My denial makes her wet. More than the pathetic orgasm she might’ve had a few minutes prior.
“I didn’t come,” she says this low, so low I almost missed it, but I can’t deny the fire that rushes through my veins at her confession. “Just couldn’t finish.”
“Why?”
“Because I need you.” On her next intake of breath, Mariah finds herself on her back, looking up at me with wide excited eyes. “Hi,” she says and it’s breathless, her chest expanding, and every inhale rubs the two pointy tips on her chest against mine. For me to feel the metal surrounding each nipple.
“You love to tease and push, baby girl.” I’m throbbing, my cock pressed tightly against her mound. “I hope you’re prepared to deal with the consequences of this disrespect.”
“Please.” One word, and the last thread of patience left in me snaps. “Take what is yours.”
Closing my eyes, I nod and breathe in deep.
I had plans for us. I wanted to cook and spoil and make love to her slowly.
“I’m going to ask for your forgiveness now.” My voice is rough and my body shakes, but I keep my eyes soft when I look down at her. She’s everything to me, and I need her to understand this—know that no one comes before her. “Because once I’m inside of you, there will be nothing in this world that can pull me away.”
“Javi, I trust you. I—”
“I love you more than my own life, Mariah.”
A warm hand cups my jaw, and she pulls me down to her, my lips just touching hers. “I love you, too. In an almost obsessive crazy way and without control. All I want is you. All I think about is you.”
“Motherfuck.” It’s a rough exhale. A harsh shiver that runs from the top of my head and settles on my swelling cock. I’m throbbing—pulsing within the warmth of my girl’s parted thighs.
She makes me lose touch with reality.
With the regime I’ve followed since the day I made my first kill.
I’m hers to do with as she pleases, and when she kisses me again, I give in. Lose myself in her touch and scent, in the way her plump lips feel against my own. Jesus, she’s sweet and soft and explores my mouth with a keening mewl—almost begging for more of me. My touch. My cock.
“I’m going to spend the rest of my life spoiling you, beautiful. I’ll live for you.” Her hips undulate at that, and the thin fabric of her dress slips over her hips, exposing her cunt to the cool air. She hisses and I pull my lips from hers, looking down to the soft pink flesh. “So fucking pretty.”
“Please.”
“What do you need?” I’m rewarded with another horny little sound, but right now I need more. “Use your words.”
“Kiss me. Touch me.”
“Like this.” With the tip of two fingers, I part her labia at the same time I retake her lips. I swallow her moans. Taste her need. She’s wet and pliant, her noises filling the room with a symphony that I wish to spend the rest of my life listening to. “Or like this?”
“All of it as long as it’s with you.”
“Til death do us part.” I slip a finger inside and pump it a few times. Then add another. Mariah’s tight, walls clenching, and I smile against her mouth, deepening the kiss—her tongue battles mine for dominance, but gives in when I bite her lips.
We’re a brutal explosion of lust and hunger, this raw, uncontrollable yearning that I call home. She’s my reason and purpose.
“Javi,” she moans, a reverent sound when I nip her chin and down the path to her neck. Her skin flushes under my ministration, her nipples hard, and I bite one while slipping from her small hole. Wetness coats my fingers and I rub her clit with the pad of my middle finger. “More.”
Tight circles. Pressing down hard.
“Take your tits out,” I hiss out, giving each tip a lick over the cotton and pull back. Shaky hands do as I say and undo the top three buttons slowly, teasing me, but I’m past the point of patience.
I smack her clit, and she opens the next two a little faster. This won’t do.
Grabbing the bit of undone fabric in my hands, I rip it down the middle.
Buttons scatter. A gasp escapes her.
The look in her eyes is intoxicating, and I take a moment to look at her just like this:
She’s on her back and looking up at me with hooded eyes, tits on display and her pussy lips wet with desire. This woman is my heaven. My weakness. Mine.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Muñeca.”
“And you’re perfect for me,” she whimpers, spreading her thighs wider on my couch. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Kneeling between her parted thighs, I place a finger at her mouth and dip it between wet lips. Her breath is warm and her tongue soft. Her throat bobs and I trace a path down to the center of her chest before cupping a tit, my fingernail flicking the metal adorning the pebbled tip, and then the other before taking it between my lips, my tongue lapping at the sensitive flesh.
“More.” One of her hands embeds itself into my hair and tugs me closer, holding me against her breast. And I suck harder, flipping between the two tips until her free hand slips between us and pulls at the drawstring of my shorts, pushing the waistband low enough that the engorged head slips out. “No foreplay. I want you just like this.”
I can feel her heat. If I snap my hips, I’d be buried deep.
Mariah traces the head while her thighs try to push the basketball shorts lower. They don’t move much, but just enough to rub the first few inches over her clit before I bite down on the flesh between her breasts.
She screams and I pull back, admiring the perfect indentation of my teeth.
I want her body littered with these. With my mark.
My cock throbs, and I look down in time to catch the sight of a little pre-come falling onto her skin. So fucking beautiful.
“I’ll love you slowly later.” I take my hands from her body long enough to remove my shorts and then toss them aside somewhere, could care less where they land. Her dress is torn. It hangs on either side of her body and I plan to frame the fabric after. I’ll carry a piece of it in my wallet wherever I go.
That’s how obsessed with her I am. No shame, either.
“And I’ll let you baby me all you want.”
“Good girl.” Rubbing the head of my cock from clit to slit twice, I pause at her entrance. A whimper escapes her, thighs spreading wider—she’s gorgeously indecent. “Now, hold on.”
I’m inside her in one fluid motion, buried to the hilt as her fingernails dig into my arm. She’s arching and bucking against the intrusion while I pull out and slam back in.
No pause. No waiting for her to adjust.
My baby takes my cock so prettily with a cry on her lips and her wetness dripping down to my balls. Her eyes roll back, neck pushing against the cushions. She’s shaking. Breaths labored.
“Baby,” Mariah moans, pulling me down until our chests are flushed and I anchor her to the couch with my hips. Fucking her with hard strokes, and when she clenches, I slip a hand beneath and grip an asscheek.
“You feel so good, Muñeca. So tight.” I flex my hips and then pull out slowly, dragging my cock against her walls before slamming back in. A delicious clench comes from her core, nearly choking my girth. “Again. Do that again.”