Page 27 of The Love Language of the Cartel

I dove into her pussy from behind and thrust my tongue into her as far as I could go. Demi was sweeter than a slice of Tres Leches. I knew it from the moment I first laid eyes on her. I could sense good pussy, and Demi’s was Michelin star worthy. She moaned—an unrestrained little sound that made my bulge ache against my zipper.

“I’ma taste all you can feed me,mi amor,” I promised, rolling my tongue against her folds over and over again.

She rose to her tippy-toes and popped her ass against my face. I gripped her hips, winding my tongue over her gushing honeypot.

She moaned. “Oooh fuck. Don’t stop. Don’t you fuckin’ stop.”

“You gon’ save this sweet ass pussy for me,mi amor?”

From the way I had her ass shaking, squirming, and unable to string two words together, I knew I’d proven the point I’d set out to prove.

I smacked her ass before flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue. “You only cum for papi,mi amor?” I asked, sliding two fingers inside her.

She twisted her neck over her shoulder. Her eyes were slammed shut, and her forehead was glistening with sweat beads. She looked like Heaven on Earth. She reached back, landing her palm on the back of my head, mashing my curls.

“Fuck, yes, just like that,” she whimpered, legs shaking.

My tongue flicked up and down with reverence as I repented my sins into her folds. Her body was my church. My dirty, naughty church.My tongue darted in and out of her. She trembled, her thighs shivering. Her breathing was ragged, just like mine was.

“Please, please don’t stop.” The needy cry escaped her mouth in a sob, and for a second, I paused. But not for long.

“Yes, Demi.” My thumb found her clit and rubbed it hard. Her knees buckled, and I had to catch her around the waist to hold her in place.

I turned her around and lifted her up so that her legs were resting on my shoulders. She gripped my head with two hands while bucking against my face with every last drop of energy she had. I knew she was nearing her climax, and I was going to make sure she never forgot the feeling of my tongue fucking her.

“Oh fuck. I’m about to cum!”

“Fuck my face,mi amor. Cum for papi.”

I kept up the pressure, but with my free hand, I freed myself and fisted my growing erection up and down. I couldn’t help myself. Watching her, tasting her, and hearing her moans had me ready to turn my feature presentation into a short film. Soon, we would be married, but I didn’t want to wait. I wanted to know how good her pussy felt wrapped around my dick and how tightly she gripped me and how she sounded when she came.

“Oooh fuck. Fuck, Ozias! Fuck! I’m cumming! Don’t you fuckin’ waste it. I want you to get every drop!”

That was all the invitation I needed. I lapped up her love juices like a kitten to warm milk, allowing her to ride the wave of her orgasm all the way to the end. When her thighs loosened around my neck, I lowered her, only letting her feet dust the ground for a second before I had her legs wrapped around my waist and her back against the wall.

I pulled my pants down lower and slowly dragged the tip of my dick down her creamy slit, coating myself in her wetness and pushing myself in with one hard brutal thrust.

I growled upon entering her waterpark. My eyes rolled back into my head as she clamped around me, and at the same time, my fingers on her clit pushed her over the edge. Her legs shook, and she screamed. A cry that was a perfect mix of pleasure and pain.Our connection was rough, primal, and echoing through the hallway. I didn’t give a fuck who heard. I wanted to let everyone know I’d planted my flag and claimed her pussy as mine from that day forward.

“Who better than me?”

“Nobody.”

“Louder.

“Nobody!” she squealed.

“Don’t you fuckin’ forget it,” I said, pulling almost all the way out while gazing down at the cream that coated my dick and then slowly slid back inside. I loved watching her body take every inch of me. It was a beautiful fuckin’ sight.She had me warring with myself, trying to hold back from spilling my seed inside her too quickly.

Demi’s long red nails dug into my tattooed back, leaving marks I’d wear proudly. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and I felt her wetness tightening around me.

I continued thrusting into her relentlessly, feeling the familiar heat building in my own body. But this wasn’t just about satisfying my own desires. This was about showing Demi who was in control and who she belonged to. My hands roved over her back until I grabbed a handful of her dark hair and yanked it back so her back arched and her breasts were thrust out.

I leaned forward to capture her lips in a kiss, our tongues battling for dominance as our bodies moved together in perfect rhythm.

Demi moaned while roughly gripping my face with both hands. “I hate you.” She gasped against my lips, but there was no persuasion behind her words.

“Then why do you feel so fuckin’ good?” I growled back, my voice rough with lust.

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