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“That’s it,” he purrs. His gaze has no judgment as it heats.None.
Now that I’m not hiding from him, I stroke tentatively. But not for long. My pussy is impatient, and as my arousal climbs, my fingers dance, teasing and kneading as I fly.
His eyes are dark pools of lust. The closer I get to the edge, the shallowerhisbreathing becomes.Antonio Huntsman affected by a dirty little show.
My fingers quicken as I revel in the newfound power.
But Antonio is not without his own sway. He drags two fingers over the slippery flesh, before sliding them inside me. I gasp, and my head falls back when he joins the party. “Ride my fingers,” he encourages, curling them toward my inner walls.
My hips rock, timidly at the start. But even the small movements send waves of pleasure through me, and I pull him deeper, until I’m seated on his hand.
“What do you think about when you’re all alone, rubbing that beautiful pussy?”
I don’t speak. Instead, I trace his jaw with my tongue.
He grunts and scissors his fingers, opening me wider.
The unrelenting pressure makes my thighs quiver.
“Answer me. What do you think about?”
“You. You,” I repeat, as his fingers slow, easing their way back to the rough spot on my walls. The spot that makes me gasp for breath as he caresses it.
“I think of you too,” he admits, his voice like crushed stone. “Every damn time.”
My walls clamp down on his fingers, and I buck, and buck, as the orgasm washes over me like a giant wave. This one stronger than before.
Antonio pulls me toward him, holding my trembling body against his. I close my eyes and listen to his pounding heart.
“Never be embarrassed to show yourself to me. Or to come apart while I watch. Never be embarrassed about what makes you feel good. Your pleasure brings me pleasure,Princesa.”
His tenderness is unexpected. I tighten my arms around his shoulders and melt into him.
“Don’t get too comfortable. We’re not done. On your hands and knees. Ass in the air. I want easy access.”
Every muscle in my body stiffens. “No. No,” I repeat. There’s no way in hell I’m letting him do that.
He pulls my hair, angling my face toward his. “Pleading isn’t going to get you anywhere. I already told you that.”
He pauses, but his eyes don’t leave my face as they watch and wait. “Say it, or get on your hands and knees,” he says after a long moment passes. “We don’t have all day.”
The word is on the tip of my tongue as I stare into his eyes. The darkness eclipses the light—but it’s there. It will return. I’m not worried.
And I’m not ready to stop him—not yet. “You can’t expect me to move while you’re holding my hair.”
He nods. It’s such a small movement, as though it’s meant not for me but for himself. Without a word, he releases his hold on me, and I roll onto my stomach.
While I get on my knees, Antonio loses his shirt, but not his pants. Watching him undress feels like a small victory—like I’ve bought myself some time, or maybe he’s changed his mind. My muscles unspool one at a time, as the cool sheet soothes my heated skin.
Nestled behind me, he wraps his arms around my body, cupping my breasts while his flat tongue forges a path along my spine, caressing each vertebra on his way up. “You’re so sweet,” he purrs, dipping two fingers into my sensitive pussy. After he draws them out, he holds them to my lips. “Suck, like a good girl. Clean your juices, just like you would off my cock.”
I don’t hesitate. I don’t think. I just draw his fingers into my greedy mouth, feeling the rough denim against my back while I suck, like it’s his cock. I’m aroused again. His voice. His touch. His filthy talk. Everything crashes over me, as he pushes his fingers deeper into my mouth. So deep, I gag.
“Such a goodPrincesa,” he says, pulling his hand away.
I hear rustling behind me, but when I turn my head to look, his hand falls hard on my ass.
“I didn’t say you could move.”
