Page 56 of The Love Language of the Cartel

“Oh my God. Oh fuck!”

Demi gripped the back of my head, locking me in place. Her moans were like music to my ears. I knew the staff was getting an earful. I didn’t give a fuck. I flipped her over and spit into her asshole before licking it.

Demi reached around to spread her cheeks before looking back at me.

“That’s it; spread that fuckin’ pussy wide. Let papi taste every drop,” I said before latching my lips back to her clit as if I were attracted to her like a magnet.

I smacked her ass as she winded her hips against my face, arching her back and popping her ass. I couldn’t help but stroke my brick-hard erection as she screamed and moaned my name.

“Oooh fuck, yes! Don’t stop!”

“That’s it, pop that ass for papi.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum! You’re gonna make me cum!”

“Mmm. That’s a good girl,” I said, slipping two fingers inside her to stroke her g-spot.

“Oh shit! Yes! Yes! Just like that!” Demi squealed. “I’m cumming, baby! I’m cummminnggggg.”

I pulled out, and she squirted all over my hand and face, super-soaking us and the sheets in her love juices.

“Mmmhmm, mmhm, give papi every nasty drop,” I commanded, licking and swallowing her juices.

As much as I loved having her so weak and watching her legs shake, I wanted to bury my dick deep inside her.

“Keep it just like that for me,mi amor. Keep that ass up in the fuckin’ air.”

I slapped the tip of my dick against her gushing slit and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

She looked over her shoulder at me with a devilish look in her eyes as if she’d been overtaken by lust. “You gonna fill up my pussy with your cum?”

“You fuckin’ right I am,” I promised, stroking the base of my dick.

Demi was so fuckin’ beautiful. I had to fight the urge to only fuck her missionary. But I wanted to see that ass bouncing back against my dick. I wanted to see her fuckin’ back arched until it damn near snapped.

I pushed inside her, deeper and deeper with every stroke. She repeatedly called out my name in whimpering moans. There was nothing sweeter than the sound of my name on her lips.

“Shit, I love this tight-ass pussy,” I growled, thrusting my hips forward.

“You love it, papi?”

“Yeah. I do.”

“I want you to cum all inside this pussy, baby. Drip every last drop inside me.”

“Mmhmm, I know you do. I told you that you were gonna be mine, and I fuckin’ meant it. You hear me, Demi? You’re mine.”

“Oh yeah, I’m yours, baby! Fuck me. Keep fucking me! Spill your seed inside me, baby. I’m ready,” she squealed.

Her command sent me spiraling. I fucked her harder and deeper until an explosion like no other rattled through her.

She couldn’t hold still. She had to release, scream, and let go.

“Oh my God, I’m cumming, O! I’m cumming!” She squealed while squeezing her thighs together.

When neither of us was breathing normally, and our bodies were glistening, and her legs were shaking like tambourines, I cupped her round ass cheeks and squeezed before I spilled my seed into her. My body suddenly stilled. I held my breath, squeezing Demi harder and harder as I came down from my high. She took in my warm juices and then exhaled slowly, leaning into me as she raked a hand through her sweat-drenched curls.

“Wow . . . that was—”

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