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“We should...I need…” with the tips of my fingers I rub tight little circles over her clit and stop “...more. Just more.”
“As you wish.” Sitting back on my haunches, I remove my hands from her body and admire her just like this. At my mercy. So beautiful and mine.
“What? No,” she whines, a petulant sound that makes me smile. “Why are you stopping?”
“Spread your legs and bend over. Hands on the wall.” One of her hands slips down and between her thighs, the tips of her fingers barely visible from where I sit. Bad girl. I don’t say anything, but quickly land a harsh smack to the top of her right asscheek. Blood rushes to the surface as the sound of flesh meeting flesh reverberates throughout the room. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Muñeca. Spread them.” Mariah bends and spreads, but I want more. I want her asshole and pussy on display and legs shaking from anticipation. “Wider.”
Perfection. She’s an absolute wet dream become reality, and I lean forward when the two holes I plan to worship meet my line of sight. I trace a finger over the heated flesh where my palm print adorns her skin and travel down, slowly, learning her every moan and sigh as I meet the area where ass meets thigh and then walk my fingertips to the dip at the center.
Heat sears my skin and her wetness coats me as I caress each inner thigh and then pause at the entrance to my heaven. She’s clenching, body shaking, and I’ve barely touched her.
“This changes everything,” I say, tone harsher than I intend, but having her like this—at my mercy—is more than a heady feeling. I’m entranced. Owned just as much as I own her. “Tell me you understand this.”
“Javier, we should talk—”
“Tell me you understand, Mariah. No more running or avoiding.” I kiss each cheek and then lay one right over her puckered hole, flicking my tongue across the sensitive skin twice before waiting for a response. A hard shiver runs through her, her body swaying above me, and I grip her waist with one hand to steady her. She’s aroused and needy and ready for more, but my words take away her docility— she wants to fight me or anything that demands her trust. Stubbornness is something we share, and I’ll fight just as hard and dirty to possess her. “Say it, or I walk.”
“Then I’ll take care of myself,” she grits out, trying weakly to push back against my hold. “You can leave…Javi!”
“Louder.” The pathetic string she calls underwear is in my fist, the front digging into the sopping, swollen flesh of her cunt. One rough tug, and it snaps. “Let everyone in this building know I’m the one making you scream.”
“No.”
“Don’t deny me, beautiful.”
“Make me.” Two words. They tell her truth, expose the push she needs from me, and yet they’re the wrong words to tell a man barely hanging on to sanity and I land another smack to the round globes mere inches from my face. Then another, I leave her skin hot and body undulating, seeking the release only I’ll give her.
Mariah tries to close her thighs, but before they touch, I palm and push them apart. The sight before me is almost obscene. Depravedly exquisite.
“You wanted this. Just remember that.”
I don’t give her a chance to answer, to further ignite me with her sharp tongue, and I bury my face between the two rosy cheeks. My tongue tastes her, flicking against the soft rosebud in a silent promise to be back before descending lower.
She’s sweet and slick, soaking my lips and chin.
I lick her from back to front, pausing briefly at her pussy’s entrance—dipping my tongue inside—before sliding down to her clit. The tiny bundle of nerves throbs against my tongue, coming out of its hood to greet my growls against the swollen flesh.
I become a savage for her. Take without care because she’s woven her brujeria and I’m a proud slave for her.
With her clit between my lips, I bring a finger to her flexing hole and dip it inside to the first knuckle. Her walls pulse, hole fluttering around my finger to pull me in deeper, and I give my girl just that.
Son of a bitch she’s tight. So soft.
I pull the digit out coated in her sweetness and slam it back in, pumping it a few times before adding a second.
The slam of her hand on the wall is loud, and the way she rises onto the tips of her toes, both wanting to escape my touch while grinding against my face is a privilege to experience.
“Oh my God!” she cries out suddenly, and I chuckle against her clit before raking my teeth once again down the hood, adding a little more pressure before pulling back and admiring the view of her slick thighs, flexing rosebud, and the vice-like grip on my fingers.
“You always call out to me.” It’s a hiss, my fingers slipping out long enough to slap the length of her pussy, fingertips landing over the throbbing bundle. The barely contained snarl, the undisguised hunger in my tone causes a rush of wetness to spill into my palm and down my wrist, a few drops marking the floor. The little demon. “Do you like it rough? Do you like to beg?”
Before she can open her mouth in protest, I’m gripping her hips and flipping her around to face me. Our eyes meet, my hungry ones on her heavy-lidded ones, and I slowly make my way back to her pussy, spreading her labia with my tongue as her lips part. She’s panting, chest rising rapidly while I suck the first then second lip into my mouth, starving for more of the wetness coating her bare skin.
So pretty and pink. So mine.
“Motherfucking answer me, Muñeca. Are you testing my patience?”
“Please, Javi.” Christ, her voice is all soft with a hint of desperation that pierces my gut and further stiffens my cock. I’m so fucking hard. Throbbing, I raise her right thigh over my shoulder with one hand while releasing myself with the other.
