Open Your Mouth
SOFIA’S POV**
Three days.
For three long, torturous days Matteo kept me in a state of constant, dripping need.
He made me sleep in the ruined wedding dress the first night. The second night he allowed me a silk robe — but nothing underneath. Every morning he would wake me by sliding his thick fingers between my thighs, teasing my swollen c**t and dipping just the tips inside my aching virgin hole, only to stop right before I could come.
He fed me by hand at the grand dining table. He made me kneel at his feet while he worked in his office, my head resting on his thigh as his fingers idly stroked my hair… and occasionally dipped lower to pet my bare, leaking p***y.
By the evening of the third day, I was a trembling, desperate mess.
My virgin cunt throbbed constantly.
