“Fuck me, menina, you’re destroying me with just a few words. I would never hurt you, not intentionally, but…what if I did? What if one day, with actions or words, I break that pledge?”
“So we live in fear for the rest of our lives, or do we trust each other’s intentions?”
Rawness settled between us; only her lips could help me navigate this intensity. In her kiss I found solace, understanding, and acceptance. My hands explored what I had denied myself for months. The sinful curves of her body, the scorching fever of her skin, the intoxicating scent of her pleasure shattered my control, leaving me raw, starving, and willing to be undone by her.
“You cannot come until I tell you,” I growled as I settled myself to feast.
I kissed her fingers, one by one, licking the inside of her arm, dragging her into the same desperation I’d succumbed to. Pressing my nose to her armpit, I?—
“João!”
“Yellow?” I asked her, wanting another sniff of whatever powdery goodness mixed with her pheromones, but a nigga had restraint. Barely…
“No, no, green, but oh my word, you just sniffed me! Oh goodness!” My nose dove into the warm crevice again, her scent activating all my feral ways. The yield of her shoulder under my teeth calmed me until Gisele’s hips started grinding against me.
“You want this dick, don’t you?” I taunted her as she fought her restraints. “I know you want it, but you’ve been so patient. You can wait a little bit more, can’t you, greedy girl? Stay still and I’ll reward you.”
The pout she produced deserved to be framed, but she nodded and went still.
If I could be lifted, I’d fly away my chest was so light. A fake cough covered the smirk that fought to emerge. My cheeks hurt from keeping it under wraps. Once I was certain she wouldn’t move, the exploration began. Lips between her breasts, fingers coasting along her flanks. Forehead cushioned by her belly while my palms molded her scrumptious ass. Every dip, slope and hidden nook I wanted to experience.
By the time I reached between her legs, my boa menina was a wet muddle.
“What’s this mess here, boa menina?”
Gisele’s whimper shouldn’t fill me with satisfaction but damn if my chest didn’t puff up a little more in the inhale.
“Use your words, peace.”
“You made the mess, Master.”
“Oh, so it’s like that? You gonna blame me for this dripping pussy?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Very bold of you, boa menina. Lucky for you, I’m in a good ass mood, so I’ll help you take care of it.” Kneeling on the side of the bed, my gaze filled with deep brown thickness, dimples, and the prettiest pink pussy weeping for my mouth.
“I’m a little thirsty; slake me, Gisele,” I commanded, arranging both of us till I was face up on the bed between her legs. Her delicious scent galvanized me, and opening wide, I let my tongue bathe in her waters. She was so wet, her juices were trickling out of her. Droplets of her essence coated my tongue, the tangy taste an elixir I’d never be tired of enjoying.
“Ohhh, ohh, Master, please, please…” Gisele pressed her coochie to my mouth, smothering me for a second. Using her hips for handles, I pulled her up enough to run my tongue over her slit, making her scream.
“I’m not here to eat you, I’m here to be fed.” The growl shook my chest, fingers sinking into the plushness of her hips, guiding her close enough to get another tongue bathing.
With flicks and caresses I pulled her to the brink, just to leave her right at the precipice.
“No nut without my permission, boa menina.” One more lick, one more taste. Fuck, who was I kidding? It would never be enough.
“Please, Master, I need to come…” Gisele pleaded, her moans filling the playroom and catapulting my hunger to another plane. For a couple of minutes I let her juices drip while my tongue ghosted her slit, then when she least expected it…
“Give me that cum, peace.”
I pressed my entire face on her, a deep growl erupting from my chest causing all types of vibrations between Gisele’s lips.
“Ohhh, what….aaaaahhhhh!” She dissolved into pure raw need, her climax reverberating through her body, shaking the bed and my face as waves continued to carry her high into her orgasm.
“Boa menina, that is how you come for me. This will be the first of many.”
GISELE