“That’s Your G-Spot, & it’s About to Cum for Me.”

If you’ve been keeping up with my blog posts, you know Mattelyn’s character was adapted from my real life experiences. This Aries solar eclipse energy has me in a fiery mood, so I’m sharing some fiery erotica with you. If you haven’t read Entangled yet, (DO IT! It’s on Amazon, Kindle Unlimited, and Barnes & Noble. Book II is going to release in just 2 months, so get caught up!) this true story took place on a layover in Honolulu, Hawaii. If you’re sensitive to ADULT material, please sit this reading out. I’ve got you on the next blog ;)

Mo woke me up in the wee hours of the morning to hike at Diamond Head State Monument- a gigantic volcanic crater on the island. The experience was surreal, and oddly romantic. We shared a passionate kiss at the top of the crater, and that energy followed us back to our hotel.

“Give me a moment to freshen up?” I purred as the door to my room closed behind Mo. Ignoring me, in true fashion, he grabbed my head with both hands, and forced his tongue in my mouth. My pussy became so wet and distended, I thought it would jump off of my body to find his dick. I grabbed a fistful of his shirt to keep myself upright. Without breaking our kiss, Mo backed me into the desk next to the tv. 

Despite being aggressively horny, Mo's voice was calm, kind, and comforting, turning me on to the max. His body emitted heat, he was so excited. 

“Have you ever squirted before?” 

“No,” I whispered like a pitiful little girl. Mo smirked. 

“Take your pants off,” he instructed. 

“Mauricio, I need to freshen up.” I didn’t smell, even with the sweating from the hike, but I wanted my first time with him to be flawless.  I wanted to clean the day off of me. 

“Mattelyn, take your pants off, or I will do it for you.” 

I thought I was going to combust. I kept my eyes trained on Mo’s as I pulled my yoga pants to my ankles, and stepped out of them. Mo kicked them away, kissed my forehead, then picked me up to sit me down on the desk.

“Turn around,” Mo commanded. 

“Turn around?” I was confused because there was no room to turn anywhere. Impatient, Mo picked me up by my knees, turning my body to face the mirror on the wall behind me. My legs were spread butterfly, knees to my shoulders, revealing my wet, hot pink hole. My back rested on his chest. I was grateful for my laser hair removal session before my wedding, because that mirror was unforgiving. Mo could see everything, down to my hole’s uncontrollable throbbing. Standing behind me, my back rested on his chest, and he cuffed the back of my left knee with his hand to keep my legs apart. The anticipation was maddening. I had no idea what this man was about to do, but I surely wanted him to hurry up and do it. With his free hand, he unzipped my crop top, revealing my voluptuous, heavy, 34 D’s. 

“Oh my god,” he moaned, sucking air through his teeth. Yeah, I'm that girl. I smirked, and winked at him in the mirror. Mo seemed to take my smirk as a challenge to him, and with his free hand, licked two of his fingers. He then dug them into my wanting orifice. I gasped. My legs involuntarily tried to close.

“Open your legs right now,” he demanded, while finger fucking me harder than any dick ever had. He moaned again as I obeyed him, and relocated the arm that held my left leg to my breasts. He squeezed them, pinching my nipples while terrorizing  my hole with his other hand. The sensation was like none I’d felt before. 

“You feel that?” Mo asked, not waiting for my response. “That’s your g-spot, and it’s about to cum for me.” 

Fuck, I loved how this man spoke to me. His palm hit my clit with each thrust of his fingers, making this crazy, squelching sound. I silently prayed I wasn’t about to pee on myself because the urge to do so became incredible.

“Mo, PLEASE!” I hoarsely pleaded with him to stop before I made an embarrassing mess. 

“Uhn un, you fucking slut!” Mo said in my ear through gritted teeth as if he were angry. “This is what you wanted. You begged me for this, remember?”

Did I hear him correctly? Did this motherfucker just call me a slut? If so, why do I feel like I’m about to cum? I clawed at his head behind me, to no avail. He only stared at me in the mirror. “M-M-MMO! I got-tta PEE!” I rolled my eyes in ecstasy. His fingers seemed to go turbo speed inside of me, making my pussy sound like he was stirring a pot of body cream.

“Look at me, Mattelyn,” he commanded. “Look at me make a mess of you.” I struggled to move my eyes from watching the movie he produced between my legs, to his in the mirror. My face was contorted, his, relaxed. He wore a mischievous smirk like he was enjoying the predicament he had me in. 

Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of me, then adjusted my lower body the way he needed it. I felt like a ragdoll. Mo went back to attacking my g-spot with two fingers, then slipped his pinky in my butt simultaneously. “Ah!” I yelped. 

“Mmhmm, nasty bitch.” Mo berated in my ear before licking it, then kissing the sensitive space between my neck and shoulder. The deepest, longest orgasm erupted, making my body shudder. I clawed at Mo’s hand in my pussy trying to pull it away, but he only fingered harder, and faster. I tried to scream, but nothing came out as my lower body convulsed, and toes curled. Struggling to remain conscious, I squeezed my eyes tight, as I rode my first ever full body, vaginal orgasm. It seemed to last an eternity. 

When I finally came down from the climax and opened my eyes, I saw the mirror dripping with fluid. I knew I had to pee! Ashamed, I planned to avoid Mo for the rest of our career until he sucked the flavor of my pussy and ass off of his fingers. I stared, mouth agape in disbelief. At work, this man was a class act- a total gentleman, the consummate professional, and a very serious person. Who knew that he was also a certifiable freak? Within that 5 minute ordeal, I’d become totally turned out, and wanted more. 

I turned my back to the drenched mirror, to face Mo. I went to unzip his shorts, but he backed away, pulling my phone out of his pocket and placing it next to me on the desk.

“Clean yourself up. I’ll see you this evening at dinner.”

“Wh-where are you going?” I stuttered needily. 

“I will see you at dinner, Mrs. Landry-Shaw.”

 No his ass didn’t, I griped to myself as he exited the room. I fell asleep fantasizing of plans for my titillating future with Mo, because one thing was certain. I was gonna get that dick.

Mo’s fingers and that hotel mirror were the beginning of the end of my honor as Alec’s fiance.