Page 52 of Set Play

Mateo

I’m dead.

I’ve died and gone to heaven. There is no other way to explain how I got this lucky.

Élise swishes her hips a bit more than necessary as she finally crawls to me, but I am certainly not going to complain. My nails dig into my knuckles as I fight to keep my hands to myself while she trails two delicate fingers down my abs. When she reaches my sweats, she peers up at me through her eyelashes, only moving again when I dip my chin and lift my hips to ease her efforts.

The second she yanks my pants down, my cock springs free, nearly grazing the tip of her tongue as it darts out to wet her plush bottom lip. The tip is already wet with pre-cum, but more leaks out as she stares down at it.

Goddamn, if I’m not dead, she’s definitely going to be the death of me.

She settles herself between my legs on her knees, hands gliding up my thighs until one wraps around my cock, causing it to jerk in response. My head falls back and my eyes shut as a groan rumbles from my chest, but a wet, warm sensation has them flying back open. I’m just in time to see her sexy smirk as she licks my dick from root to tip before closing her mouth over it.

Setting an unhurried, determined pace, she bobs her head, taking more of me with each downward stroke. “Holy shit, Élise. So fucking good. Don’t stop, Chispita. Fuck.” The words pour out with little thought, and my hips thrust up of their own accord.

She jerks back just in time to avoid gagging, pulling off my dick with a wet pop. “Be a good boy, and stay still. Or else I’ll make you watch while I get myself off, Big Shot,” she threatens, before lowering her mouth over me once more.

Fuck if I don’t pretend like my ass is glued to the mattress after that. Even if watching her make herself come sounds hot as hell.

Her mouth is so fucking perfect, and while it may have been years since she’s done this, she clearly knows what she’s doing.

Seriously? A-plus job.

My body shakes with my resistance as I try not to thrust my hips upward and empty my load down her throat. And when she hums while my cock is in her mouth? “Fucking hell, Chispita. You’ve got to stop or I’ll come too quickly.”

The little minx ignores me, doubling her effort to tease my crown. “Please, you’re killing me. I need to be inside you.”

I’m not too proud to beg her. Plus we both know how much she likes it.

With one more mind-blowing, agonizingly slow lick along my length, she presses a kiss to the tip, before crawling her way up my body. “You want to ride me, gorgeous?” I pant, desperately listing soccer players in my mind to push my orgasm back.

Gaúcho, Messi, Pele, Maradona, Puskás…

She debates it for a moment, gliding her hot, slick center back and forth over my length. “Or do you want me to bend you over and fuck you senseless?” I lean in to whisper in her ear, nipping her earlobe before retreating.

“Both,” is all the warning she gives before she reaches between us and positions my cock at her entrance. Then, as if she’s seen into my fantasies, she impales herself, taking my entire length in one go. “Fuck!” she cries out from the sudden intrusion, collapsing against my chest.

Élise

Holy shit, can virginity grow back? Because I think mine did.

Mistakes were definitely made.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I should’ve eased into this.

A rumbling chuckle in my ear alerts me that I might have said that out loud, but the burning stretch is too overwhelming for me to care. I obviously knew he was big from having him in my hand and mouth, but I wasn’t expecting this to hurt so much.

Pressure against my hip forces me to readjust. Vaguely, I realize it’s coming from Mateo’s hand, so I lean back slightly, trying to see what the hell he is doing. His fingers expertly find my clit, rubbing gentle circles over it and immediately easing my discomfort.

His lips caress down the column of my throat, across my collarbone, down my chest, stopping to give each breast plenty of attention, before returning up to my mouth. I don’t even notice that he’s started gently thrusting up into me until his cock hits a particularly sweet spot that forces a gasp from my lungs.

“Easy, Chispita. I got you,” he murmurs into the crook of my neck.

Draping my arms over his shoulders, I give over control, rocking with his thrusts. “Fuck, Big Shot, you feel so good,” I moan as we move together, the initial pain long forgotten now that he has helped my body adjust to his size.

“You too, Chispita,” he grunts. “You look so fucking sexy riding my cock. Look like a fucking goddess.”

At his words, I drop my hips down harder, this time reveling in the bite of pain. “Fuck!” he whimpers. “Keep that up, and I won’t last long enough to bend you over.”