“Let me take care of you,” she said softly as she inched her hand down toward his hardness.
Without a word, he leaned back and guided her to her knees, her back to him. Rubbing her creamy, tight butt cheeks, he whispered in her ear, “You’ve got one hell of an ass, sweetie. Has anyone ever fucked it?”
Stiffening, she shook her head. “Never.”
“‘Never because you didn’t want it, or because no one ever asked?” He kept massaging her ass, his fingers sinking into her flesh.
“I don’t know. I guess because no one ever asked.” She swallowed. “Are you asking?”
“Yeah. I like the idea of me being your first.”
“I’ve always wondered about it. I don’t know if I want to do it now.”
“I have to prepare you, so another time. I just wanted to know if you wanted it.” A smack on her ass made her jump. “And I’m glad you do.” Another smack. Then another. The more he spanked her cheeks, the wetter she got. Then when the sting was on the cusp of being painful, he licked the redness with his cool tongue. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was.
Muerto pushed her legs further apart and slid under her, his fingers digging into her hips, coaxing her downward. She felt his warm breath on her swollen, throbbing pussy, and the slow swipe of his velvet tongue made her shiver and wiggle in delight. His tongue bathed her fevered flesh, tasting and teasing it, bringing her to the brink of orgasm and then pulling back. Each time she was ready to go over, he moved away, making her a quivering mess of desire and lust.
Then he slipped from under her and spread her juices over her ass. “So tempting,” he said as he squeezed her cheeks, pulling them apart. Placing his finger on her puckered opening, he pressed hard against it, and a zap of electric heat ripped through her. Looking behind her shoulder, she loved seeing the way he watched his finger dip slightly into her tightest hole. Glancing at her, he leaned over and kissed her lower back.
He opened the nightstand drawer and took out a packet.
“I want to feel your rawness inside me. Are you clean?” she asked over her shoulder.
“Yeah. Are you on the pill?”
She nodded and smiled when he put the packet back in the drawer and closed it. The nudge of his cock against her slick opening had her pussy clenching in anticipation. His lips on her back made her tingle, and she gasped when he grabbed her hair and pulled, her back arching and her ass high in the air. Then he drilled into her with such ferocity that she screamed from the sheer force of it.
While he rode her, he smacked her ass, tugged on her swinging tits, and stroked her hard, sweet nub. His frenzied thrusts made her senses reel and her body explode. “I love the way your ass bounces when I fuck you hard,” he breathed as he clenched one of her ass cheeks. “My cock has been craving your tight pussy since you first walked in the bar.” More pounding. Her moans mingled with Muerto’s feral grunts.
Harder. Faster. Rougher. The pressure was building. So tight. So damn good.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to get out of my bed,” he said. At that, the tension in her exploded and she soared while euphoria filled every cell in her body.
“Muerto!” she screamed over and over again.
He growled low and deep. “Fuck. Raven.Fuck.” His hands rubbed along her damp back. Her knees couldn’t support her anymore, so she collapsed on the bed. He lay next to her and pulled her closer so her ass was pressed against him, and he kissed her shoulder. “Amazing,” he said, his voice thick with exhaustion.
Clasping her hands over his, she wiggled her butt against him. His heavy breathing told her he’d fallen asleep, so she slipped out of his grasp and went to the bathroom. When she came back, she switched off the lamp. The dim light from the moon fell across him, and she decided that she loved him in moonlight. She was so enamored of him. Racking her brain, she couldn’t remember ever having felt so excited or connected to a man.Muerto blows Brent out of the water by a long shot.And to think she’d thought Brent was the only man for her—her soul mate.
Since meeting Muerto, her senses had been in overdrive. He seemed to understand her art, passions, and longings—in short,her. At that point, as she tiptoed over and snuggled back in bed with him, she didn’t care if she ended up brokenhearted. She wouldn’t trade him for the world.
He was real, dangerous, exciting, and sensitive, and he was hers. At least for the moment. And she fully intended to make the most of it.
