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I grind my hips against him to capture more pressure and rub the harness material into my clit. “Shit,” I hiss. “That’s so good, baby.” I’m vaguely aware that I might be getting fast and loose with the baby’s but I can’t care when he’s grinding against me too.
Out of nowhere, Raf slips away, gets to his knees and pushes me down on the bed. “That’s enough,” he growls and his eyes are like burning pools of desire. He looks feral as he spreads my legs open and moves the thin harness strap away from my pussy. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
Apparently I’m not a very good Domme because I fold instantly, slipping into submission effortlessly. I barely squeak out a yes, Sir before he’s thrusting inside of me in one powerful stroke and I’m gasping for air.
“Ay dios mío. Mierda. Estás bienmojada, Ángel / Oh my god. Shit. You’re so wet, Angel.”
He sounds so sexy when he speaks in Spanish. “Sí. Siga hablando en español, por favor / Yes. Keep speaking in Spanish, please,” I whine.
His large hands glide into the crevice between my hips and thighs, squeezing me and pulling me into him. “Este coño es perfecto. Eres tan hermosa así. / Your cunt is perfect. You’re so beautiful like this.”
As Rafael pumps into me I find pleasure not only in what he’s doing to me, but what he’s giving. His handsome face contorts like it pains him to have this much pleasure.
This, though. This power exchange. This switching of roles and the push and pull we have with each other—it makes so much sense for us. We are a million things, him and I. We don’t fit in any one category or genre. Our interests are vast and our curiosities insatiable.
He adds a thumb to my clit and I buck into his touch, chasing my orgasm like a moth to flame. “Oh Señor, sí. Más. ¡Me voy a correr! Mierda. ¡Sí! / Oh Sir, yes. More. I’m going to come! Fuck. Yes!” I whimper, and clench around him, arching my back and digging my hands into my tender breasts. But he doesn’t stop, doesn’t relent. He fucks me harder, making my orgasm span out and I’m free falling with no end in sight.
“Eso es mi ángel, úsame para tu placer. Quiero que te sigas viniendo en mi verga. Quiero que siempre estés llena de mi esencia. Dime que tu lo quieres también. / That’s it my angel, use me to please yourself. I want you to keep coming on my cock. I want you to always be full of my essence. Tell me you want it too.”
“Sí,” I whimper.
Suddenly he leans over, arching over my bump and takes my mouth in a frenzied kiss. His arm braces on one side of my head and his other hand clasps behind my neck. He bites my lips like they’re the only thing anchoring him to this world.
“I have something for you,” he whispers. Before I can form the words to ask what it is, he’s pulling something out from under his pillow. His face lifts from mine just enough for me to turn and see him holding a blue and red water gun.
“No,” I bellow in laughter as my orgasm finally dips.
“Yes,” he replies, eyes wide and grin wider. “You asked for it and this is what I’m comfortable with.”
“Oh my god. I applaud the commitment. Let’s fucking do it.”
“What’s the scene, Angel?”
Plucking the fantasy from my mental bookshelf, I say, “Your father is the city’s crime boss and you’re his heir. I’m just a girl in the wrong place at the wrong time and witnessed too much. You’ve been sent to kidnap and torture me to get information. But I’m tougher than I look! You’re beguiled by my beauty and brains, so you try to seduce-torture me with your cock and your glock.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Ang.”
“It’s hot, I know.”
He starts to peel off my strap. “Maybe someday I could be a kraken crime boss.”
I go silent as the wheels turn in my brain. “That’s not a bad idea.”
Tossing my lady cock and harness to the side, he then trails the tip of the gun against my inner thigh. “The bad idea,” his voice dropping, caressing my ears like velvet. “is me leaving here without any answers.” The gun then taps at my wet center and my entire lower half tightens in fear. He throws my hands above my head and pins them down with one of his. Faster than I thought possible, I immerse myself into the scene. “So you can either tell me what you saw by the docks, or we can play Russian roulette with your cunt,” he growls.
He. Growls.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, and then dry swallow. “I told you; I didn’t see anything.”
“You’re fucking lying, and you’re lying to yourself that I don’t turn you on. You think you’re so innocent, but you're a thief. You have information that doesn’t belong to you.” The gun thrusts inside me and the foreign object is every bit as intrusive, bizarre, and hot as I dreamed it.
My whimpers are lost under his commanding voice again when he says, “I’ll give you one minute after each pulled trigger to try and get off.” He pulls the gun out of my pussy and replaces it with his own thick length, then presses the gun firmly against my clit, making me shiver. He smirks. “You’ll have up to six minutes or no time at all.” Then he pulls back the trigger and a shot of cool water scares the living spirit out of me.
My chest frantically shakes as I try to catch my breath. Shit. I did not think I’d be this frightened, but my raging lady boner is hard as a rock, and I’m not talking about the purple dildo sitting next to me.
“Do you understand me, little thief?” he bites out, then throws his hips against me with the gun rocking against my clit.
“Yes!”
