The temperature in the room seemed to rise about a hundred degrees. I watched Adelita, she watched me, then . . . “Tanner . . .” At the sound of my name from her lips, I threw off the last fucking morsel of sanity I had left and marched to where she stood. Not even giving her a chance to talk, I smashed my lips to hers. Adelita moaned into my mouth, and then her tongue was warring against mine.
My fucking heart was a drum about to burst from my chest. My hands were everywhere on her. Her hands pressed my cheeks then moved down to my biceps. Familiar red nails dug into the flesh, and I hissed as the pain, mixed with her taste and feel and sound, made my cock about ready to bust through my jeans.
Ripping my mouth from hers, I yanked my shirt off, then pulled down the straps of her nightgown until her tits were freed. With a low growl, I dove forward and sucked a nipple into my mouth. Adelita threw her head back and moaned. Her hands were a vise on my head as she kept me at her tit, my tongue thrashing the nipple back and forth. I slipped my hand under her nightgown. As soon as my fingers found her wet pussy, Adelita cried out. Releasing her nipple, I slammed her down on the bed, climbed over her, and covered her mouth with my free hand. “Shh,” I hissed. “Keep quiet.”
Adelita’s eyes rolled as I slipped a finger inside her, looking for the spot that would make her fall apart. I tracked my eyes down her body, memorizing her tits and legs and pussy. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted her naked under me. Wanted her skin pressed against mine. I took hold of the thin material covering her body and ripped it down the middle. I pulled the ruined nightgown from underneath her and tossed it to the floor. Then I sat back and looked down at all of her—Adelita fucking Quintana. Looked at her lying on the bed, her body bared for me—nipples tight and red, pussy wet and waiting.
I found her already watching me. And when a small smile spread on her lips, that fucking antagonistic side of her I knew was under that perfect cartel princess shit, that fucking fire, slipped through. Biting her lip, Adelita moved her foot and slowly slid it against my cock.
It broke me.
I crashed my mouth to hers. But only for a second, before I slid down her body. Hooking my arms under her legs, I yanked her down the bed—bitch didn’t want to play it soft. Adelita’s eyes flared, pupils dilated, and she struggled to catch her breath. Heat burned through me at the sight of her laid out before me. I groaned, then lowered my body and licked right along her bared pussy, from clit to hole. Adelita’s head snapped back and her mouth opened. But she trapped her scream in her throat and silently breathed it out.
The taste of her was threatening to pull me apart. I licked along her pussy again, sucking her clit into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue. Adelita writhed in my arms, but I used my strength to pin her arms down so she couldn’t move. So she had to take my licks and know who was fucking her. More than addicted to her taste, I worked her faster and faster until she tensed, stilled, then broke apart under me.
As Adelita gasped for breath, her skin grew slick with sweat. She shook in my arms, her hips jerking from coming so hard. Seeing her like this, seeing this perfect body and face shattering because of me, made me turn fucking red-hot savage. I snapped my jeans open, pulled off my boots, and threw them to the floor. Before Adelita even had a chance to recover, I moved between her legs and slammed inside her in one long thrust. Adelita’s back arched off the bed as I rocked into her, back and forth and back and forth. Her tits scraped against my chest, and her arms wrapped around my neck, fingers clawing at my skin. Bitch gave back as much as I gave her. She used her hands on my neck as her anchor as she lifted off the mattress and rode my cock.
Her pussy squeezed me hard, and I sank my teeth into the side of her