ASTRID’s POV
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Mateo, please."
He obviously loved me begging.
His lips trailed down to my inner thighs and he bit me with his teeth. What was supposed to be painful instead sent shivers down my spine, and I tried to free up my hands, but I couldn't.
"Weren't you just about to f**k your husband earlier?"
Why was he suddenly interested in all of these questions? I was so frustrated.
"Mateo.. He fell asleep.. Do you want me or not?" I asked angrily.
He sniffed my hair and closed his eyes.
"You smell like roses, Astrid, and you are so pretty."
"Well, then f**k me."
He stood on his feet, pushed his pants down and his d**k sprang out. It looked very thick, and veins were all over the top. He was so very hard, that I almost cried out just staring at it.
"Your d*
