“Fuck baby.” I watch my fingers, slow at first, fuck into both of her holes, each glistening with her want for me.
“I want more.” Her voice is pleading, and I know I’m pushing her to her limits of patience. I revel in it—eager to see her fallapart, scattering the pieces of her with the pieces of me, until there’s onlyus. Maybe then, she won’t leave when she finds out the truth—maybe then, I can make her care about me the way I do her—the real me.
I add a second finger to her pussy, watching as she stretches around me. Like a good girl, V pushes back against me, and the shower quickly fills with the sounds of our labored breaths mixing, the pounding of the water against the tile, and my fingers fucking into her at a maddening pace.
“Santos, please,” she pleads, saying my middle name with such reverence, and the illusion of me—of us—shatters. I’m not Santos, some saint, savior, good guy. I’m Rafael—broken, bad, and hungry for a life I’ll never have, one with people who know the real me and love me anyways; one with people who don’t leave.
I pull out of her, the reality of the situation too much to bear. I care about her, and even though I want her worse than I’ve ever wanted anything, I’m unwilling to be with her under false pretenses. She deserves so much more than that.
As I stand, readying to flee, Valentina whirls on me, her long curls slapping against her skin as they whip around her neck. Strands of it cling to the tops of her heaving tits, their rosy buds glittering with silver bars that beg to be tugged on. She’s a fucking siren, and I’m well and truly lost at sea.
“What’re you doing?” she pants, her eyes frantic as she looks at me.
I want to hide.What if she sees the real me?She surely won’t want me then.
“I have to go.” I can barely bite out the words. In my heart, I know it’s what she deserves, but my legs just won’t move.
Her eyes flash—glittering golden orbs of fire buried beneath the ice wall she’s carefully crafted around herself. She wraps black talons around my naked bicep, yanking me with such forceagainst her chest. I have to extend a hand above her head on the wall to keep from falling on top of her.
“You can’t leave me.” It’s not a plea or even a question. It’s a demand—a demand from the woman who never demands anything for herself because she’s be taught she’s unworthy.
“You deserve?—”
Her mouth slams into mine, her teeth sinking into my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. I hiss, the pain shooting through me like the warning it’s intended to be. But instead of being afraid, I only fall farther.
Forgetting the world beyond this moment, I grip her thighs, hoisting her legs around my waist. She wraps them willingly, her hands running over my scalp as she moans into my mouth in victory.
“You’ve enchanted me with your siren song, and now, I’ll never go up for air.” I groan into her mouth, her naked center grinding against my abs as she unashamedly searches for me.
I feel her smile for the briefest second before she grinds against me again, her desire reaching the end of its rope. “Get naked,” she demands, and I willingly do so, taking on a smirk.I love this version of her.
“Yes, ma’am.” I drop my hands on her thighs, expecting her legs to fall, but she only tightens them around my waist, anchoring herself to me. Her lips run up and down my neck, over my jaw, before feasting on my waiting lips again.
It’s nearly impossible to rid myself of my pants, but if there’s a will, there’s a way—and there’s no way I’m missing this moment with her now.
“Victory.” I shuck them into the corner with our equally sopping clothes. My cock, throbbing with a heartbeat of its own, bumps against the silken curve of her ass, and I have to drop my head to the crook of her neck in an effort to gather myself.
Don’t act a fool now.
“I know you’re hard for me, Santos. Now, fuck me before I fucking die.” Valentina squirms in my hold, her pussy rubbing over the tip of my dick. It’s a tease and a promise.
Raising my gaze to look at hers, I watch water pour down her face, catching on her eyelashes and the bow of her perfect lips. Wrapping my hands on her thighs, I lift her up easily, centering myself beneath her heat.
There’s no going back after this—no taking back the part of myself I’m so willingly selling to the devil to be with her.
“Fuck me,” she hisses and then slams herself down on me before I can think more about it. The moment her pussy swallows my cock, my vision goes black, tunneling in on her lips parted in awe, her tits bouncing against my chest, her eyes rolling back into her head as I fill her. She’s breathtaking and devastating. Her fingers clawing into my back spur me on, and I lean one hand above our heads for stability as I begin fucking up into her.
“More. More. More!” She’s screaming, her cunt milking me with each vicious thrust. My balls tingle, and even though I know I’m close, I can’t seem to slow down.
I want this to last—I want to destroy her the way she’s destroyed me—but I’m helpless to her magic. Valentina grinds against me, her clit rubbing against the base of my cock. She seems as lost as I am, her head tipped back, one hand dropping to tug on the bar pierced through one of her perfect nipples.
I can’t imagine not tasting the sweet tang of her skin as I come.
Lowering my head, I run my tongue over her nipple, the bar cold in my mouth.
“Fuck, yes. Again!” She raises her tit toward my mouth, and I don’t deny her demand—couldn’t if I fucking wanted to. I suck her into my mouth, soft at first, but as her fingernails dig into my shoulders, I bite down.
She screams, the hand on her breast squeezing the flesh, pushing her pert nipple farther into my mouth.
