We got back to the apartment after a match that left us full of adrenaline. Colo Colo had won and I was euphoric. The moment we closed the door, Mateo gently pushed me against the hallway wall, his big, warm body pressing into mine.
âIâve been imagining this the whole matchâŚâ he growled against my neck.
His hands went straight to my waist, gripping me hard as he kissed me with raw hunger. I was still wearing my cropped Colo Colo jersey and tight jeans. I felt him getting hard against my belly, and that turned me on even more. I ran my hands over his bare chest, lightly scratching his defined abs.
He spun me around effortlessly, leaving me with my back to himâjust like in our favorite photo. His large hands slipped under my jersey and moved up to my breasts, squeezing them possessively while his mouth gently bit my shoulder. I moaned when he pinched my already hard, sensitive nipples.
âMateoâŚâ I sighed, pushing my ass back against his erection.
He let out a low growl, unbuckled my belt with one hand, unzipped my jeans, and slid them down my hips along with my thong, leaving me exposed from the waist down. He didnât bother taking off my jersey. He just pushed it up a little more, exposing my stomach and the underside of my breasts.
He bent me forward slightly, my hands braced against the wall. I felt him pull down his shorts, and a second later, the thick, hot head of his cock was rubbing against my wet, throbbing entrance.
âYouâre soaking wetâŚâ he whispered hoarsely, and with one deep thrust, he buried himself completely inside me.
I let out a long, loud moan. He felt enormous, filling me completely. His hands dug into my hips as he started fucking me with hard, steady strokes. Every time he drove in, my body shook and my breasts bounced under the jersey.
âHarderâŚâ I begged between gasps.
Mateo didnât hesitate. He grabbed my ponytail, pulling it to arch my back more, and picked up the pace. The sound of his pelvis slapping against my ass filled the room, mixed with my moans and his deep grunts. One of his hands moved down to my clit and rubbed it in fast circles while he pounded into me relentlessly.
I came hard, clenching tightly around him, shaking and screaming his name. But he didnât stop. He kept fucking me through my orgasm, drawing it out, until my legs could barely hold me up.
Then he lifted me in his arms, carried me to the couch, and sat me on top of him, straddling his lap. My jersey was still on, pushed up high. He entered me again, this time looking into my eyes as I sank down onto his thick cock. His strong hands gripped my ass, guiding my movements while I rode him.
âYouâre mineâŚâ he growled, sucking on one of my breasts through the fabric.
I came for the second time, pulsing around him. Only then did Mateo let go. He pulled me tight against him and came deep inside me, hot and powerful, moaning my name against my neck.
We stayed like that for a whileâsweaty, panting, my Colo Colo jersey still on and his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, exactly like in that photo we both love.
That night I realized I donât just love Mateo⌠I love how he makes me feel: desired, thoroughly fucked, and completely his.
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