27) I lied to you

The last time a man touched me like this he was drunk and wanted to hurt me, but Matthew is so hungry and sweet at the same time that I can't convince

myself that it is better to get away before it's too late.

I never imagined his lips were so soft, unlike his

muscles, which make me feel so small and helpless in his arms that I almost feel like it

to let him embrace me and nestle in his chest, even if his tongue at this moment pushes so hard against mine that I find it hard to follow the rhythm and I let him guide me in every single move.

I sigh heavily against his mouth as he suddenly brings his hand up

at the height of my head, but I'm too distracted by the way the tip of his tongue

caress my palate to understand what he wants to do.

My mouth is tiny compared to his, but it drives me crazy the way he sighs

on my cheek, while in a quick gesture he hurries to free my hair from the elastic

which gathered them into a high, tight ponytail, but doesn't give my soft locks time to

come down along my shoulders he hurries to sneak his fingers in and pinch my hair with

both hands.

At his gesture I instinctively put my hands on his chest, and then push my fingers away again

as if I had been shocked when his muscles stiffen at my touch, but

before letting my arms fall to my sides Matthew hastens to free a hand

to reach my wrist and drag my fingers up again to force me to

caress his broad chest.

I can't help smiling between his lips when I understand he liked my gesture, so I hurry to remove my hand from his chest again with the intention to reach the hem of his shirt with the fingers of both hands, and then drag the shirt

higher and higher under, feeling every inch of his muscles contract

at my touch.

"Fuck." - I hear him mutter between my lips when my hands reach his chest under the shirt again , crossing a light down and sliding on the light layer

of sweat that makes his skin shiny and irresistible.

It leaves me stunned when he pushes his lips away from my mouth, hurrying to remove

his shirt to allow me to admire his body so close, but when my eyes finish on his chest, I get paralyzed and can't move my fingers even a millimeter on his skin, but I try not to show myself amazed in front of his eyes and imitate

his own serious and indifferent expression as he stares at me from above.

«I know you like it.» - he whispers with a raucous and sensual voice, making me assume an angry face as I prepare to argue, but once again he decides to take my breath away

and brings a hand to the height of my abdomen, grabbing my sweatshirt in a fist to

drag me to his monstrous body, without ceasing to intimidate me with his pupils clearer than usual.

«I don't want to see this on you anymore.» - he threatens me with a cold tone from above, squeezing my shirt between his fingers to make me understand that it refers to my sweatshirt, but at his words

I can't help but look him confused and perplexed at the same time.

"You said that I look better in a sweatshirt." - I try to remind him, but also to make him understand that he is truly a moody and incomprehensible man, even if my voice becomes softer

when his free hand ends at the zipper of my shorts.

"I lied." - my heart leaps when I realize his words, but as soon as I'm about to smile showing my teeth a few millimeters from his mouth, from my lips

suddenly an involuntary groan comes out when he pulls down the zipper of the shorts

unfortunately I decided to wear this morning.

I blush violently when my pupils cross his a few inches away again, but instead of kissing me again to hide my face,

he purposely stays away to study my reaction, as if he wanted to know the effect he has on me.

I feel my legs go limp and I struggle to stand up when I feel him gently touch my mount of Venus with the back of one hand, while the other hurries to fist the hem of my shorts with the intention of pulling them down

slowly.

His grimace is so serious that I can hardly take my eyes off his, but even if

I can't hold back the blush right now, I try to mimic his grimace to show him that I am able not to go crazy in front of a man like him.

I dig my nails into his muscles as he starts pulling my shorts down, while with his thumb he goes in search of my clitoris, but once again I take the inside of my cheek between my teeth and I squeeze it so hard not to moan and throw my head back for pleasure, even if right now it looks like my lower abdomen

it's going up in flames.

Charlotte! Come back to reality, damn it!

When my shorts drop so low that they slide until they reach the

floor, I try to convince myself to run away from the gym in my underwear, just to return home before I get to the point of not being able to stop, but every

single particle of my skin right now trembles for the desire to be

caressed by his rough and protective hands.

It's Matthew, damn it! I have in front of me a bastard who has been working for less than a month in

this gym, but it has already entered between the legs of all the women who attend this place!

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