Mattheo Riddle Smut Novels & Stories

Matteo muttered, a smirk playing on the side of his lips. Isabella was embarrassed. 'Hmmm,' Matteo grunted into Isabella's cunt, inhaling her scent. She smelled so good that he couldn't control himself. He was so tempted to taste her. He bent his head over, pressing his lips against her pussy, and Isabella moaned, buckling her leg off the bed. He began with soft kisses and then licked her, sliding his tongue up and between the dewy folds of her cunt. She was so slippery on his tongue that he could taste her juice coming out of her tight entrance. Her juice has a salty flavor, and she smells as intoxicating as she tastes in his mouth—so good and heavenly.

My ragged breathing and Matteo's groans were the only sounds heard in the bedroom. He slowly slipped a finger in me as he continued rubbing on my clit. I pulled his face closer to kiss him as I used my other hand to locate his sweatpant. I rubbed him through his pants as he groaned. Matteo's finger became faster as I reached my climax. “Fuck” I groaned as I came off my ecstasy. Matteo pulled of his sweatpant ad his length sprung out, he placed it at my entranced and groaned as he entered me.

Matteo said in a low voice. “And breakfast,” her husband added. She looked over at him and his jaw was tight, his eyes held hunger and his body stiff. Matteo lifted her on the desk. He dipped his fingers in the cream, and dipped it into her pussy, as her fingered her. She rested on the table with her hands behind her like, she needed something to hold her up. Matteo removed his hands and dipped the hands that were covered in her juices, Into her mouth, making her taste herself.

Possibly. “You know what I mean, Toria. You’re my wife. It’s my right to be the only one allowed to see it,” Matteo growled. He pulled me backward to him and began placing kisses on my shoulder as we were in front of the mirror. Unbidden, my mind flashed me with images of the mystery man instead of Matteo. His lovely smoldering eyes blinked lazily at me as he kissed the skin joining my neck to my shoulder. I began to blush just imagining it; his eyes were really intense.

He rasped as she inhaled sharply. "Give me my phone," She demanded bravely. "Why?" He asked innocently causing her to throw a quick glare his way before looking away. "Because it's mine," She muttered in a duh tone. "And you're mine," He husked and her eyes widened as she stared into his dark onyx hues. "I'm not," She deadpanned and his brow shot up in a challenge. She was scared and a nervous wreck but in no way was she backing down. "But you just said you're my mate, didn't you?" He said coolly, taking a step towards her and involuntarily she stepped back. If she hadn't stepped back his body would've flushed against hers.

He is holding Irene very close, their bodies moving in a slow synchrony, their groins rubbing seductively against one another. Actually, Irene is the one doing most of the seductive rubbing, her hands around his neck like a noose. The crowd shifts, and Irene sees me. She doesn't look surprised to see me in the red dress. Instead, her lips curl in a mischievous smile. "Witchcraft," I mutter under my breath. Susie turns to me. "What?" "It's witchcraft," I say louder, my chest heaving as I watch my stepsister smugly stake her claim on my mate. "It's a spell. There is no other way he would touch her like that."

If I stopped at this point, we both would probably end up losing our minds. When the spell was finally done, the breath that I had been holding escaped my lips as a strong gust. I was so drained that I sat there like a corpse; still, unmoving. I didn’t even have the energy to take my hand off his forehead. “Valence! Let me go!” Nivaan shouted as he sat up with a gasp. “I need to go and meet Emilia. She is about to give…..” His voice trailed as his gaze landed on me. “Who are you?” His eyes widened, “Are you here to stop me from meeting my mate?”

he whispered. I closed the laptop. “Burn it.” Matteo’s POV We lit the butcher’s fire pit. Threw in the drive,the laptop and the folder. Raven watched the flames like they owed her something. “Is it done?” I asked. “No,” she said. “But the story is.” We stood there as the smoke rose. Silent. Then she reached for my hand. Not to hold it. Just to check if I’d let her. I did. And neither of us said a thing.

I knew I was in trouble but the relief that came with that orgasm had me sighing in satisfaction. "Uh oh." Rowan snickered behind me. "It seems like the slut doesn't listen." Matteo pulled his fingers out, smearing my cum on my body. He didn't say anything and it made me fearful as he removed the ball gag and the blindfold, throwing them to the ground. "I'm going to love hearing you scream, Cara." He said softly before he walked away from me, coming back with two different paddles. He raised the first one. "Three strokes with this," then, he raised the other. "Or two strokes with this?"

Matteo cries out. Before I know it, ropes of cum starts shooting in my mouth and hitting the back of my throat. “Don’t swallow any of it, Red,” Matteo warns and I listen. When he is done, he lifts me from the floor and slams his mouth on mine, collecting all of his his cum from my mouth with that soul eating kiss. My legs are wobbly; there is an ache between my legs that Matteo’s fingers wouldn’t seem to scratch. “Fuck me, Daddy,” I beg, my hands coming out to circle around his neck.