I can’t even help nodding, rocking back against his mouth, and his hand simultaneously. These sensations… I’ve never felt anything quite like it before. Andhe’sgiving them to me effortlessly.
My head is spinning…
Maybe I have really been waiting for him?
“You wanna come, don’t you?” His voice flows into me. “From my hands, and my mouth…”
He extends his tongue, licking me, soaking and hot, between my hole and my balls, drawn up and about to burst. His fingers graze the underside of my shaft, my crown, teasing the wet spot over and over. Making it wetter.
“Mmm, soaking wet, baby… Show me,” he demands. “Show me how your legs shake and your hole quivers… show me just how fuckingsweetyou come for el diablo.”
Fuck…
Oh no…
Yanking my hips back, he holds me in place and stuffs his face between my legs, sucking andsuckingmy balls until I snap.
“Ohh… oh oh ohhffuuck…unnghh!” A hoarse sob leaves my lips as my body unfurls.
And I fuckingcome. Hard and fast and fucking wild.
Face down, ass up, I’m quaking. Pulsing and contracting in the most intense orgasm of my entire existence. I can barely feel how hard he’s gripping me, but I know his fingers are digging into the flesh of my hip while he holds me up and rides me through it.
Purring and crooning between my legs. “Fuuckyes… fucking come for me, baby. Come on my mouth, beautiful… Let me taste how goddamn sweet you are for me.”
His warm tongue swipes up the length of my twinging cock through the wet fabric, the feeling sending a wave of tingles through the pleasure that’s already flowing. Shooting cum into my briefs while he’s licking and lapping at where it’s coming out.
“Uhhfuckme,fuck me fuck me,” I cry hoarsely, sobbing and suspended in space and time.
Until he murmurs, “Mmm…Dulzura. You know I’ve been waiting for you too, pajarito.”
My entire body stiffens, seizing with fright.
I’m still all tingly and fighting for breath, but now I’m panicking. Wriggling, trapped by my pants and his body weight.
“What took you so long, Angel?” That tone is all-knowing and wholly evil.
I can feel his smirk as it runs back over my balls, kissing them while I flinch because it’s too much. I’m sensitive everywhere, but now I’m also shivering. Ripped too soon out of euphoria I foolishly thought I could have, confused and baking in such thick humiliation and rage, I can barely see.
Fuck this…
My eyes well with tears.
The Ivory sits back nonchalantly, releasing a leisurely breath of satisfaction while I scramble onto my side, ripping at my pants. His amusement is visible, though he’s not grinning. He’s just gazing down at me, flushed and rumpled himself as his head slants to the side.
We end up staring at each other, just breathing. The facade smashed through like stained glass. He somehow looks different now, too… The cruel and merciless being I’ve known him to be all along. He distracted me with an act, one infinitely better than mine could ever be.
He knew all along, and he played me.
Fucking idiota.
“Sweet little bird,” he sighs, running his hand up my waist.
I smack it away, and he chuckles.
“Fuck you,” I sniffle, whipping up my pants and reaching for my knife.
Butof course… it’s not there.
