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He smiles, and a stream of cum shoots up like a fountain hitting his shirt. His nostrils flare when he holds back the groan in his throat. He comes, and it's hot, spilling all over the tops of our hands. It feels like it goes on forever.
His eyes dip to the mess he made. He is still hard when he takes my hand and tugs me to the sink.
"Taste what you do to me, Elena.––he rubs his cum like lipstick over my lips––"Do you know how many times I've come because of you. How many times have I fucked myself thinking about you? It's torture." I lick his cum from my lips, tasting how salty it is. "Fuck, that's hot but you didn't come."
"You couldn't make me."
He laughs, washing both our hands and his cock in the sink.
When he is done and puts himself away, he says. "I promise you; I'll make you come, but I have to break you first."
I grin. "Good luck trying."
I turn around to leave.
"Challenge accepted"––He pushes me against the door, his lips on my cheek¬¬, and slides his hands inside the band of my jeans, finding my pussy, and dips his finger. "You're so wet forme,Preciosa. I can smell you from here. How your pussy begs to be broken, but I'll never force you until you’re ready."
He plays with my clit, and tiny whimpers escape my lips. It feels so fucking good. He's so dirty. He plays with pussy knowing where to stroke, where to flick, and when to dip inside my pussy careful not to go too far. He coaxes my orgasm, making good on his promise. If I thought I would leave this bathroom without him making me come, I'm out of my mind.
Santi is not the type to mess around. I need to remember this man gets what he wants. He'll kill for it.
I'm way out of my league. He's rough, dirty, and hot. I'm not sure I'm ready to play with the devil.
His finger slides back to my ass, and I gasp. "That is another place I want to explore. You can give me that, too, when you're ready."
"Never," I quip.
"Never say, never. I might just take it." He licks the shell of my ear, and I grind shamelessly in his hand. "Tell me you like it when I play with your pussy, Elena."
"No."
I buck against this hand. My breathing turns frantic when he plays with me faster, playing me like strings on a guitar. "Your body is telling me a different story."
"Fuck you."
"I plan on it. My best friend wants my cock to split her pussy open and make her scream. You can tell me no, but your eyes and your pussy call you a liar. They tell me all I need to know."
I grind my hips, gripping his wrist and pushing me deeper. "Oh yeah, what do they say?" I taunt.
Fuck it feels so good. I want to come. I want him to make me come.
"For me to fuck you. To fill you with my cum. Spread it all over your scars like a balm for your wounds and then lick it off."
"Oh… I'm coming."
"Come, Elena. Come for me,Preciosa." The palm of his other hand grips my neck, pushing my back against him. He rubs the tip of his hard cock between my ass cheeks, grinding his hips. "My cock can't get enough of you. It wants you every time it sees you driving me crazy in those little shorts.''
My orgasm slams into me, imagining being fucking me from behind and from the front. His cock grinding in my ass. His finger playing with my clit. I swear it pulses on his finger. “Yes…Oh…God."
This is crazy, but I have never felt this way. Santi makes me feel filthy, and I like it. I know I'm not ready for it, but deep down, I crave for him to destroy me. It is why I can't give into ––I can give into him.
After the game and getting my brother to give me one of his jerseys so I could cheer for him after I told him it was a bad idea to bring random girls to the house, I waited in the parking lot for Santi. He played awesome. He made three touchdowns, pointing at me in the stands. I felt special. I was proud. All the guys played well, winning 21 to 3.
"You see, you’re my good luck charm," Santi says, walking toward me.
"No, I'm not."
“Yes, you are."
