Page 49 of Love at First Ink

“Cisco…” Her voice quivered, muscles tensing. Cisco did not relent. If anything, it spurred him on even more.

She rode his face, chasing her pleasure. When she found it, her orgasm hit her hard, ripping through her body. Her breathy moans turned sultry and lasted longer. Cisco kept licking and fucking his fingers inside her until she went limp in his arms. Even then, he didn’t pull back for another few minutes.

So this was what it felt like to be satisfied by a man. She truly had been missing out for so long.

When he stood, his boxers were gone. She hadn’t even seen him do that, but she couldn’t concentrate on much at the moment…except for the hard cock bobbing between them.

It put the men of her fantasies to shame.

A small white bead pooled at his tip. She wanted to lean forward and lick it off, needing to taste him like he tasted her. Before she could do just that, Cisco picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She shrieked as he patted her ass.

“I need you in bed now, Princesa. You wouldn’t happen to have condoms, would you?’

“I’m on birth control,” she said automatically, heat rushing to her cheeks. “But I can get condoms. There’s a pharmacy downstairs and?—”

“Nah, I don’t want to stop. I’m STI-free, and you're the only woman I plan on having sex with.”

She shouldn't feel butterflies over something so simple, yet there they were, fluttering in her stomach. It felt an awful lot like commitment, something that should have sent her into apanic. She braced herself for the familiar fear of being tied to someone, of losing her freedom. But it never came. Instead, a different fear settled deep inside her—the fear of losing him.

“Just me?” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper as he effortlessly tossed her onto the bed.

“Only you. There is and won’t be anyone else. You’re mine for as long as you’ll have me,” he said gruffly.

You’re mine.

For as long as she wanted.

It felt so fucking amazing to be wanted and chosen for her and not what her family could offer.

“I want to feel you,” she said, looking down between his legs. She would definitely feel the stretch of his cock, but she needed that. She also needed to see him lose himself when he slipped inside of her.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groaned, gripping her firmly as he pulled her to the edge of the bed. With deliberate ease, he spread her legs wide, his gaze roaming over her with unrestrained desire. Once again, she was laid bare before him, and the intensity of his attention sent a thrill through her. She basked in it, preening under his hungry stare. The way he looked at her, as if she were the only thing that mattered, filled her with a confidence she had never known before.

The first brush of his cock against her pussy had her shivering. The tip of his head pushed between her folds, teasing her. Then, in one fluid motion, he pushed inside of her, and they moaned in unison.

Marisol felt the burn of his cock stretching her. It wasn’t unpleasant, especially when he reached between them and stroked his thumb against her clit. “Relax for me, Princesa.”

She hadn’t even realized her body had tensed. Probably because it had been so long for anything other than hervibrator to be inside her. And her vibrator was much smaller than Cisco’s cock. Her body was still on edge from him devouring her pussy, but she craved more. Getting one taste of an orgasm wasn’t enough and never would be again.

Cisco Ramos ruined her, and she was loving every second of it.

“So fucking perfect,” Cisco panted, and his hips began to thrust into her. Immediately, her legs wrapped around his torso, pulling him close and forcing him deeper inside.

Too damn good.

Her pussy responded in kind, tightening around him until it drew out a deep, throaty moan from Cisco. It only spurred him on, as if he wanted to claim every inch of her pussy, making sure everyone knew it was his. Because it was. She’d gladly let him fuck her whenever the need arose because she craved him just as much. Cisco awoke something within her that had lain dormant for so long. She’d never had a chance to explore her sexual side like this.

Marisol ground wildly against him. He whispered a curse under his breath, and before she could register what happened, Cisco pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach. She struggled to situate herself on all fours, but before she could get her bearings, he pushed in from behind her.

This new position felt filthy in the best way, leaving her completely exposed. He was deeper than ever before, and the stretch was intense, almost overwhelming, yet she craved every inch of him. His strong hands gripped her hips, controlling the rhythm, guiding her movements to match his. Each thrust sent a shockwave through her, and the sound of their bodies colliding filled the room with raw, unfiltered pleasure.

“Baby…” Marisol moaned, her voice trembling as she arched her back, pressing herself against him, desperate for more.

“I want you to play with that pretty clit, Princesa. Can you do that for me?” he asked breathlessly, clearly not far from his own orgasm.

“Yes.” She dropped lower, moving a hand between her soaked thighs. Her body jerked with each thrust, but she managed to rub circles around her aching clit, creating the friction she needed. Between him and her own hand, she knew she wouldn’t last long.

“Good girl,” Cisco purred when she obeyed.

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