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“Yes. To take the edge off. Trust me, sucking your dick is no sacrifice,” she said.
He growled, and the sound reverberated through her. God. If he didn’t fuck her fast, she’d come from their dirty talking alone. He continued to squeeze her ass, and slowly parted her cheeks for easy access to her entrance. “Aren’t you the good Samaritan?”
“In this position I don’t feel like the good anything.”
He produced a liquid and squirted it in his palm, then lathered it into her hole. She arched back, every part of her painfully aware. “What’s that?” she asked.
“This is an oil I use. Relax, amada. This ass is so amazing I promise I’ll treat it like it deserves to be treated.”
She exhaled and decided to face the pillow again. Her neck started to hurt, and she needed all the focus to deal with Santiago about to claim her anus.
The second his index finger entered her passage, she winced. With the other hand he intensified the strokes on her flesh, calming her like she was some kind of mare in heat. Her hips undulated playfully, without her thinking about it. Her body welcomed his invasion, and she could do nothing about it. When she got used to his index finger moving inside her anus, he added another finger. She moaned.
“How are we doing?” he said.
“Don’t stop.” She hissed out.
She stared at the thick candle burning on the metal holder on the nightstand. The foreplay continued for minutes, until he had three fingers into her and she moved her ass with luscious movements, swaying from side to side and hoping he’d bring the torment to an end.
She heard the sound of a condom wrapper ripping, didn’t resist and peeked behind her shoulders. The sight of that massive, gorgeous man rolling on the condom made her mewl. The look in his eyes spoke of a primal need to claim a stake, to dominate, to own.
She had never seen him so intense, and that alone made her need him so much more.
Without a word, he brought the tip of his cock to her entrance, and outlined her small opening with it.
He draped over her and she faced the pillows again. Murmuring in Spanish, he slid his fingers into her pussy and began the old game again, his fingers parting her lips while his thumb drove her overworked clit crazy. “You’re so wet baby. You really want me don’t you? Dios. So, so wet.”
A wave of warmth spread across her cheeks and neck. “Yes honey I do,” she said, and clenched her inner muscles around his fingers to prove a point. “I want all of you, Santiago. Always have.” Probably always will.
“Fuck. I wanna make sure you’re ready for me. I want you to come as I slam your ass.”
“I’m coming just by talking about it,” she said, humping his fingers. “Finger me faster.”
He inserted one more finger into her pussy, and curled it against her inner walls. She bucked, impossible to keep still. He upped the pace, taking her to a crazy level of awareness. She thrust her pussy into his fingers, bucking, whimpering, panting. Soon, a delicious tingle moved from her core to the rest of her body and she quivered.
He thrust his rod into her anal passage, but she was still so soft and fuzzy because of the climax that she didn’t tense up as she imaged she would. Some discomfort tensed up her back for a moment, and he stopped moving.
“You okay?” he asked.
Her head bobbed, the emotions swirling together like cake batter. “Y-yes.” Except she was far from okay. It dawned on her as he carefully moved inside her backside she had to find a way to let him see they had to be together.
“Relax. I’ll take care of you Tiffany,” he said, bringing both hands to either side of her waist. Would he take care of her other than sexually?
“In every way,” he said in a voice carried with emotion, reading her mind.
She let out a sigh and the ache diminished; as he murmured in Spanish what she hoped would be promises of a lifetime together. Would they be able to overcome their past and build a future together? She wanted it more than anything.
“I’m trying to be careful Tiffany. You feel too good.”
“Oh Santiago. I’ve dreamed of you for so long. Fuck me. Take me and make me yours.”
“I don’t want to hurt you sweetheart.”
“You’re not,” she said, thrusting her hips into his cock.
He groaned, both hands gripped her sides tighter and his dick retreated a bit then crashed back, plunging into her and making her his. She moaned, and with a few more thrusts, he let out a long groan and shivered over her.
No longer able to handle the pressure, she fell on the bed. He did the same, and they both laid next to each other, exhausted. “I think you’ve officially just broken my body, Santiago,” she said playfully.
He chuckled, gently stroking her hair. “We’re finally even, amada.”
Her blood froze. She wanted to speak but hesitated. Did he just bring out the fact he lost his leg when she drove the car and lost control as a joke? She shook her head.
He leaned over her and kissed her forehead. “Relax. It’s a joke.”
“Is it? Because for so long I felt so guilty for losing control over the car and—
He shushed her, and her heart fluttered. “Let’s go to sleep, my love. We’ll talk things over tomorrow. Okay?”
“Yeah,” she whispered and fluffed her pillow with a silly smile on her face. Because not only did she believe they’d talk tomorrow, but she also hoped there would be a tomorrow for the two of them.
