COLD TRAP

MATTEO 

My eyes flutter as I kiss sp her skin, a feeling of satisfaction filling my heart so much so a small whimper escapes from my throat while I taste hure From NôvelDrama.Org.

skin. 

My wife, she does something to me, something extraordinary. She brings me to my knees at will, knowingly and unknowingly, literally and metaphorically. 

She’s all I’ve ever needed. All I’ve ever searched for. And when I gaze up at her while my tongue merges with her skin predicament is suffered by the both of us. 

r skin, I realize that this 

1 ruin her as much as she ruins. 

It makes me smile. 

My hands slip underneath her dress and find the waist of her underwear, pulling the stretchy material over her thighs until it pools at her ankles. 

I suck in a breath. 

I have seen my wife many times and in many different ways, but each time, it seems as though I am a blind man awarded an opportunity of a clear eyesight the first time in his life. 

It excites me to see my wife. It excites me to know that such an amount of wetness pools out of her because of me. It excites me to know that her pussy pulses with just a single touch from me. 

As the corner of my lips curve up into a smirk, I gaze up at her mischievously as I slowly push her legs further apart, spreading her wider for me 

A sight for fucking sore eyes. 

“I am truly a lucky man, Mirabella, you know that?” I breathe, my eyes raking across her flushed skin before settling where I want them the t sometimes fail to wrap my head around the fact that as fucked up as I am, I got so lucky with the most desirable… 

I place a kiss on the inside of her thighs, drawing a small moan from her throat. 

“Beautiful,” 

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“Gorgeous,” 

Kis 

“Incomparable woman as a life partner” My hands move behind her, squeezing her ass tight. “Just the knowing that you’ll be mine forever makes me so giddy. I love you, Mirabella, beyond words” 

Her sounds are like a reward and I chase it. I don’t wait for a replay when I delve underneath her skirt, spreading her lips open with two fingers to make more room for my desperate tongue. 

I graze my tongue over her clit. Her response is a quick gasp of my name. “Matteo… 

“I didn’t take you to be the quiet type, baby.” I goad, placing a firmer kiss on her pulsing bud while my fingers circle around her entrance. 

“Do you want me to hear you, baby?” I ask as I continue teasing my tongue over her clit. 

“Yes,” she answers on a hushed murmur. 

“Then be a good girl and let me hear you loud and clear. It comes with a reward too, princess.” I delve deeper, and a surprise firm flicker of my tongue draws a loud stream of my name from my wife. 

That’s exactly what I’m talking about. 

I incline closer, pulling her further to the edge of the bed while my tongue strokes her clit with s 

slow, torturous, and firm strokes. 

My wife’s moans louden. I perk up at her and find her in a state of bliss, Brows pinched together, head thrown back, muscles tense, beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and mouth slightly parted 

I kiss up her stomach, my hand reaching up to the top of the dress that covers her cleavage. A small rug and the material rips, her perfect breasts coming exposed. 

1 palm them, squeezing them lightly. She’s so soft and warm, so inviting. I squeeze them tighter and drag my tongue back to her center. A moan of my name elicits in her throat, her chest heaving with erratic breaths. 

“Fuck,” she moans, her right hand reaching for my head. She fists a chunk of my head and yanks my head backwards. “Matteo. 

“Yes, baby. 

“Take off your clothes, 1 want to see you.” 

I smirk. “Yes, ma’am” 

I don’t waste any moment when my hands reach for my te and rips it off my collar. My shirt is discarded next with such urgency I’m certain my buttons will all be lost by the time I return to my senses. 

My upper half is completely bare to her. My wife smiles at me, her soft hands trailing my shoulders down to my back and then moving to my chest. 

1 swallow a thick gulp and close my eyes, feeling so loved and accepted by her. It’s the way she touches me and the feral look in her eyes that does it 

I am enough–she’s said it many times, and she means it. 

“You’re so she trails off, her voice a whisper, her hand at the back of my head pushing my head into her again. I tongue her pussy, she moans loudly. “Shitf Just like that, Matteo” 

Hearing her beg for me makes my chest swell with pride. Pure bliss. But she doesn’t need to beg, seeing that I have no intention of stopping. 

I delve deeper, slipping my tongue into ber. The action draws a close mouthed moans from both of us. 

Her thighs tighten on both sides of my head, almost curing off my ability to breathe; but I’m willing to die for this pussy any day, anytime. 

My cock tightens in my pants, pushing strenuously against my zipper, forcing my throat to elicit an animalistic sound while my tongue relentlessly. plunge in and out of my wife. 

Her juices pool into my mouth, her screams loudening. “That’s what I’m talking about, princess. I need you to make so much noise everyone knows what your husband does to you.” I goad. 

“Oh!” She digs her fingers into my scalp, pulling my hair harder, Good thing I enjoy the pain. Tears are at the brim of her eyes, her bottom lip caught viciously between her teeth. “Matteo, please, too much!” 

I you before, princess, you taste too 

I whimper, my fingers digging into her skin, the pace at which my tongue strokes her unchanging. “I told y exquisite…so exquisite I am unable to get enough of you each time you let me have a taste. 

“Oh gosh,” she cries 

“Tell me I’m the only one, tell me you are mine.” plead desperately. 

Her lips tremble while she manages to get out a whisper of a “please the tears at the brim of her eyes escaping. 

She’s close to euphoric bliss. 

“Are you mine, Mirabella?” I slow down my pace as though desperately wanting to hear my answer without any form of distraction. I know things, are looking promising for us, but I can’t help the feeling of insecurity that sometimes floods my mind. 

“Yes, Matteo, I am yours.” She moans. 

“Are you sure?” I push. “Are you sure you belong to me body, mind, and soul? Are you certain that it just be me doing this to you?” 

Her pussy clenched around my tongue, her walls quivering. I hiss. 

“Yes.” She answers 

“Only mine.” I say to myself as my eyes hold her stare while I flatten my tongue on her, dragging down from her entrance to her clit and back to 

her entrance. 

Her face twists with pleasure, her body jerking. “Come for me, baby. Make a mess on my tongue.” 

In the seconds that follow, that’s what she does. She obeys my order and begins making a mess on my tongue, her screams and cries loud, her hand fisting my hair so tight I have to mutile a grunt. 

When she comes down from her high, I crawl kisses up her lips, kissing her lightly before moving to place a kiss on the top of her head. 

“Are you good? Would you like anything?” 1 breathe, urging my mind off my straining cock. 

My wife’s eyes flutter to mine as she rubs over my bulge with a smile rugging the corners of her lips. 

“What I want is for you to drop this gentlemanly act of yours and fuck me, dear husband.” 

I chuckle. She does the same. 

My brows pinch together. “As you wish, dearest wife of mine.” 

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