Claimed by The Rogue Alpha
Claimed By The Rogue Alpha Chapter 79

==Olivia==

Matteo's surprise was unmistakable. I couldn't for the life of me say what'd moved me to relay my thoughts. I would have kept quiet, I should have but no. My mouth had worked faster than my brain. And now, his gaze grew more intense and I uncomfortable as I couldn't tell what could be going on in his mind.

And I couldn't even apologise because I didn't know if I was meant to. Rather, I stood like a moron, watching him. The silence that sat between us sharp, it could cut through diamonds. Then, he caught me off guard by advancing towards me. I didn't move, and I knew why I didn't. I wanted to have him.

"No, I haven't," he said, still with his steps, "but there's always a first time."

He got to where I was and leaned towards my ear. "Don't you think so?"

Gradually, he moved his head to my face. Without batting an eye, I said, "f**k me."

He didn't move, but rather held his gaze. I grew scared, sensing my desperation was so clear, he'd felt it. It must have turned him off.

Instantly, my heart sank to my stomach. But before I could rue further, he planted a kiss on my lips, sucking up my thoughts. I had a sharp intake of hair, as he pulled my hair. I cupped his cheek, going deeper with the kiss.

Matteo nipped a bit at my bottom lips while his other hand groped my b****t. I moaned. I was hopeless. Any little thing got to me, making an animal out of me. I grabbed his lips aa though tomorrow was not certain, and well, yes. Tomorrow wasn't certain. This was my last day here. I might as well get him to f**k me so hard like I had always fantasised about.

He lifted me off the floor, making me straddle him. Lips glued together, we moved forward.

"How do you want it? Hard, soft?" he asked, breathed on my lips. I didn't reply, couldn't bring myself to. I however, tugged at his polo, wanting desperately to get it off. He set me down on the ground and crouched in front of me.

I rolled up his shirt hastily as my body was pumped with hormones. With the shirt off, I planted a kiss on his nipple. He moaned. I went on, planting kisses all over his torso, getting down to his groin. As I neared, I fondled with his zipper. Then, he tapped me, halting my movement.

I looked up at him.

"What are you doing?"

I bit my lip, and then looked away-going on to tug his zip down. He left me to do my thing and I rolled down his boxer shorts. His large p***s came to view. I held it and began stroking. Matteo's moans filled my ears. They only prompted me to shove a quarter length of organ in my mouth.

"F**k," he growled. I went with the back-forth motion, till I couldn't have my mouth ached. I climbed on top of him, bringing him to lie flat on the floor. I took off my gown, and laid flat on him, plastering his nipples with kisses.

Matteo's fingers reached for my back and unhooked my bra. My b****t fell flt on his chest. Slowly, I pulled from him, watching him gaze at my breasts. I liked that look on his face.

He looked me in the face and rose to meet my lips. We locked lips together in a tight and Matteo rolled me over to the floor.

We'd switched positions now. His kiss left my lips and got to my weak spot. That neck of mine that appeared to be laden with more nerve cells than my clitoris. As he kissed me, he breathed me in. "Ow. F**k. F**k."

Soon, he left my neck and got to my shoulder. I gripped his, my lips parted in ecstasy. Slowly he got to my cleavage.

"I love what I see, Olivia," he said, his lips making an impact with my n****e. "You drive me crazy." He licked my n****e. F**k, his tongue was actually running over it.

"Oh...oh." I hissed. Electricity coursing through me. It left me numb. Matteo's hands then cupped my breasts, he massaged them and my entire senses lost hold of me. I can't... F**k, I can't handle this.

"Time to pay you back in kind," he said. I wondered what he meant by that, but as his hands left my boobs, I kinda got an idea of what he meant. While I was about catching my breath, he struck again. His breath bruised my navel. There, he planted a kiss, before tugging my panties off. Having had it removed, he shoved his face into me and I cried.

"F**k." His tongue worked around and I trembled from the sensation. Using his finger, he traced my vulva. I squeezed my eyes shut, my legs spread wide apart for him to have full access. He slid in a finger and I hissed. "F**k, Matteo. F**k." In went another and I coughed out his name. "Oh, f**k. Oh f**k."

Matteo was so f*****g skilled. The feeling of his finger in me burst my brain.

"And now for the main deal," he said, pulling his finger away. Turning me over, I laid faced down. I didn't need to be told what he wanted to do. Although, dazed, I was aware of what he had in mind.

He bruised my butt cheeks with kisses. With dreary eyes, I saw him walk to a section in the room and pulled open a built-in safe of some sort. I wasn't sure. I remained face down on the floor, moaning

He drew out a lube and began advancing towards me. Then, I felt the liquid spilled the liquid on my butt cheek. He then rubbed the liquid into my butthole and for a moment, I felt self-conscious. However, before I could go further with my embarrassment, he cut into me. I jam my eyes shut, my lips forming an 'o'

"F**k." I moaned.

No. No, I couldn't for the life of me get away from this bliss.