Jesus, the degradation is just as hot as the praise.I don’t know why, but I love both.
“The only dick that touches you,” he growls over my lips. I nod fast. “Onlymybig swollen cock pushes into your greedy pussy… Stretches you open and spills deep inside… Entiendes, pajarito?”
Oh God, oh fuck…
“Y-yes…mmfuckyea, I understand. Only you, Diablo.”
“Más…”
“Only hungry for you… Onlywetfor you,” I shiver while he groans, hips rippling into me. “I take only your giantevilcock in my hungry little pussy because you own it and it’sstarving, Daddy.”
“Fuck me… You’re mine?” He purrs into my mouth, andGod, fuck, that tone alone… Dripping wet sex for my ears.
I nearly come on the spot.
I nod, but that’s not enough anymore. He needs to hear it.
And as foolish as I am for even speaking the words, I give him what he wants on a bated breath, “I’m yours, Ivory.”
But the wildest part is thathe’sfalling apart as he whispers, “Dios,baby…”
Then he kisses me, and I’m tumbling into the pits of Hell with him.
Deep and raw, but sensual. So damn erotic, I’m quivering head to toe. I can’t even fathom why the kissing feels more like primal sex than anything else, but it does. He’s owning me with his mouth, lips, tongue, teeth.
Sliding his tongue over my lower lip, he feeds it to me. We groan in unison, grinding our flushed bodies together as hard as possible, like we’re trying to start a fire.
Maybe that’s exactly what we’re doing.
Burning it all down.
I can’t believe I’m going to let the man who killed my parents fuck me. But thewrongof it just makes it that muchhotter.
There’s no denying it… I am fullydesperatefor him to fuck me senseless.
Somehow he’s no longer holding my hands down, and we’ve ended up pawing at one another. Mine are on his chest, attempting to control my twitchy fingers enough to unbutton his shirt fully, while he cups my jaw, holding me in place to kiss me into a stupor.
“I knew you’d come back,” he rambles breathlessly, dropping his hand between us gently.
I groan when he touches me, resisting the urge to close my legs, despite how good it feels. But because he’s him, and he knows… He doesn’t fist or stroke.
He just sort of drags his fingers up and down over me in tender motions. Until I’m buzzing and pulsing with arousal.
“I knew you couldn’t stop yourself from wanting it,” he purrs. “Just like I do. You’re like me, baby bird. Wicked and obsessive.That’s why I know you’re meant to be mine.” He drags his hot mouth over to my ear and whispers, “Siempre.”
I’m hazy, heart racing even faster. Because I can’t tell if he just means the sex… If he wants to have me to say he conquered the last piece of the Alvarez family.
Or if he really means…Forever.
“I never want to be away from you, sweet love,” he goes on, mumbling breathy words while he rubs between my legs. “Tu sabes? If I could, I would always be right here, between your legs. Touching you…” He sucks my earlobe, and I whimper. “Kissing you. Making you purr like my precious pet. But I had to… go.” His voice trails a bit and he whispers, “Fuck. Pajarito, I don’t know who I am when I’m with you. It doesn’t make any sense…”
He pulls back, deliriously impatient, shoving his pants down his thighs. I have to gulp. Seeing him like this, knelt between my thighs. Huge dick, heavy and bobbing. I’ll never get over it…
So so big.
That’ll break a girl in.
Reaching for it, I curl my fingers around the shaft, stroking slowly. Our eyes connect, and he looks just like he did the other day. Wilder, even. Pupils blown out, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and parted as he gasps, blinking slowly.
