Mattheo Riddle Smut Novels & Stories

Her eyes went lower, and lower, to his exposed manhood which the door barely covered. "Matteo!" Emmeline screeched, covering her eyes with her hands, but Matteo spotted her pupils blinking wildly behind her hands as her eyes fixated on his nether regions. He wondered why she was behaving so immaturely since he must have given her an eyeful when he was drugged to the nines. Just remembering that incident caused his scowl to deepen. "You’re― you’re naked!" Emmeline exclaimed. "Scram. I’m busy. I have many things to do," Matteo said with a growl.

“It’s the Deputy Sect Master of the Incandescent Sect.” “He came to compete too….” Matteo was already a famous person 10 years ago. The world of cultivators called him the Evil Samaritan as he was powerful while being equally evil and righteous. Many still recognized him despite him laying low for many years. Matteo smiled under the crowd’s exclaims as he engaged his internal energy and lifted 12 Chinese White Jade boulders at once. Gasp! Many could not help but gasp upon seeing that scene!

His body went lax as he fell against his pillow. There was some rustling as Mattoe ripped open a packet of condom and rolled it over his massive length. Jamie looked at it his eyes widening. “ Did you think we were done?” Matteo asked letting out a wolfish smile. He lined his girth over his hole and thrust into his hole. His warm hole clenched tightly around him causing him to girth his teeth. Jamie gasped feeling so full. He could feel tears gather around the corners of his eyes. “ Relax” Matteo grunted into his ear sending shivers own his spine opening him up.

His cologne: something deep and smoky, wrapped around me like a dare. “I’m Matteo,” he said. I gave him a sideways glance. “Didn’t ask.” “But you were going to.” I let the silence stretch between us, then finally offered him my name. “Sareena.” His smile perked up. A little, something sharpening behind his eyes. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small photo. He laid it on the glass between us. “I wasn’t lying. Look.”

Mateo's pov They all offered me appealing gazes but I knew that was a mask underneath their menacing looks. It was safe to say that no one in the mafia could trust each other but with the way things were moving, my height of paranoia would stretch to its limit and my patience was wearing thin. “Matteo has delivered the painting… but uh, is it safe here now that girl is around?” Angelou linked his fingers together. The man has more rings in his fingers and a scar on his left eye, evidence of five failed marriages. His eyes darted left and right as he spoke as though waiting for someone or backing him up.

I said sadly and he frowned. "I have a healthy appetite when it comes to sex. You know this. I just can't seem to find the one that can satisfy me completely," he mumbled softly and I rolled my eyes. "That's what your mate is. Someone who is designed to fit you perfectly." Noah snorted and told me mates are just fairy tales the cryptids tell each other to make their long existence more meaningful." I shook my head and told him to give me a pillow and some of his blanket. He frowned at me.

"Hmm" Mathew scratched his head as he took a screenshot shot of the page of the web and sent it to Dominco along with a text that said: EVER HEARD OF THIS GUY IN YOUR ELITE ASSOCIATION BEFORE?. He wasn't expecting a reply from Dominco so he turned off his tab and placed it on the table as he sat down on the edge of the bed to finish up his stick of cigar.

Lucian said. Matteo walked to my front, unzipped his pants, and pulled my mouth open. “Let her taste what she refused.” He slid in deep, making me gag. “Breathe through it,” he whispered. “Or don’t.” Rafe slammed into me harder, Matteo pushing deeper down my throat. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Rafe grunted. “She’s close.” “Don’t let her finish,” Lucian said. “Not yet.”

Back in his seat, Mateo attempts to erase what he had just seen, not only what he saw above, but also below. The deathly slim waist outlined by prominent ribs was etched into his brain. "Then you must be an undercover spy from the police, pretending to be a prostitute. I shall have you know that this is simply a religious cult." Mateo doesn't even bother sounding serious, he states it as if it was a fact and reaches for his drawer to pull out a box of cigarette and a lighter. He lights it up and places it between his lips.

The thought alone made my hips buckle and precum seeped out of my tip making me go even more red. “Eager are we?” Matteo teased then he brushed his finger over my tip, collected the pre cum and shoved it in his mouth while moaning. That was the hottest thing I had ever seen. Once he was done, he removed his finger with a pop sound then shot me a wink. “You taste just as delicious as you look.” Whiskey transfixed on Matteo, I had failed to notice Luca coming over to me with a blindfold until the soft fabric touched my face.