Page 127 of Arturo's Temptation

“Please…” she begged.

“Tell me what you want, Bella. Tell me exactly what you want.” I blew cool air on her clit as her hips bucked off the sofa.

“Please…”

“That ain’t goin’ to get you what you want, is it?” I nipped her clit and the sounds that left her was in-fucking-credible.

“Make me come,” she demanded between laboured breaths, my fingers fucking her pussy hard and slow.

“How?”

“With your tongue, please… God, please!” Her head fell back against the sofa as cried out.

“Is that what I am to you, Bella? Your god?” I teased, my tongue tormenting her clit in feather light strokes.

“Yes!” Her eyes met mine as I looked up at her. They were glazed and hooded. The pleasure building inside of her was becoming too much and I enjoyed watching her come undone beneath me.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” I smiled a sly smile, before burying my tongue in her pussy.

Her grip tightened, and I watched as her eyes rolled back. She was so close and I couldn’t wait to push her over the edge. “Does my dirty little whore want to come?”

“Please…” she whimpered, gnawing her lower lip.

“I love hearin’ you beg. Do it again.” I demanded, as I spat on her pussy, relishing the sight of my saliva mixing with her arousal.

“Please!” she screamed. “Spank my pussy, please.”

I sucked on her clit, slamming my fingers inside her, deliberately keeping her orgasm at bay.

“Please!” Her voice sliced through the air. Grinning, I brought my hand down onto her pussy. “Ah, fuck!”

“Let go,mi princesa.” At this I lashed one more spank to her pussy and felt pure satisfaction as she screamed. Grunting, I shoved down my sweats before pushing her knees to meet her breasts as I thrust inside her. Tears sprang to her eyes as pleasure flooded her veins. I bit my lip as the need to pound into her assaulted my senses.

“Fuck!” She moaned, her fingers clawing at my back.

“I love your filthy mouth,” I brought my lips to hers. “When I’m close, you’re goin’ to get on your knees like a good fuckin’ girl. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes,” she gasped.

“That’s my good little whore. What are you Isabella?”

“Your good little whore.” Her teeth dug into her lower lip, as she spoke.

Lowering my hand, I circled my thumb against her clit. “Come.” And with that one little word her pussy tightened before she let herself go. I was so damn close after hearing her whimper and quiver beneath me.

Grunting I pulled out and demanded, “On your knees.” Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees before me andopened her mouth. “Taste yourself.” I fisted her hair, bringing her mouth to the head of my cock.

The feel of her hot mouth sliding against me was overwhelming. Once I reached the wall of her throat, tears began to trickle down her cheeks, and what a fucking sight it was. I tightened my grip on her hair, making her moan. Her nails dug into the backs of my thighs, no doubt marking my skin, and I loved every second. I’d take whatever she gave me without complaint.

“Fuck!” I sucked in a sharp breath as her mouth worked me in ways I didn’t think it could. She was driving me closer and closer to oblivion, and I was no longer trying to hold on. With one last thrust of my cock I released a roar of pleasure, coating the wall of her throat in my arousal.

She took it all. Every fucking drop.

The sight of her on her knees with my cock in her mouth would forever be etched into my memory. Sighing, I let her hair go as my cock slipped from her mouth with a pop. I sank down to my knees in front of her and pulled her relaxed body into my arms.

“Shall I finish making breakfast now?” she asked, a sleepy smile transforming her face.

“No,hermosa, I’ll finish it.” I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, before helping her back into her pyjama shorts.

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