Entrapment (Morelli Family 7.5)

Adrian’s hips are made of magic. I reach for him, drawing him closer as he pounds into me. He feels so fucking good. He grinds hard when he slams into me, making my clit thrum with each stroke. I want his mouth. I cry out against his lips when he gives it to me, expressing my need even as he meets it. I love the full feeling of Adrian’s cock inside me. I never want this to end, but I need to please him. I want to milk every last moment of pleasure out of his cock as he spills his cum inside me.

“Mia,” he says lowly, breaking from my mouth and burying his face in my neck. He needs a shave. As the rough stubble on his face brushes me neck, I gasp at the sensation. His powerful body labors over mine, trapping me beneath his as he pumps into me. It’s fucking paradise.

Mateo knows what I need and I know he can give it to me, but it’s a whole new experience as I wait to see if Adrian does. When my pussy needs it hard and fast and rough, when he’s close but I need that last shove, he grabs my arms, pins them over my head, and tilts his hips as he slams into me.

I cry out and he does it again. And again. And again.

“Adrian!” I cry his name as he pushes me over the edge. I’m an unthinking vessel of pleasure and need in this moment, clinging to his powerful body, burying my face in his shoulder as he pushes deep into my clenching pussy and finally finds his own release.

The muscular bulk of his body comes down on top of mine and I savor the feeling. I savor the relief in his body, knowing I gave it to him.

—

Mateo’s dark gaze meets mine in the dark. I see him shake his head, then he leans in to kiss me, gathering me against his body. I can feel how hard he is. I’m already so turned on I think I might die, but the reassuring hardness of Mateo’s cock promises relief.

“You tell the best stories,” he informs me.

I’m flushed for a lot of reasons, but now faint embarrassment joins the fray. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“What happened to me?” he teases, as he bends his head to nip at my ear. “Did you just leave me there, all sexually frustrated?”

“Of course not. That wouldn’t be a happy ending. I’m sure once I recovered from Adrian fucking me, I knelt on the ground and worshipped your cock until you were satisfied.”

“Mm, good girl,” he murmurs, before dropping a kiss to my shoulder blade.

Sexy bedtime stories aren’t precisely a staple in this bedroom, but we do like to break them out from time to time. Tonight was just one of those times.

Mateo sighs as he pulls back, his hand drifting down my side. “Of course you want the one thing in the world I can’t give you.”

I catch his hand, trailing kisses down his arm. “What are you talking about?”

He tugs his hand free and lets it drift between my legs. “Adrian’s cock,” he teases.

My face warms and I swat at his sexy abdominal muscles. “It was just a story. Believe me, the only cock I need is yours.”

“I know that,” he says, easily. He’s not remotely threatened. “But you’d like to play with Adrian one night, just for fun. I don’t like you wanting things I can’t get you.”

“I told you, it’s only a story. I wasn’t saying I really want to bang Adrian.”

Mateo rolls his eyes. “Yes, but I’m the king of bullshit, so I know it when I hear it.”

I shove against him as he pins me to the bed, moving on top of me. “It is not bullshit. Fantasies aren’t necessarily real wants. You already make all my other fantasies come true; I need to keep at least one, don’t I?”

“No,” he says, simply. “I want to make all of them come true. That’s what makes this one so inconvenient.”

I shrug, looking up at him. “Can’t help what I like.”

He’s hovering over me, but now he lowers himself to steal a kiss. His voice is husky with promise, taking my arousal to new heights, as he assures me, “I would double team you with Adrian if I could.”

“Oh, would you?” I murmur.

“Mmhmm.” His lips move down the column of my neck. “If it wouldn’t completely ruin his life, I would make it happen.”

Given Mateo’s track record, I feel the need to assure him, “Yeah, I definitely do not want an Adrian threesome at the cost of his happiness. Again, just a fantasy—in case you were hatching any dastardly plans in that sexy brain of yours.”

Mateo shakes his head. “To be honest, I’m not positive Adrian could handle you, even if he didn’t have Elise. I’m not sure you’ve noticed, but men tend to desire you near the point of madness, then if one finally manages to fuck you, he’s generally ruined for all other women.”