She shakes her head, her hair tickling my face. “You know—”
“I want to hear you say it.” I pinch her nipple through the fabric, rolling it between my fingers, and she moans, her back arching off the wall. “Tell me what you want. Tell me how bad you need it.”
Her breath hitches. “I—I want—”
“What?” I growl, my mouth finding hers again, kissing her hard, punishing. “What do you want, Pia?”
She breaks, her hands flying to my belt, her fingers fumbling with the buckle. “I want your cock,” she gasps, her voice raw, desperate. “I want you to fuck me.”
I grin against her skin. "Not yet," I tease. "I want to taste you first."
I drop to my knees, hitching one of her legs over my shoulder. She gasps, her hands flying to my hair as I slide the fabric aside and bury my face in her pussy. She's sweet and musky, her taste exploding on my tongue. I lap at her, my tongue swirling around her clit, my fingers pumping in and out of her tight cunt.
She's writhing against me, her moans echoing through the empty hallway. I can feel her body tensing, her orgasm building. I pull back, my breath hot against her wet flesh.
I stand up, unbuckling my belt with shaking hands. She watches me, her eyes dark with desire, her chest heaving.
A groan rips from my chest, my hands moving to help hers, yanking my belt open, my zipper down. My cock springs free, thick and heavy, the tip already wet with pre-cum. Her eyes dropto it, her lips parting, and for a second, I think she’s going to sink to her knees.
But then her gaze snaps back up to mine, and she wraps her hand around my shaft, stroking me once, twice, her thumb swiping over the tip.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my head falling forward, my forehead pressing against hers. “Just like that. Just—fuck—”
She strokes me again, her grip tight, her thumb circling the head, spreading the pre-cum. I can feel her breath against my lips, hot and fast, and I know she’s as gone as I am.
“Tell me you want this,” I demand, my voice rough. “Tell me you want me.”
Her hand stills. For a second, I think she’s going to stop. That she’s going to push me away, tell me to go to hell. But then she tightens her grip, stroking me again, slower this time, her eyes locked on mine.
“I hate you,” she whispers.
I smirk, even as my cock jerks in her hand. “Good.”
Then I’m kissing her again, my hands gripping her thighs, lifting her. She wraps her legs around my waist, her dress riding up, and I groan as I feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her panties.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” I growl against her lips, grinding my cock against her. “You’ve been wet for a while, haven’t you?”
She moans, her head falling back as I rock into her, the friction making her tremble. “Yes—god, yes—”
I reach between us, shoving the fabric of her panties aside, my fingers finding her slick, swollen folds. She’s dripping, her arousal coating my fingers as I slide one inside her.
“Fuck!” she cries, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“So tight,” I groan, adding a second finger, stretching her. “So fucking tight for me.”
She rocks against my hand, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.
I curl my fingers inside her, finding that spot that makes her see stars, and she screams, her body convulsing around me. Her orgasm hits her hard, her cunt clenching around my fingers, her nails raking down my back.
“That’s it,” I murmur, kissing her throat, her jaw, her lips. “Come for me, mi reina. Let me feel it.”
She’s still trembling, her body sensitive, when I pull my fingers free, bringing them to my mouth. Her eyes widen as I suck them clean, tasting her—sweet and tangy and so fucking hers.
“Your turn,” she breathes, her hand wrapping around my cock again, guiding me to her entrance.
I don’t need to be told twice.
I thrust into her in one smooth motion, burying myself to the hilt. She cries out, her head falling back against the wall, her cunt clenching around me like a fist.
