He releases me so abruptly I don’t have to expend any effort doing what he says. I fall to the floor, using my hands to keep from going face-down on the hard tiles. Diego is still standing close, his tattooed hands working at his belt buckle. The hard outline of his cock against his pants is unmistakable. My pussy clenches and throbs as I watch him unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip. He’s wearing black briefs, the fabric showing a wet spot of pre-cum. Pushing them down, he takes hold of his cock and starts stroking it. It’s as monstrous as I remember—big and thick and bulging with juicy veins. More pre-cum leaks from his head, and his heavy balls draw up tight against his body.
Snatching the rest of his shirt buttons open, he steps closer and angles his cock toward my lips. “Suck me.”
I become Diego’s pet again, acting on command in hope of a reward. No, that’s not true. I act on command because I want to … because the sight of that perfect cock made me want to take it into my body. Because for the first time in months I finally feel like I’m in control of something. Diego has made his point—he’s in charge here, and he doesn’t want me to forget it. But the actions I’m taking now—wrapping my fingers around his shaft and licking at his swollen head—aren’t being forced or coerced out of me. I’m doing this because it will feel good, because I’m tired of being afraid and uncertain. Even for a few minutes, it’ll be nice to feel something else. Something pure and raw and real.
Diego’s deep, rough moan sends another bolt of lightning through me. Resting a hand against the wall, he holds the back of my head and pushes into my mouth. He doesn’t stop until he reaches the back of my throat, backing up a few inches when I gag. But then he’s thrusting right back in, ruthlessly fucking my mouth and taking his own pleasure. I widen my jaw and try to relax and keep up with his hammering pace. My eyes burn and start to water, and after a while I can only kneel there with my mouth open and let him take what he wants.
“Fuck, this mouth,” he groans, using a thumb to swipe the tear racing down my cheek. “I love this perfect, sexy mouth, gatita. Dreamed about fucking it … just … like … this.”
His words push me over the edge, and I can’t remain passive. I’m burning with need and so wet that my juices have soaked through my bikini to dampen the insides of my thighs. Bobbing my head to match Diego’s rhythm, I slip a hand into my thong and press my fingers against the swollen, pulsing flesh of my cunt. I groan around his cock, so close to coming already it’s ridiculous.
Diego stares down at me with unfocused eyes and shakes his head. “Don’t you dare. Good girls don’t touch themselves without permission. And you’re a good girl, aren’t you, Elena?”
I mumble my agreement around a mouthful of Diego’s cock, frustration making me tremble as I remove my hand from between my legs.
“Let me see how wet you are,” he commands, still steadily pumping in and out of my mouth.
I raise my fingers so he can see my juices glistening on the tips, and he makes a low sound of approval before pressing his cock as far in as it will go.
“Fuck, yes … that’s so good. That’s my good girl … just like that.”
I close my eyes and fight for breath as Diego forgets to take it easy on me. Either that, or he’s stopped caring that I have a pesky gag reflex. He grips my head with both hands, cursing and snapping his hips until I feel as if I have no choice but to swallow or black out. My throat convulses around the tip of him, and Diego comes with a roar muffled through clenched teeth. His cock jerks and spasms in my mouth, his semen coating my tongue and sliding down my throat.
I fall against the wall when he pulls free, gasping for breath and dying for him to touch me. Hell, he could pinch my nipple and I’d probably go off like a firework.
Diego’s eyes are cold and shuttered again now that I’ve made him come. Maintaining my gaze, he holds his cock and slides it along my cheek, leaving a