Chapter 4

Chantal’s POV

Mateo’s waist pounded onto me. Then, while waiting for a word to come out of my mouth, he held both my hands.

I didn’t feel any nervousness. Instead, I focused on what I felt while Mateo’s bulge was pressed against my body.

Mateo’s heavy breath was heard across the room. I was moaning silently, and as I closed my eyes, I was suddenly pulled backward and thrown on the bed like a bag of groceries.

Mateo looked at my messy hair and slowly removed his belt. My heart was beating faster, and my throat felt dry as I looked at Mateo and what he was doing.

How can a man be this handsome?

I was looking at his broad shoulders… His masculine build was hard to look at… And his face…

I stood up and held Mateo’s face. I touched his brows, his lashes, nose, and lips. Mateo let me explore his face as his hands roamed around my tiny body, and he was looking at me.

Mateo’s hold on my waist loosened up, and he was about to step back when my lips were placed into his.

His eyes widened. He didn’t expect me to kiss him. Instead, he just stood in front of me, letting me kiss his lips.

Mateo removed my shirt, then my skirt. His tongue met one of my tits as his hand played with the other.

I grasped the bedsheet hard, trying to control my moan from going out.

All of the lights in the room were on, and if there were a chance that someone would pass by my windows, we would be seen.

I was lost in awe when Mateo said, “Are you ready?”

I looked at him, confused, and at the same time, I lowered her gaze to Mateo’s body. I almost melted when I realized what I saw.

“D-did you ask me something like that? That night?” I asked in a daze.

Mateo’s jaw clenched, and he used his hand to support him as he leaned towards me, “No.”

“Ahh, Mateo!”

And then, his sword entered my pearl. Mateo didn’t stop and stayed focused on how hard he planned to pound himself onto me.

My toes curled, and only my cries could be heard inside the room. Mateo was confused as he didn’t hear me moaning and asked in-between thrusts, “You don’t like what I’m doing?”

I looked at him. “I can’t make noise! My housemaids could hear us!” I hissed.

Mateo smirked and leaned to my ear while pounding my pearl, “Please do make some noise! That voice of yours turns me on.”

I blushed, and Mateo held my waist and turned me, making my back face him. Mateo spat on his hand and wet the tip of his sword before putting it in.

As Mateo continued to pound me from the back, he enjoyed how my butt wiggled as his waist made contact with my ass.

Mateo also saw how I tightly held onto the pillow.

Suddenly, he stopped and gently pulled his sword.

Why did we stop?

Mateo lay on the side of the bed, looking at me as I was catching my breath.

“Do you want me to take you to a hotel to finish this?” Mateo asked me seriously.

I only looked at him in disbelief. I knew suppressing the moans hurt my throat, but I had no choice. However, going to the hotel would rather turn me off.

I didn’t answer Mateo and turned away.

“Get your clothes.”

I felt the other side of my bed become empty, which made me turn and see that Mateo was putting on his clothes again.

“Are you serious?” I asked Mateo, and he looked at me with a serious face.

Really? I asked myself in disbelief.

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“Ahhh…”

My moan filled the car as Mateo played with my pearl. Mateo couldn’t remove the smile from his lips while listening to my cries. His left arm was on a steering wheel, and the other played with my pussy.

I couldn’t contain myself as I felt something swirling in my stomach. “I’m coming!”

As I said it, Mateo pressed on brakes and decided to stop the car beside the sidewalk and focused more on accelerating the pace.

“Ah! Mateo!”

“Ugh!”

My pearl squirted a white liquid, which surprised Mateo. My eyes were closed, and while Mateo took out a tissue from the compartment in front of me, he couldn’t help but stare. My body was skinny but not too skinny, my face was round, and my cheeks were red.

Mateo gulped hard and looked forward while wiping his wet hand. He looked at me and then at the hard bulge on his pants.

“Are you tired?”

“What? Why?” I asked.

Mateo pressed on the gas as I put my shorts back. I straightened myself when I realized where the car was going, “Mateo! I can’t—”

The man just smirked and said, “I helped you. So it’s your turn to help me.”

Both of us entered a hotel that Mateo had booked beforehand. Mateo entered the room and sat on the table. He took out his bulge as I kneeled before him with handcuffed hands. I swallowed hard as I looked at the thing in front of my face.

Mateo smirked, running his hand through my hair, and said, “This is going to be a long night, so prepare yourself, my soon-to-be wife.”