Page 6 of Naked Truth

Chapter Four

Raoul

I’ve hadwomen throw themselves at me before, but never one as stunning or innocent as Valentina—and never in such a public setting. The fact someone could walk by at any minute and catch us, or wonder why the shrub to my back is shaking like an earthquake is beneath it, is far more exciting than I anticipated.

“Raoul,” she whispers against my lips as I inch my hands low, lower, bunching up the hem of her dress until it’s above her hips. I run the flat of my hands along her smooth curves and kiss her, holding nothing back. She is more than receptive when I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth, and I take my time tasting every inch of her. These aren’t the only inches I wish to taste on her. The source of the delicious scent of her want wafting up between us has me close to dropping to my knees to lap the cream from her pussy.

She works the remaining buttons on my shirt until it completely opens at the front, her fingers shaking in her eager excitement to get me naked. I do love when a woman knows what she wants and goes for it.

Rocking my hips, I press my rigid cock to her hip. She gasps and slips her slender hands beneath my shirt, caressing my shoulders. When she runs her nails down my chest, chills dance across my skin.

“Valentina,” I groan and pull her against me, lifting her into my arms and wrapping her legs around my hips. She’s wearing a thin piece of satiny fabric covering her pussy, blocking me from claiming my prize. I easy push it aside and tease her wet folds with my fingers, mixing her juices around.

“Oh,” she purrs and wiggles her hips. I sink a finger deep inside her hole and she gasps, kissing me hard. Fucking her with my fingers, teasing her clit with my thumb, I move more deliberately. We don’t have the luxury of time, of me exploring every curve, every inviting channel of her body, not as I want to. I’d rather lick the dew from her curls, devour her flesh with my mouth, have her come on my tongue and lap up every last drop. In time, I will do exactly that.

This time, however, I will grant her a ride on my cock, lift her higher than she’s ever flown, and fill her full of my seed, marking her pussy as mine. It may only be for tonight, but I’ll take it.

Unfastening my pants, I pull out my cock and rub it up and down her slick heat, coating my flesh with her juices, preparing us both for my entry. I roll my hips, pressing the tip of my large cock into her cunt. She wiggles again, sinking me in further. I can’t stop myself from grabbing her hips and slamming her down, seating her onto my flesh. She kicks and the shrub behind us rocks but stays upright.

“Is this what you want?” I plunge deep inside her tight hole once more, baring my teeth with a hiss at how hot her pussy is, how much her body fits mine like a glove. The walls of her channel throb on my cock, taunting me, daring me to drive deeper, harder. So, I do. I do exactly that, fucking her fiercely and swallowing her cries as she rides me. “Does my little bird wish to sing?”

“Oh, yes.” She holds me tighter as her channel quivers. She’s close, so I pinch her clit and fuck her hard, fast, our bodies slapping against each other as we both press higher, higher. “I’m… Oh, dios mio. Raoul!”

Her pussy clamps down as her orgasm detonates, triggering my own. Life erupts out the tip of my cock as the explosion of my release takes over. I fuck her hard, barely aware of the shrub shaking and rattling behind me. At this point, the only bush I care about is the one I’m pounding, pounding, pounding, drawing out her climax for as long as possible.

She whimpers as the last of her orgasm drains from her body, coating my cock. How I wish I could suck her cream into my mouth. Next time, I most certainly will. I’ll drink from her well before fucking her properly, not like this. Not pressing her into the corner of an alcove and plowing into her like some sex-starved teenager.

“Raoul,” she purrs as I lower her to her feet, kissing my chest on her way down.

“My sweet Valentina,” I reply and kiss her gently, nibbling on her delicious lips. “Does that please you?”

“Sí. So much Sí.”

I grin at her answer and kiss the tip of her nose. “Come,” I say and take her hand. “Dom Hernandez will wonder where you’ve run off to.”

“I can’t—I can’t see him after we just…” She nods at the alcove we christened, then at the shrub, now on its side.

“We’ll stop by one of the many bathrooms for you to make yourself presentable.” I squeeze her hand and smile wide. “You look like you just had sex up against a wall.”

She colors beautifully as I knew she would. It also has the result I wanted of silencing her protests.

I lead her to the nearest bathroom, nodding at each of the guests as we pass them. Valentina greets them much the same, smiling shyly and making me want her all over again. How she’s gotten such a firm hold on my attention is still a mystery, but it doesn’t matter. I want Valentina—no matter what her last name is.

Though I know she’s expecting to avail herself of the bathroom alone, I enter the room immediately behind her, and lock the door behind us. She turns at the sound, facing me. “What are you doing?”

I’ve already closed the gap between us and reach for her, lifting her and setting her onto the bathroom counter. Instinctively, her legs open to me and I waste no time dropping to my knees. “Now that I’ve made you sing, I’m going to clean you, pequeña ave.”

“Little bird,” she offers. “I speak fluent Spanish.”

I already know this. It’s another thing I’m already taken with by this woman. The imposters before her spoke Spanish, yes, but not fluently. They sounded like they downloaded a free app on their phones to learn the language on the way to meet my employer. Valentina sounds as if she’s been speaking it all her life.

“Let me see if I can make you sing again.” I lean in, inhaling the scent of our mixed juices before pushing the wet fabric of her panties aside. Her pussy is glistening, anxious for me to give it more of my attention. “And then I will lick you clean.”

“Raoul, we don’t—ah!” She sucks in a breath when I stab my tongue between her folds, not slowing until I reach her swollen clit. It’s already ripe for me, ready to release more of her juices, this time for me to drink. I suck her tight button between my lips and thrash my tongue back and forth. She thrusts her fingers into my hair and arches her back.

I scoot her forward until she’s hanging off the counter. Her legs splay wider, giving me the access to move in closer. Sinking two fingers inside her pussy, I lick and tease her clit, relishing how it swells further inside my mouth. Her cream is better than the most expensive tequila, making me drunk off its taste. I fuck her faster, lapping up everything her body produces for me.

Her mewls and squeals press me to drive harder. She’s close again, her pussy spasming on my fingers. I attack her clit without mercy, listening to her cries as she floats higher.

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