Page 32 of Vendetta

“Sit on my face, baby girl.” He pulled me around to where he wanted me.

I knelt, straddling his shoulders, and he grabbed my hips, pulling me down onto his face. I was worried I might be suffocating him, but he locked me in place as his tongue explored. His cock seeped a pearly bead of pre-cum, and I leaned forward to lick it off. His groan of approval vibrated between my legs and urged me to action. Sliding my lips over his swollen head and down his shaft, my tongue swirled along the ridge of his cock, and he rewarded me with another growling groan.

I liked this too much. I couldn’t get enough of him. Just as he slid three fingers into me, my phone lit up next to Cruz’s discarded pants. The caller ID was “Dirty Laundry Tsar.” I groaned and slid my mouth off my delicious treat.

With his fingers still deep inside me, massaging that magic spot that took me higher with every stroke, Cruz peered around my thigh.

“Answer it, hellcat,” he said, nudging me forward.

I crawled toward it on my hands and knees. This was terrible timing. There was no way I was going to be able to keep this a secret while on the phone with my shitty fiancé. I looked over my shoulder.

Cruz had moved and was kneeling behind me, looking as serious as ever. “Answer the phone, Rosa.”

Was he for real right now? His dark brows went up expectantly. If that was what it took to get back to what we’d been doing, then fine. I scrambled forward and answered.

“Hello?” I squeaked, feeling Cruz’s hands on my hips, angling me forward.

“Rosa, I’m glad you picked up. I was told that you’d like to have a friend at the wedding. Next time, you ask me. This time I’ll let it slide, but no one else can come. This is a private ceremony.” Lorenzo’s voice was dulled by the humming in my ears as Cruz rubbed his slippery cock between my legs, teasing my clit and then dragging my slick up between my ass cheeks.

I almost forgot to reply entirely, but Lorenzo cleared his throat.

“Oh, yeah. Claudia. Thank you.” I sucked back a moan, barely getting the words out at all.

Cruz eased his massive head into my grasping pussy, and I held my breath. Fuck, that felt so good.

“Next time there will be consequences for bad behavior,” Lorenzo sounded on edge, but I wasn’t paying him any attention as Cruz inched himself deeper inside me. My body stretched, and I took a long breath.

“Yeah. Okay,” I replied, not even knowing what I was agreeing to as Cruz began to move in long, slow strokes.

“Rosa, what are you doing? Why are you breathing hard?” Lorenzo asked.

Oh god. I had to think. Fuck. “I’m uh… working out. You said you wanted me to work out more.” I gulped down a moan, hoping my words were convincing.

Cruz’s finger moved to my puckered hole as he picked up speed, ramming his cock deeper into my pussy.

“Yes, that’s true. Good. I hope you’ve lost a few pounds. The dress is very tight. It might be best not to eat until after the ceremony either.” The background noise behind Lorenzo increased, but I could still hear him.

I took a breath to tell him what I thought about his bullshit order when Cruz slid a finger into my ass. I sucked in a gasp. Oh fuck, oh… that felt really good. I had to get off this fucking phone call.

“Sure. Yeah, okay. I should probably go so I can finish this workout.” My hand trembled around the phone, and my knuckles went white holding back every whimper and groan I’d bottled up.

“Fine, go, but remember what I said.”

I’d already forgotten.

My eyes rolled back in my head as a second finger joined the first in my ass. Cruz’s huge girth throbbed inside me, and I barely had time to push the end call button and toss my phone aside before I cried out.

He added another finger and continued fucking me, his spare hand reaching around my hip to squeeze my clit. His knot thickened, and all thought fled.

“Oh fuck…” Sweat beaded on my skin, and Cruz bent down to lick a trail up my neck.

“Good girl. Are you ready to come for me?” he murmured in my ear. I could just barely hear it over the wet slapping of his thrusts.

“Yes,” I hissed between uncontrolled whimpers.

He leaned up, his thrusts coming faster. His thick fingers sank into my ass as he finally bottomed out and his knot swelled. One more rough shove, and he flexed inside me. The rush of my orgasm hit me like a train, and I screamed, but his hand wrapped around my mouth, silencing me, dragging the orgasm out longer. I clenched around his impossible knot, milking the cum from him and feeling the molten heat pump into my trembling pussy.

His growl washed over my skin. “Shhhh, hellcat. You have to be quiet, or someone might catch us.” He let me breathe but held me close, supporting me with his free arm. When his fingers slid from my ass, I shuddered in the most delicious way, and he groaned right in my ear, which set off full-body tingles and a ripple of aftershocks.