UNHOLY DESIRE

DEIRDRE POV

DAY FIVE

Matteo leaned into me, his lips hovering over my ear as he whispered, “Do you want me to stuff you like a turkey?”

My eyes widened, and my cheeks burned.

Fuck! I hadn’t heard of that before until now. I turned around, ensuring no one had heard him other than me.

“Deirdre,” Matteo whispered, his voice low and husky, “Open up.” He tapped my thigh, wrapped his arms around me from behind, and he pulled me into him.

His idea was for us to sit close to each other when we arrived; I never knew he had other motives.

Pushing my skirt up, his hand slipped inside my thigh, and I clamped them together, locking his hand in the process.

“We are in public,” I hissed.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Does it matter, baby? You are my wife.” Matteo murmured, prying my legs open.

I was glad my legs were under the table. I couldn’t imagine someone knowing we were being naughty right now. My stomach churned with nerves, and I bite my lower lip.

Rubbing his index finger over my pant briefly, he slipped it into my moist pussy.

“Fuck,” I bit my lower lip hard to stop myself from moaning. We were in public, I chanted over again, my eyes darting around to ensure we were not being watched for the second time.

No one seemed to be paying us any attention. There was only an old couple sitting two tables away who had been giving each other odd glances but didn’t seem too concerned. Matteo’s long, slim fingers stroked my slit, and I shuddered.

“Matteo,” I said quietly but firmly, squeezing his shoulders, “stop.”

“Stop what, darling?” he asked, his eyes widened as if he hadn’t realized all that he was doing.

“We can do that when we get to the room. What if someone sees us? I mean, it’s embarrassing to get finger fucked in public!”

Whether Matteo heard me or not, he didn’t act like it. Instead, he pushed a finger inside me, and another, then a third after that, bestowing me a sheepish smile.

“Can we return home?” I said through clenched teeth.

He was going to make me cum and fucking scream out his name. People would know what we were up to.

As if embarrassing myself on the bonfire night wasn’t enough.

“Yes, darling. Are you done here?” Matteo asked.

“I nodded.” I never wanted to come anyway.

Leslie had forced me to partake in the Thanksgiving, saying it wouldn’t make a lot of sense if I decided to sit it out since I wasn’t at home.

So, she had wanted me to witness the one that was being held on the island.

Matteo released his hand from my pussy, wiped it with a handkerchief, stuffed it inside his pocket, and stood to his feet.

“Can you stand?” He asked.

I nodded, standing. But my knees buckled, betraying me. It felt as if I still had his fingers inside me.

Matteo wrapped his arms around my waist, steadying me and leading me towards the path of the cottage.

It was only a three-minute walk from where we were.

And no, we didn’t get to the cottage.

Finding a large tree, Matteo pushed me into it.

“I want to fuck you so bad, Deirdre, and I don’t think I can get home to do that.” He said, his eyes darkening.

I didn’t even care that the rough bark of the tree was sensitive to my skin; I looked him in the eyes and said, “Then do it, Matteo, and about what you said earlier, stuff me with your dick. I want you in me.”

I guess that was the encouragement he needed.

His hands cupped my face as he captured my lips in a hungry, frenzied kiss. I ran my hands down his chest and up under his shirt, trying desperately to bring him closer.

His lips left mine to trail kisses along my jaw and down my neck.

Matteo sucked my neck while he removed my skirt and shirt before sliding his thumbs underneath my panties. The soft pad of his finger brushed against my clitoris, and I shivered, leaning back against the trunk of the tree.

The kiss continued until our mouths were slick with saliva and our breathing was heavy, and then Matteo pulled away, looking into my eyes and smiling wickedly.

“Have you ever been fucked by a tree?”

“No,” I shook my head, reaching for him.

“Brace yourself, sweetness. I am about to take you on a ride of your life.” He licked his lips slowly. His breath smelled like strawberries, and I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling.

Gripping my hand, he pushed me back further into the tree so I was practically sitting and his head hovering above mine.

Unhooking my bra, he lowered his head to one of my breasts and took a nipple into his warm mouth.

“Fuck… Matteo…” I muttered as he suckled gently.

He made little circles with his tongue around my sensitive bud, and I arched up into his touch.

Matteo hoisted me, and my legs instinctively wrapped around him. He laved my swollen nipple into his mouth, making me gasp sharply. I dug my nails into his scalp, pulling and tugging slightly at his hair.

He was so talented at this – sucking my breasts and nibbling on them. When his hands moved downwards, my breath hitched again. They cupped and kneaded my ass, squeezing it tightly and making my thighs shake.

Matteo let me down, I sat on the moist grass, and he parted my thighs.

He cupped my swollen pussy through the thong of my pant. The friction was agonizing, but I moaned when he began moving in small circles, circling my clitoris and rubbing it roughly.

It drove me crazy, and I bucked against his hand, whimpering. “Fuck, Matteo. Please…”

I could feel myself coming, a sharp spike shooting through me, pulsating through the rest of me and out into Matteo’s waiting mouth.

Matteo unbuckled his belt swiftly, slipped out his dick, and thrust into me. He stilled, groaning, his mouth reaching for mine.

My body shuddered. I thought I was done, but I guess it was just the beginning.

Matteo fucked me, shuddering as his cock twitched inside me. He growled something incomprehensible and thrust deeper inside my pussy, groaning loudly.

The orgasm built again, my hips moving erratically beneath him, and then Matteo grunted.

“Come for me, Deirdre,” He breathed, pushing harder and faster.

With a high-pitched scream that was drowned by his lips, I came apart onto his shaft, clinging onto him like he was the only thing keeping me alive.

Not long afterward, he came as well, collapsing on top of me.

“Are you alright, dearest?”

“I… yes,” I gasped, trying to sit up. Matteo grabbed my hips and held me firm in position, preventing me from getting off the ground.

“I am fine. Let’s leave here,” I mumbled, my voice hoarse, and pulled myself up with Matteo’s help. Likewise, he helped me into my skirt and searched for any debris in my hair as well as the wrinkles on my clothes.

The last thing I wanted was to appear like a deranged woman who was dragged around the forest.

Then he wrapped his arms around my waist again.

I sighed, resting my cheek against his shoulder, my hands fiddling with the buttons on his shirt.

He led me to the condo, and immediately, I jumped on the bed. I was exhausted, and all I wanted was to have a good rest.

Matteo did the same, and he pulled me into his arms. The scent of his cologne, combined with the heat radiating from his body and the way he was breathing, lulled me to sleep.