“Are you nervous, Princesa?”
“No, I’m pissed at you.”
I bend down, my lips so close to hers. “Why?” I ask, but I know the answer.
“You had no right going to that class tonight.”
Both of my hands grab her waist, pinning her to the wall.
“Baby, that’s where you’re wrong,” I whisper.
Fuck, I can’t control the words that are coming out of my mouth. I see the surprise in her big blue eyes.
“Please, Miles,” she whimpers. I don’t know if it’s due to how hard I’m holding onto her or the reaction she has to my touch. But I continue. With one hand on her waist, I move the other to her pussy. The fabric of her leggings doesn’t deter me. I rub her pussy, and I can see the effects it has on her. Veronica’s moans are all the encouragement I need.
“Why?” She moans. “Why are you doing this? You have other wo—” I don’t let her finish the sentence. My lips crash into hers, and she opens for me. My body is enveloping all of her. My hands touching her, my lips consuming her, my body vibrating with need for her and only her. I can feel her soaking through her leggings. I pull away, giving us a chance to catch our breath, but my hands don’t leave her body. I look down and see a wet spot where I’m rubbing her pussy.
“Don’t tell me you’re jealous?”
“No,” she moans.
I take a step back, my hands leaving her body. I instantly feel the loss. Fuck, I need to taste her. I’m dying to taste her. I can smell her arousal on my hand and all around us.
“I need to taste you, now.” It’s not a question.
“What? I don’t know.” She turns her head.
I grab her chin with my fingers. “Yes. Now be a good girl for me and take off your clothes, or I’ll rip them off you. Don’t think I won’t, Veronica. What happened in the private room wasn’t enough for me.”
She doesn’t move. “I just worked out, and I’m sweaty.”
She’s making up excuses, and I’m not a patient man when it comes to her. “I don’t give a fuck. You have thirty seconds.”
I step back, and she moves to take off her sports bra. Revealing those magnificent breasts. I see her hesitation. We lock eyes as she grabs the topof her leggings and pulls them down, one inch at a damn time. Down that round ass of hers, down her thick thighs. Fuck, she’s completely bare. I’m salivating at the image in front of me.
“You’re exquisite, you know that?”
“I bet you say that to all the women you fuck.”
I hate that she said that. I take a step closer to her, my hand on her cheek. “Only you. No one else, just you.” She leans into my hold.
I take her hand and lead her to the couch. I remove my shirt and feel her eyes on me. We stand here admiring each other, but I can’t wait any longer. I push the coffee table farther away from our side of the couch. I sit on the expensive rug and lay my head on the couch.
“I want to taste you. So, you’re going to be a very good fucking girl and sit on my face.” I can see her thighs rubbing together. “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you come on me over and over again.”
“Only if you let me taste you after.”
Goddamn, I think I just came in my pants. “Fuck, Princesa. You’re going to be the end of me. You know that?”
“One can only dream,” she sasses back. No matter, I’m going to ruin that fucking pussy.
She’s close enough that I grab her thigh and pull her to me. “Now sit on me and ride my face. Do with it what you want.” I’ll worship her; my face is her throne.
I can see her eyes dilate with need. I place my hand on her inner thigh and feel her juices drip down. I groan at the sight. My reaction must encourage her because she lifts herself onto the couch. One knee on each side of my face. I don’t wait; I wrap my arms around her thighs and seat her on me. A moan immediately escapes her.
“Oh fuck,” Veronica cries. She lifts herself up and down. My eyes are open, and I see she’s holding on to the couch. Her tits are bouncingas she impales herself on my tongue. She tastes like sin, and fuck, I can’t get enough of it. I bury myself inside her. Jesus, I can feel her pussy clenching. She moans and whimpers. I groan into her, causing a vibration that brings her over the edge. I feel her, and I take everything she gives me. My dick is aching for a release, but this is about her.
She lifts herself to recover, but I don’t give her long. “Again,” I command. Then I sit her back onto my face. Fuck, seeing her like this is something else. She’s craving control. If she wants it, I’ll happily give it to her. We lock eyes, and she brings one hand down and grabs onto my brown curls. She rides me. I flicker my tongue on her clit. I see her eyes roll to the back of her head, so I do it again. I can’t help the smile that escapes me. Knowing that I’ll be able to rewatch this later. I move my hands to the globes of her ass. I slap both cheeks, and I hear incoherent mumbling.
