I shake my head, grabbing him by the ass when he tries to back up some more. “Another quick taste, Angelito… por favor. Lo quieres…”
You want it, sweet temptation… I know you do.
“No, Idon’t,” he growls. But when I squeeze his ass, he purrs. “Fffuck…”
“So sosweet.” I cup and squeeze harder, kneading in my ravenous grip while I run my mouth between his thighs. “Ummff, sweet baby Angel, I know you. Your fury is an aphrodisiac… It throbs andachesyou inside. Doesn’t it, gorgeous?”
My desperate panting warms between his legs, and I can feel him swelling, stiffening from within whatever tiny panties are holding him back.
Dios… fuck me, I could erupt just from this.
“No…” he whines, squirming away from me. Backing up to the bed. “N-no. Stop…”
I crawl after him, grabbing his ankle. He crashes back onto the bed, but I stay on my knees on the floor.Because it’s where he wants me.
I can be his pet… if it gets me more more more.
“Por favor, pajarito…” I plead with him, hoarse and bound in delicious agonizingneed.
Yearning for what I never knew I could have, what I wasn’t expecting when I began toying with him, thwarting his attempt at revenge.
What I never knew Ineededuntil he left me alone in my club. Sweaty and panting with an ache in my groin.
Desolate, because he’d flown away, taking all the vibrant colors with him. Leaving me with nothing but blank ivory white.
“Feed me your hate, beautiful,” I whisper, pushing his legs apart.
“Fuck me… No,” he rasps, still stiff, though he’s not stopping me. Notkillingme.
Just like the last time. Because he feels this too, Iknowhe does.
There would be no denying it. It’s visceral.
“A little bit of pleasure to ease the pain,” I croon, hands running,treasuring, up his calves, over his knees, leaving streaks of my blood on his creamy flesh. I shove them apart wider until he gasps. “Remember howgoodit felt, sweet love… when I kissed you here?”
My hand creeps between his thighs, and he nods timidly, lashes fanning. The mound in his throat dipping.
“You’ve wanted it just as badly, haven’t you…?” My fingers gradually lift his dress. “This part… You want hot, slick and hungry just as badly as you want to carve my heart out, si, babydoll?”
“S-si…mmff, por que…” He’s writhing, and I’m about to burst through the front of my slacks. “Fucking pendejo…”
I chuckle, low and throaty, massaging his firm thighs. “Buenchica…”
“Umffuck,” he cries softly, arching.
My eyes are on the knife still in his grasp. “Do it, pajarito… I know you can, baby.”
“S-stop,” he whines and squirms. “Shut… up.Uhh, Diablo…más.”
Trailing kisses up his inner thighs, I reach under his dress, plucking the material of his panties. “You should, sweet Angelito… You should definitely kill me.”
“Lo sé…” His hips lift when I get them down a little. Then a littlemore. “Fuck, I know, but… Jesus, it feels…too good.”
A devilish grin graces my lips.AllI’ve wanted is this.
I’ve imagined it every day for almost five years. I’ve pictured this, dreamt about it. Seen it in every shallow interaction since that first and only night.
“Tu quieres mi boca?” I ask him softly if he wants my mouth, and I know he does, because his hips are lifting. Climbing higher, seeking out my taunting and toying. Closer and closer to that big, sweet cock, attempting to burst free from his lace.
