Before I can even respond, he is back at my center. My legs instinctively spread wider as he cups my ass while sucking on my clit with such a hunger that I squeal in uncontrollable pleasure. I can tell my moans are turning him on because he makes an animalistic growl that subtly vibrates my pussy, much like that dick of his from last night.
“Fuck, I could eat you all day,” he says in between ravenous swipes of his tongue.
Shit, and I would let him, too.
“Sit up and watch me devour you. I want you to watch me make you come the waymi reinashould.”
Fuck, I love how he calls me a queen, hisreina. I feel more like the Queen of the Damned, but for him, I will gladly take on whatever name he calls me.
I do as he says, bringing myself up onto my elbows, and the sight of this beautiful man swallowing me whole is just too much. I can’t contain my orgasm any longer. As he is sucking on my sex, he looks up at me with mischievous eyes, like he knew that I would instantly come watching him. His gaze locked on me as he hovers by my clit sends a fierce rush of pleasure through me that makes my body shake uncontrollably as I reach orgasm.
“Ah, yes,” I let out.
He gets up from his position nestled between my legs without breaking eye contact. He looks hungry, determined, and in this moment, I am intent on doing anything he wants me to. He presses me back down to the ground, more forcefully than before this time. I don’t mind. I just need him inside of me.
I glance down at his hard and ready length, appreciating the subtle ridge-like texture beneath the skin of his shaft.
He hovers over me, immediately plunging into me. I squirm as he first enters me, just as I did last night, needing to accommodate his girth once more. Despite Carmine being the biggest I have been with, not to mention the most uniquely textured, I immediately mold to his size as he moves in and out of me. As he thrusts on top of me, his bat chain slightly swings by my face, and I notice he still has his bloodied undershirt on. I kiss him as I go to lift his shirt off him, when he tenses, thrusting harder. I try to get his shirt off again. I need to see every inch of him while he is in me. I want to be swimming in his inked, murderous flesh, crimson, and all, I don’t care. But again, he tenses, this time pulling out of me.
“What are you doing? I need you back in me,” I plead.
“I need you to behave and let me fuck you,” he says blankly.
Confused and full of lust, I go to kiss him, uncertain of what I did to make him so upset. I try to lift his shirt up again, and he stops me with urgency in his eyes.
“What the fuck is your deal?” I say, becoming infuriated.
“I just want to fuck you; I don’t need you seeing my scars!” he roars.
“I don’t care about your scars,” I say, confused as to why he would think I’d care about that.
“Well, I do,” he says cryptically.
I can’t with this man. No one makes me so full of lust and irritation all within the same breath as he does.
“You know what, Carmine? Forget it,” I say, angrily.
He laughs. “Oh, you’re not in the mood, huh? Your soaking wet slit says otherwise,mi reina.” He sticks his fingers back in me.
I try to get up when he grabs me and pulls me back down to him. He kneels behind me, taking my throat with both irresistibly strong hands. He leans over, hovering over my back as he angrily whispers in my ear, “No, I won’t forget it,” he roars, entering me again.
I moan the second his length meets me once more.
“I can never forget a single moment with you,” he confesses between pumps into me.
Thrust.
“Ever.”
Thrust.
“I could fuck you for a lifetime.”
Thrust.
“Now, take it like a good girl.”
I can hear my wetness growing as he slaps against me, each thrust making me feel more alive. I arch my back as he collects my hair that was draping over my back, yanking it so I move upright toward his breath.
