come on my tongue until she can’t take anymore. I want her limp and spent and open when I finally lay on top of her and stuff her full of my cock.
I push her knees back and lap up her juices, then let my tongue wander lower. She makes a surprised sound when I tease the tight pucker of her back hole, trying to lower her knees. I growl and keep her where I want her, determined for her to learn that I will touch, lick, and fuck any part of her I want when she gives me access to her body. Nothing is off-limits.
“Oh, God,” she whimpers, slowly relaxing as she grows used to the new sensation.
I add a thumb against her clit to heighten her pleasure, circling and pressing until I sense she’s let go completely. I can’t help but wonder what kind of pansy-ass men she’s been with before me, and how much she’s missed out on. But then, I can’t ignore a surge of triumph knowing I’ll be the one to teach her—fulfill the filthiest and most twisted of her fantasies. The way she responded to her spanking and light choking with the belt, I know she has some hidden desires locked away. By slipping that ring onto her finger, I’ve taken hold of the key.
“Diego,” she moans. “I need to come … please … please …”
I raise my head and slip two fingers into her wet heat, keeping up the stroke of my thumb on her clit. “Come for me, gatita. Come as many times as you please. I want to feel it … all of it.”
She closes her eyes and lets out a sigh of relief, then starts moving her hips in time with my strokes. I curl my fingers to find her G-spot, watching her face twist in a mixture of agony and ecstasy as I work her toward climax.
“That’s it,” I whisper, almost unable to breathe from how badly I want to see her come. “You’re almost there, Elena.”
Her back bows off the bed and she comes so hard I can feel the pulses of it around my knuckles. Her cunt squeezes around me as she grabs at my wrist, urging me to thrust through her orgasms. Her screams fill the room, turning up the intensity of my own arousal until it’s nearly unbearable. I can only wait as long as it takes for her to go limp, panting and staring up at me as if hypnotized. My pants are open in seconds, my briefs pushed down just enough to free my cock. Then, I fall between her legs and give her every inch of me with one quick thrust.
Elena is out of her mind now, moaning and undulating beneath me to match my slow thrusts. I want to make it sweet for her, make love to her like a groom should on his wedding night. But, fuck she’s killing me, her nails digging into my back and one of her legs wrapping around my waist. She’s restless and hungry, wanting more … so I give in. My little kitten likes me rough and raw and ruthless, and I’m a slave to her needs. I take hold of the leg she holds me captive with and push it up until her knee touches her chest. Then I hammer into her, the way made smooth by how wet she is for me. Every stroke produces a drumbeat of flesh against flesh, and the sound of slick flesh around hardness.
“Is this what you want, gatita?” I murmur in her ear. “You want me hard and rough? My dirty little bride.”
“Yes!” she cries, holding me tighter, angling her hips to take me in farther … deeper. “Yes, Diego.”
Her name on my lips pushes me over the edge, and I pound her even harder, trying to reach every corner of her body—every place inside her she’s ever tried to deny me. It’s all mine—body, mind, and soul—and there’s no taking it back. Now that she’s given in to me, she’ll never be free.
When I sink my teeth into her neck, Elena comes again, her slick pussy clenching tight around my cock. I groan and growl as her climax throws me into my own. Instead of pulling out, I surge deeper and let go, spilling every drop inside of her. We lay tangled in each other, Elena accepting the final pulses of my hips as I wring myself dry inside her. I collapse on top of her