are tearing my insides apart. He grips my ass and I wrap my legs around his waist as he lifts me from the chair and sets me on the spanking horse. Our mouths devour each other, tongues dancing, teeth nibbling, breaths mingling. He grunts, thrusting his hips against me, his hardon delicious and painful against my cunt, soaking my panties.
“Gods, I love the way you smell.” He pumps faster, harder, as he buries his face in the crook of my neck, nipping a path to where my breasts swell over my corset.
I thread my fingers through his soft hair, clutching his head, his stubble scraping delightfully over my sensitive skin. “Take me, please.”
Armando hovers over me, his eyes searching mine, and I reach for his belt, wanting this more than anything I’ve wanted in my life. I need this like I need air. He helps me release his belt and unzip his pants. He shoves his pants down over his ass, his cock springing free, and I hiss through my teeth. He’s so fucking hard and thick.
He makes quick work of my short shorts, pulling them, my panties, and fishnet stockings down my hips to my knees. Faster than I can register, he yanks me to my feet and spins me around to face the bench. With a firm hand on my back, he bends me over the side of the horse and groans.
I gasp as he buries his face in my cunt, lapping at my sopping pussy. A brief, sharp pain on my labia quickly vanishes as he grips my hips and grinds his mouth against me, his tongue fucking me, drinking me deep. I cry out as he flutters over my clit. In seconds, he has me shuddering through an orgasm and screaming his name.
I whimper from the loss of his tongue, but groan as he sheathes his thick rod into my weeping cunt.
His deep, sensuous voice cascades over me with a wave of Spanish words. And though I cannot understand him, the beauty of his phrases matches his passion in how he touches me, fucks me, rolls his hips against me, filling me with his cock.
Armando grabs my wrists, holding them against my hips as his shaft slides sensuously in and out of me. I groan at how creamy my pussy feels wrapped around his dick, how slick I am.
“Harder,” I command.
He chuckles, and deliberately slows his pace. “No, mi cielito. I enjoy feeling your pulsing pussy stroke every single inch of my dick.” He hisses. “Watching myself disappear inside you. Thrust…” he pumps and slides out, “after thrust.” He buries himself inside me to his balls and bucks deep, pumping and grinding before he draws back again to the tip. “After thrust.”
He feels so fucking good!
“Please.”
“You want me to fuck you harder?”
“Yes, please.”
“You’re not saying the right words, mi cielito.”
Oh, my fucking God, yes! “Please fuck me harder, sir.”
Another string of carnal Spanish pours from his mouth, and I grow even wetter. “That’s my girl.” Armando pounds his cock hard and deep, stroking my drenched cunt and filling me. His pace increases, his balls and hips slapping against me, driving me to a mindless climax that shatters my world.
“Fuck, yes!” He mutters in his native tongue, crashing into me and sending me over the edge one more time until I cry out his name again. Armando grips my hips, ramming me until he shivers and roars his own climax.
His bucking slows to a sensual and dreamy pace. He bends forward, nuzzling my ear and panting, mumbling more sexy words I don’t comprehend, but the meaning is clear—he enjoyed this as much as I did.
I don’t know how long he stays inside me, caressing me, kissing my neck and shoulders, whispering endearments, but when he stands and pulls out of me, my soul aches from the absence. My body misses him already.
He smooths his hand over my ass and slaps it, the crack against my sweaty skin slicing through the air and I revel in the sting. He slaps it again, and I moan. “Dios mío! Your ass is so fucking delicious, mi cielito.”
I chuckle and squirm. “What is mi cielito?”
He encourages me to stand upright, wrapping his arms around me, my back against his chest. He nuzzles my ear. “It means my little sky, because you cover my world with your presence.” He nibbles my earlobe.
Son-of-a-bitch! Why is this perfect man coming into my life now, when I have to leave? I blink away the tears