Page 85 of Lourdes & the Mafia
“Fuck her with your tail, Renz.”
She jolts in his grasp at the sound of my voice, eyes flying open to train on me. I smile at her, as if to remind her that yes, I’m still fucking here.
“Would you like that, vidente?” My voice rumbles in my chest, causing her to shiver. “Do you want my brother to fuck that pretty cunt?”
Lorenzo eats her ass like it’s his last meal on earth, and at my words, his claws press against her pussy, separating the folds. The tip of his tail presses between her lips. As it does, she cries out, her voice breathless, needy. And when his tail pushes inside of her body, her thighs clench around his face, her hips rising at a rapid pace.
“How does that feel, vidente?”
Her response is a cry as her back bows back. Tremors shake her body from head to toe. “There!” she cries, grabbing onto Lorenzo’s horns for leverage as she cants her hips up, demanding more. “Right there!”
A moment later, the sound I’ve been waiting to hear keels from her throat. The orgasm shatters and her cries echo through the room, bounding off the ceiling and piercing me down to my fucking soul.
“Fuck yes, Amore, scream for me.” His tail thrusts in and out of her, demanding her pleasure in deep strokes.
She gives it, tightening her thighs around his head, suffocating him.
I have to fight back every urge that’s screaming inside my body for me to rush forward and join them. I wait, even as my dick weeps from within my pants, desperate for a fucking taste of her.
As she comes down from her high, Lorenzo pulls his tail from her body, nipping at her thighs with his teeth. He hovers above her, and with a blink and a single press of magic, his clothes disappear from his body. And hers do as well.
“Lorenzo…” Lourdes lies naked and languid beneath him, her lazy eyes roving over him. “That was…”
“Oh, we’re not finished with you yet, vidente,” I tell her. “We’re just getting started.”
“Hold onto my horns, Amore,” Lorenzo instructs.
Lourdes gasps as she scrambles to grasp them right before he poises his dick at her entrance and penetrates her in one, smooth stroke.
Her body shudders as his hips cant in and out of her. On instinct, her legs immediately wrap around his waist, heels digging into him as she rises to meet his thrusts.
A blink of my magic and my own clothes disappear entirely. I round the bed, climbing above the mattress and poising myself at her side.
Her eyes jolt open like she senses my presence, and turns, staring at the hard length of my dick near her face.
I reach a palm out, swiping away an errant curl. “Hold tighter, vidente,” I command. “Hold on tight.”
Lourdes
Icanonlydoas Ramiel commands, grasping onto Lorenzo’s horns like my life depends on it. His dick is pushing in and out of me, drawing out my pleasure in smooth, fast strokes.
My body is on edge, my skin burning, my thighs trembling as I hug him close. He’s wild now, yet no less thorough than I imagined he would be. He’s wrung pleasure out of me, and while he’s taking his own, he’s still making sure he hits me in all the right spots, swiveling his hips in motions that make me want to scream.
“Hold tighter, vidente.”
My eyes snap open, head swiveling in search of that voice. What I see shocks me completely. Ramiel kneeling at my side on the bed in all his ebony glory.
It’s the first time I’m seeing him. The first time I’ve seen so much of his skin on display.
And that dick, staring me in the eyes, of course.
“Hold on tight.”
The dark head drips clear liquid, and Ramiel grips the underside of his cock, guiding it towards my mouth in an unasked question.
My mouth dropping open is my answer and he smiles, whispering, “Good girl.” Then he presses the head against my mouth.
I suck him down greedily, inching him fast into my mouth. Inch by inch by inch by…
