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“Ma—”
“Thi—”
“As—”
My dick kicks so fucking hard at the way she cries my name. Her nails are digging into my fucking scalp like she’s clinging to a cliff. She is. I’m taking her to the precipice of bliss, and I’m going to drop her ass off.
Slowly, almost tentatively, she starts fucking my face. I lash her with my tongue over and over. Punishing, pleasuring, drawing her out further and further. I pull back, tugging those plump lips into my mouth. I cover her with long swaths of my tongue. Her legs are trembling. She’s coming undone. Triumph roars within me like a gale. She’s shuddering, begging me, patting me with trembling fingers.
“You’re so greedy, so needy. Such a needy little brinquedo de fuder. Tell your husband what you need.” I growl against her flesh, which is slick, glistening, and wet for me—my perfect little fucktoy just as I claimed in my mother tongue. Only for me from here on out. No more Sommerland. Mine is the only dick her pussy will curve around, and by the morning she will know it.
“You,” she says on almost a whisper. Not good enough. But the way she arches, showing me that hot little hole, convinces me to make her come, so I pierce her pretty flower with my tongue.
Turning all my attention to her pretty little pussy, I flick, lash, and swirl her clit with the tip and flat of my tongue.
She pumps against my mouth crying, “Thi,” on a raw scream, her hot cream spilling.
Coming to my feet, I catch her just as she crumples. She’s made me lose my mind. We’re still standing in the living room, facing the balcony of the suite. I haul her up over my shoulder; she’s naked except for her heels.
After striding into the bedroom, I stop, looking at the pink rose petals strewn all over the bed. If I were with anyone else, I’d roll my eyes. But for some reason, I want to see Nikki surrounded by flowers when I drive into her soft, curvy body.
I toss her on the bed. She bounces from the force. Pulling herself up on her elbows, she looks at me warily as I slip the knot of my bow tie free, kicking off my shoes. I subsequently toss my cuff links on a nearby dresser. I make quick work of my shirt, which smells of her sex and the vanilla-rose scent she loves to wear. I unbuckle my belt before tossing it to her.
“Hold that.” I give her a nasty smile. “You should have checked before you decided to fuck with me, darling. You’d have found out I like to fuck dirty, hard, and without remorse.”
Her swallow of trepidation is so pretty, I muse, stepping out my pants, taking off my dress socks. I leave my T-shirt on, not wanting to scare her or see any pathetic pity. My eyes never leave hers. She has her legs pulled closed, hiding what’s mine.
“Open your legs, Nikki, darling. Let me see what you were so ready to give that blond bitch.” My dick springs free, slapping against my abs just I catch her shaking her head. “Open. Your. Legs. Wife.”
She flinches like the words are an epithet. Which in this moment they are.
I prowl over to her, pushing her hesitant legs apart. “You will never deny me. This pussy is mine for as long as I want it.” I position myself at her sweet little hole, rubbing the head of my cock between her slick lips. “You are mine. Mine.” I thrust hard, deep, until I bottom out.
I see the moment pain flashes in her eyes; tears spill out the corners of her eyes, trailing down to her mouth before slipping sideways onto the duvet. Her bottom lip is bruised and bleeding from where she bit it trying not to cry out.
I feel no remorse when I realize I split her cherry. I know I wasn’t gentle. Telling myself not to care about her tears, I touch her forehead with mine, whispering, “This is what you wanted, right? What you planned. You saved this pussy for me. It was always supposed to be mine. You were always supposed to be mine.” Elation thrums through me like a victory cry. Only me. She saved this pretty pussy for me; it makes my heart thump harder in my chest.
I lick the tears on each side. “So pretty when you cry,” I growl. Then I groan, feeling her muscles tightening around me. “You got some good-ass pussy. Thank you for saving it for me, darling.” She tightens more. So tight, so slick. Giving her time to breathe through it and take this dick, I don’t move.
“Such a good fucking girl, keeping this pretty-ass pussy for me.” My dick kicks. She shifts. Easing out, I watch the way her pupils dilate.
“You like?” I ask on the return.
Her head bobs. “Y-yes.”
“Thank your husband for making you feel so good, minha pequena.” I move within her lush sweetness with purpose.
I can feel my seed already rising.
“Thank you, husband,” she whimpers, moving her hands around my neck. She’s so close, too close to me, offering her mouth to kiss. My heart, the fucking betrayer, kicks.
Moving close, I don’t give her what she wants. Snatching her hands away, I trap them above her head. Anything to avoid giving in.
Driving into her, I try to find her G-spot. Angling her, I brush it, hearing her gasp. Her muscles squeeze me so hard, she almost makes me come.
There’s no way I can last like this. Pulling out, I flip her over before shoving a pillow under her stomach.
Pushing her legs up froggy style, I get an unobstructed view of her ravaged pussy. I see her blood slicking my dick. The monster in me howls like the beast it is seeing the claim I made. Bending, I lick her from slit to ass.
