Novel & Cerita Mattheo Riddle Smut

That was intense, to some people it may be too intense but Matteo had a dynamic that transcends what normal people call sex. He looked at me as I stayed on the floor still trying to catch my breath, I was breathing hard and wild. My hair was disheveled and spread all over my face, with cum and spit stains on my face. I heard him mutter something, but what I made out of it was him saying beautiful, I raised my brows wondering if he was sane or not. I looked like a mess, in a sex doll kind of way and what he could say about it was. Beautiful.

He smiled at his father, it was an urgent matter that he was going to attend and the main reason was that Matthew doesn't want his father to know that he can't even solve a small riddle, "Are you sure my boy?" asked his father getting up from the chair, brushing the creases on his suit, "It's ok dad I am fine" assured Matthew with a smile, his dad nodded and left holding his Luna's hand, Matthew was back to his business, he started scrolling on his phone to find the answer on the internet, many things were displayed, many kinds of animal photos with crippled bodies but none showed the exact answer, ******* Myra was enjoying her day back, playing around, collecting wildflowers, and sleeping o

Like glass left too long in a fire, beautiful until it just… cracked. “I’m done holding back,” Matteo finally said. I looked up from the blueprints spread across the table. “What are you saying?” He didn’t answer right away. He just walked over, placed Rafael’s video message in the center of the table, and hit play again. His brother’s muffled cries filled the room. Everyone flinched. “This—” Matteo pointed at the screen, “—this is the line. The last f*cking line.” No one argued. Not even me.

“No, thanks.” Matteo mirrored my position, his gangly legs shooting straight out, and locked in on the night sky. I’d overheard Daddy say Matteo was very smart, and he even skipped a grade last year. He said he’d be just like Mr. Vitale. Sometimes he even talked like him. Of course, I wasn’t all that impressed. After a long silence, he said, “There’re a billion stars, Nutella girl, and they all shine for you. My mama shines for my pa, but you will shine for me. Right?”

my voice was low, but he heard me. "I can smell your arousal, and I know your body better than you do. So right now, I know you want me to fuck you," Matteo turned me around in his arms, and now I was staring at him. "Do you have to be so vulgar?" I questioned, staring at his half-buttoned shirt.

Henry stuttered, His mom's face scrunched up in disapproval. "Which friend? Did I ask you to bring a friend to your father's burial? Don't you have respect for a lady? Is this how you'll continue? Even at your dad's burial, you still have the guts to bring a slut? Who knows if this is why you haven't met your mate?" she lashed out, leaving me unsure whether to feel happy or sad at being called a slut while also being worried for his mate. "Mum! Not her, for goodness sake! She's my mate, not a slut!" Henry exclaimed, and I looked up at him in shock. Did he just claim me as his mate?

Press the red symbol on Matthew's phone screen, I canceling the call before it connects. "Satya..., this Rena was touched by dirty men!" He's so noisy! "Look first!" I pressed the back of her head forward to see how Rena was okay with every stimulation coming from the men. "Oh, God!" Matthew is funny. He covered his face with both hands, but his fingers gave his eyes full access to the scene on the phone screen. "Why? You're also getting horny seeing Rena being fucked, right?" I did. My cock quickly rose and filled up just by hearing Rena's plea to be satisfied.

His scent—cedar, smoke, him—filled my lungs and steadied me. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't know. I didn't know I—" "Shh," he said. "You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." I looked up at him. His silver eyes were soft, tender. Nothing like the cold playboy everyone saw. "I'm a Mute Omega," I said. My voice was raw, barely a whisper. "That means I'm—" "Dangerous," he said. "Yeah. I heard."

The gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, whispering the echoes of hidden truths that had tainted my world. Patricia's confession, her revelation of carrying a child that did not belong to her mate, Luke, replayed in my mind like a broken record. The betrayal, the tangled web of deceit, tore at the fabric of our friendship, leaving wounds that I feared might never heal. How could I reconcile the image of the innocent girl I had known with the woman who had succumbed to temptation?

Slowly, he guided me back until my feet hit the soft sand, the cool grains a stark contrast to the fire raging between us. Kneeling before me, Matteo pressed his lips to the inside of my thigh, his stubble grazing my sensitive skin and sending shivers rippling through me. His dark eyes flicked up to meet mine, and the wicked smirk on his lips told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me. "You smell incredible," he murmured, his lips brushing the apex of my thighs. "So sweet, so ready for me."He says appreciatively.