Page 77 of A New Days Don

“I’m right here,” I murmur, placing my knee between her legs and shielding her body, “Nobody will ever hurt you again. Anyone who so much as thinks about it will be skinned alive and suffocated on their own cock.”

My beautiful angel’s jaw falls open at my proclamation. All I can bring myself to do is grin as she processes my words.

“I can’t tell if you are joking or not.” Her eyes are watery, but her voice is light, as if my ruthless nature amuses her.

“Oh, I’m deathly serious, sweetheart.” I purr. She giggles at that, though it’s a giggle thick with emotion, but I still bathe in its beautiful sound, “Lift your hips.”

She blindly follows my instructions with all the credence in the world. I slip her pants down slowly, taking my time releasing her from the confines, shifting to get around my body before shucking them off blindly.

I slowly caress a gentle line up her inner thigh with my knuckle and groan when I slip through her arousal before lightly teasing her panty-covered clit. She moans, her eyes closing, making me pull my hand away. Her eyes open, fiery desire and confusion meeting my gaze.

“Eyes on me. I want you to know who is pushing you over the edge.” I grunt as my dick twitches.

“Don’t, Mas.” She whines, and I would teasingly scold her for being a little needy brat if it weren’t for the nickname that spilled from her lips. Mas.

Everything around me, every particle, every atom, every pulse of energy stops. Mas.

I’m her Mas.

My lips land on hers, and even though I want to close my eyes and ride each and every wave of passion and pleasure wracking through my body, I don’t pull my gaze off of her. Her eyes droop, becoming more and more heavy with each slide of my lips against her, and my tongue drives into her mouth, making her yelp and moan so beautifully. I sing her song with her, moaning as I slowly, carefully grind my bulge against her warm center.

I pull away, both of us panting as we try to ground ourselves, “Panties are next.”

I warn her about this, knowing she will be a little more sensitive the moment the cool air breezes her swelling, wet pussy, then I pull them off. Leaving her bare.

Fuck.

Her body trembles underneath mine. I let my hand wander over the soft expanse of her chest and stomach. With a gentle touch, I tease the little hairs on her pussy and her back arches for me.

“Ready?” I whisper, and she nods furiously.

I don’t waste any more time before I sink my index finger into her sopping pussy. She gasps, her eyes widening as I breach the tight entrance. She looks panicked as I press deep inside of her. I am about to pull out, but she cums violently. As if the years of pent-up tension and pleasure finally explode out of her and it. Is. Beautiful.

She cries and writhes beneath me, her cunt suffocating my finger as her cum leaks out of her, around my finger, and down my palm. My tongue meets the edge of the drip, slipping down my palm, and I lick all the way up, lapping and collecting every drop of her sweet, tangy essence. I groan against her pussy like a starved man and devour her.

This one taste of her has ruined me. It took my whole world, destroyed every understanding I had about life, and upended my reality.

Her chest, neck, and cheeks are flushed as she looks down at me with a look of wild abandon that I could easily get hooked on—like cocaine, and I’m the addict. Desperate for more. She will give me more.

Need, hunger, and lust mix together as they seep deep into my bones. Her hips try to buck me off her overstimulated pussy. No.

I growl into her pussy, feasting on her. I can barely breathe, but I am ready to die right where I lie.

“Mas… Please… It’s too much,” her voice is raspy from crying out her orgasm, and my cock spurts more pre-cum into my boxers at the sound of her post-orgasm voice saying my nickname. MINE.

I pull from her now puffy pussy lips with her cum coating my lips and the scruff on my chin. Mila’s eyes dip to my pants, and my cock throbs in response, calling to her, loving every ounce of her attention. He knows who owns him.

My hips buck forward of their own accord, rubbing at her center. Every nerve in my body becomes alight with awareness of the mere fractions of an inch that separates her warmth from my cock.

“C–” Mila pauses. Her pink, post-orgasm cheeks burn bright red with what I can only assume must be embarrassment or uncertainty from what she was about to say.

“Yes, angel,” I grin, and her eyes drift to where her cum is most likely glistening against my skin and stubble.

“Never mind.” She tries to push it off.

Oh, no, we aren’t doing that.

I grip her chin between my forefinger and thumb, keeping her eyes on me, “Don’t feel embarrassed or shy. This is you and me. Tell me what is on your mind.”