EroticReverie

*commissioned*

Gianna left a little later and I'd went to Matteo's room, peeled off my snot covered shirt and my jeans and walked to the bathroom and cleaned my face then went back to his room and crawled into his bed in only my bra and panties. 

I was tired after crying so much and had no trouble dozing off in the soft fluffy covers of his bed.

It was a few hours later when I felt his warm body against mine. 

"Matteo?" I mumbles sleepily.

"Well nobody else better be crawling into bed with you..yeah , it's me." he says. 

I smile with my eyes shut and push myself back against him and grab his hand pulling it over me further and holding his hand in mine, to my chest.

"You tired?" he asks and kisses my neck softly. 

I nod sleepily.

"You feeling okay?" he asks. 

I nod again and he kisses my hair at the back of my head.

"You want to go to dinner tonight?" he asks.

I shrug. "sure."  I mumble.

He kisses my bare shoulder and then the back of it.

I could feel his hard cock against my ass, and his hips lightly nudging me and I smiled to myself. 

"Is that a hint?" I ask  and he kisses the ball of my shoulder. 

"No, that's my dick." he says and I laugh and he chuckles and I turn over onto my back and look at him as he lays propped on his side, hand on his cheek as his other hand then slips up and down my stomach. 

I look up at him, and smile staring at his gorgeous face, and that split lip of his that's still healing and reach up and let my thumb brush the scar gently. I think about how he wouldn't have to fight anymore if I took Sal's deal. He wouldn't have to beat up his body to take care of himself or his mother and sister. 

"What are you thinking about gorgeous?" he asks quietly and my eyes lift from his lips to his eyes. 

"Just you." I say and he smiles. 

"then why do you look sad right now?" he asks, his hand slipping over my stomach stops and he lifts his hands to brush a piece of hair behind my ear. 

I shake my head. 

"I'm not." I say quietly, his hand still cradling my face, my hand that was on his face now on his chest. 

"You're lying to me Bella.." he says softly. 

I sigh. "I have something to tell you." 

His hand goes utterly still and his entire body freezes. 

"I...it's nothing ba-...ok well it's bad but-"

"Just say it Bella." he says impatiently. 

"Sal called my phone after you left." I say.

His nostrils flare and he inhales , holding his breath and then let's it out slowly. 

"How does he have your number?" he grits his teeth.

He's not accusing me, at least I don't think he is.

"How should I know?" I say. "He said he has his ways" I mock Sals voices. 

"Why is he calling you?" he grits his teeth. 

"Fuck Matteo you're looking at me like this is my fault, like I'm guilty of something and I don't like it." I say and then it clicks. OF course his mind is going THERE. When his ex left him for his father. In that moment, I realize entertaining that shit at all was the dumbest thing I could've done, or thought of doing. 

"I just.." he starts.

I shake my head. "No, ok, I get it...but I'm not her. That's not what this is." I say. 

He lets out a relieved sigh. 

I spend the next ten minutes relaying the phone conversation to him. 

"That fucking bastard." he curses for the hundredth time after I've finished. 

"I'm gonna fucking kill him." he says pushing up and out of bed and grabs his pants from the floor.

"Matteo , what are you doing?"  I sit up and then push myself to the edge of the bed and get out of bed too and he's already buckling his pants.

"I'm going to fucking kill him!" he roars, and my eyes widen, cause I've never, ever seen him this mad, and it's scary. Though I'm not scared of him, just scared for anyone who pisses him off to this extent. 

"Matteo stop" I say and put my hands to his bare chest but he moves and snatches his shirt from the floor.

"Matteo stop!" I yell, my voice cracking, cause now I;m scared for him. Scared of what he'll do. 

"Matteo stop!" I yell again when he yanks open a dresser drawer. I gasp when he pulls out a gun.

"Jesus Matteo!" I say and he looks at me. 

"stay here." he says. 

"No" I shake my head as he tucks the gun into his pants. 

"Matteo, please just wait." I say chasing him out of his room and through the house as he storms through and goes to grab his shoes. 

"Just fucking wait a minute!" I yell. at him and grab his shirt and pull and he shrugs me off and I start to cry. 

That stops him.

"Bella" he says and he groans, frustrated. 

"Stop it. Don't cry." he says. 

"Don't leave..stay here...you need to calm down...you need to think" I say, tears running down my face.

"If something fucking happens to you" I shake my head and his lips straighten and I look at him my eyes pleading with him not to leave. 

"HE deserves to die Bella." he says.

"I don't fucking disagree." I say and then step closer and then throw my body to his, and hold him tight, wrapping my arms around him, cheek to his chest.

"But I can't let you be the one to do it." I say. "I can't let anything bad happen to you." i sniffle.

He lets out a small sigh and lifts his hands to my shoulders, then one to the back of my head as he holds me. 

"I don't want him bothering you." he says. "And he's going to...it doesnt matter if I pay him off or not....he'll still be doing his bullshit. Still be in my fucking life no matter how much I dont want him to be." He says

"You can't kill him . Trust me. I want to kill him too. For you. For your brothers. Your sister. Your mom." I choke out and he kisses the top of my head.

"Bella" he soothes me with his voice and kisses the top of my head again. 

"I didn't want to tell you. I know you've already got enough to worry about." I say. 

"Always tell me things Bella. Always. We don't keep secrets from each other." he says. 

I nod against his chest. 

"ok" I say quietly, my voice squeaky. 

"Let's go have a nice dinner ok?" he asks me and I nod..

"ok." I say quietly again. 

"Need you to put some clothes on though," he says and I laugh and squeeze him tighter with my eyes still wet from tears. 

"i wanted to wear this" I joke. as i stand in my bra and panties.

"mmm, i want you to wear that too but, if you don't want me killing anyone then we better cover you up." he says and I look up at him. 

"Ok, not funny...got it" he says and I huff and hug myself to his body again. 

--

As I'm getting ready Matteo informs that he's fighting again tonight. When I look at him as if I'm about to beg him not to he gives me a look that lets me know I can't ask him not to fight. 

I sigh and pull my hair up into a high ponytail and he slides his hands on my waist from behind.

"Don't do that." he says.

I take a second before I respond. 

"I'm not doing anything" I say tightening my pony tail as he slides his hands up and down the tight red dress I have on. The dress that made me remove my bra and panties. The bra had to go because the straps were thin and the cut was low.  The panties, because the entire dress was skin tight, hugging everything down to my mid thigh.

"You're not happy." he says. "About me fighting." he says.

"Did I say anything?" I ask and his one hand slips to my tummy where he strokes the fabric with his fingertips.

"You don't have to..I can see it on your face." he says. 

I turn and look up at him .

"Sorry for having feelings." I say, glaring at him.

He sighs and his head goes back and he breathes out a heavy sigh. 

"Listen.." he says , looking back down at me. 

"No." I say. "YOU listen. I didn't say anything , I didn't ask you to NOT fight. I know you need to. I know that alright. But it's not fair to ask me to NOT feel a certain way about it. I can't fucking help it." I say and he looks at me. 

"sue me for not wanting you to get hurt." I say. 

He grins. "I do the hurting babe." 

I roll my eyes. "Your cut up lip says otherwise." I argue.

He cocks a brow. "Had a certain someone on my mind that night, I was bit angry, and distracted."

"So it's my fault?" I ask, and cross my arms. 

"Mhmm" he says and slides his hands up my bare arms and over my shoulder and gently grabs my neck, cupping both sides with his hands. 

"You gonna fight with me again before another one?" he asks looking down at me, a small smirk on his face. 

"I'm not fighting" I say and push at his chest to back away but he steps forward as well as pulls me with his hands behind my neck, and sweeps his thumbs under my chin and lifts it. 

"That's too bad." he says and dips his mouth close to mine.

"Was hoping to fuck that little attitude out of you." he says and I hate that I let out an audible noise that lets him know hot I think he is. His smirk widens. 

"I don't have an attitude." I argue.

"Yes" he says and swipes his tongue over my lips. "You fuckin do." 

I moan as he then bites my lower lip and groans as he tugs it. 

I'm so fucking weak, and I grab his shirt and pull as I lift onto my tip toes and then grab his after he releases mine. 

"Do I need to put you in a good mood?" he asks his voice low and husky and I moan as I pull him backwards toward his bed, nodding as I kiss him and he smiles against my lips. 

I gasp as he lifts me easily and turns, and pulls me onto the bed with him, and I fall ontop of him.

"Sit on my fucking face Bella." he groans as he pulls me up and I gasp as his hands pull up the dress I'm wearing. I moan before I'm even ready to put myself over his face. His hands still tugging at the dress to get it over my ass and then he grabs my ass and pulls me higher until I'm there, and before I even get a chance, he's pulling me down to his mouth, his tongue pushing at my center, and then dragging up my slit. 

"fuck" I whisper and look down at his head between my thighs. 

He groans into my pussy. 

"how's my tongue feel baby?" he asks as he drags it again and I shiver. 

"fucking good" I pant as I rock my hips and he holds them as I work my pussy over his mouth. 

"Matteo" I moan his name as his tongue whirls and licks and pushes down and up into me, and he pushes his face into me and I squeal and curse. 

His growls vibrate against my flesh and he's loud as he eats me out. Loud as he sucks and suffocates himself betweenmy legs.

"Shit" I curse as my head goes back, because he already has me, and his tongue knows it, as it repeats it's wild licking pattern over my clit. 

"don't stop" I whine. 

"please" I cry out. 

My hips are grinding his face, my pussy pushing over his wicked tongue and my clit working against it's best friend, his hot, big, wet tongue as it laps and laps over it. 

"so fucking good" he groans and sucks my clit. I wail, my moan tearing through my throat and coming out as a scream as I start to cum. 

"KING" I cry and  he groans, his hands on my ass as I fall forward, my hands on the bed as I keep riding his mouth. 

"lick my fucking pussy" I moan, and pant and cry out again as I continue to cum.

"baby" I whine. 

"oh fuck" I cry, my arms shaking my legs trembling and I can barely stand anymore.

My pussy throbbing, my hips jump as his tongue works me still and I feel his hands leave me but his face still licking, sucking, tasting me and I whimper, my sensitive cunt stealing more of his attention even as my orgasm crashes, ending, I steal those licks that make me jump and moan. 

I hear his zipper and feel him move slightly and can tell he's pushing his pants down. 

"Put this pretty pussy on your King's cock  baby" he groans and pulls me from his face , and maneuvers me back down, straddling him on his waist as I stop to kiss him, and suck his tongue, and bite his lip, tasting my pussy, his entire mouth and chin and lower part of his face, soaked with my cum and juices. 

"You're so fucking hot baby" he groans and pushes my hips downward, as his hand reaches behind my ass, and down, and he slides the tip to my pussy and pushes me down on it. 

I moan out and my head goes back. I push my hands to his chest and sit up straighter as I rock my hips. 

"King" I moan and he groans. 

"Mmm, that's it Bella" he says, his hands working my hips, guiding them. 

"Make me feel real good baby...put that wet little pussy all up and down that fucking cock" he says and lifts me from grinding, to instead lifting up and down, his cock sliding in at out of me as I moan and curse and look at him.

"Love when you fucking call me King" he groans. 

"Makes my cock so fucking hard for you" he groans and thrusts upward and I yelp , his cock thrusting deep and almost knocking me off of him. 

"Take it baby"  he groans, and pulls me down and rolls us over quickly and is then thrusting in between my legs, his hips digging into me hard and fast.

"It's yours Arabella" he groans.

"Every fucking inch is yours" he groans and I'm fucking speechless as he drills into me, my back arching and I cry out my hands trembling as I claw at the sheets. 

"Yeah?" he groans.

"That feel good ?" he says, his voice so fucking hot as his cock sinks into me again and again.

"uh huh" I whimper and hold onto his back, my hands up his shirt, my nails digging into his back. 

"fucking queen" he grunts. 

"that's what you are Bella" he groans and his cock hurts and sends me a new wave of pleasure when it tears deeper into me. 

He grabs my legs, throwing them over his shoulders and I scream out as he hits deeper, his cock pounding hard and fast and viciously. 

"MY fucking queen."