voice was light and oblivious, just inches away from the wood. Ariana's heart didn't just stop; it felt like it had been lanced. She looked at the wetness on Mateo's lips, at the state of her dress, and then at the locked door.

Mateo didn't look worried. He looked satisfied. He leaned in, his voice a ghost of a whisper against her ear. "Don't move, Nina. Let's see if you can be a quiet girl while your best friend looks for you."

He didn't pull away. He stayed right there, his body caging her in, his scent enveloping her as Cami called out again, the danger of the moment far more intoxicating than any wine served in the ballroom.