Page 76 of Falling for the Enemy

Lips curling heavenward, she drops to her back and pushes me to the side. "Since you won't touch me as I wish, you leave me with no other choice." Mindful of her injured side, she rolls and reaches into her nightstand, removing a pink wand from its top drawer. Her tantalizing eyes meet mine as she settles back against the mattress. "You can suffer in silence while I please myself."

A buzzing sound fills the room, and she inhales sharply, a moan falling from her parted lips, the kiss of the vibrator against her swollen clit gifting her pleasure that is only mine to give.

I hiss, my control shattering.

Knowing she's won with such little effort, her manipulation having struck its intended target in one-second flat, she grins wryly as I climb back over her, my cock tenting the front of my boxer briefs, the only item of clothing I wear after undressing minutes before.

"You want me, Manzana?" In reply, she cries out and nods, the buzz of the vibrator intensifying as she clicks a button, increasing its power. "Good, because you're about to get me."

“Pozhaluysta…”

I slip my hand behind her neck, her muttered plea one I stand no chance of denying. Not when she begs so prettily. "Keep playing. You do, and I’ll touch you however you want."

I close the space between us, my mouth descending to her shoulder before licking and sucking her pulse point. She whimpers as I continue, memorizing each spot that makes her hips jerk and her breath hitch.

“I want my cock soaked with your wetness, my huevos drenched from your little pussy." I drag my tongue over her collarbone and down to her tit, taking her nipple into my mouth. "Give me that when it’s time.” Rolling. Sucking. Biting. “Or else I’ll take it.”

Her breath quickening, her eyes glaze over as I switch sides, the taste of her burning itself onto my tongue and into my memory. Undulating her hips, she bucks beneath me, the orgasm she's searching for barreling forward.

If I’m to claim it, I need to move.

Back arching, she gasps as I slide between her spread thighs and hook her knees over my shoulders. Her glistening pussy inches from my watering mouth, I slap her vibrator away, the plastic cracking as it hits the hard floor.

She grasps my hair, the curse that is undoubtedly about to roll off her venomous tongue over the loss vanishing when I seal my lips to her throbbing clit and plunge two fingers deep inside her. If she wants to come, she'll do it on my face or on my cock.

No other options exist.

"Alejandro!"

I grind my cock into the mattress, the desperate motion doing little to ease the ache that the sound of my shouted name on her lips never fails to create. Free hand going to her lower stomach, I apply pressure just above her pussy as I lash her clit with my tongue in time with each measured thrust of my fingers.

She’s soaked but could always be wetter.

When she begins to quiver, her legs tightening, I spit onto my hand, my fingers pushing the added lube deep into her, their tips curling with each plunge. "Be my good girl, Ari. Show me again how gorgeous you look when you come. You do that, and I’ll reward you with my—"

Beautiful face etched with frustration, she pushes to one elbow and grasps a handful of my hair in her shaking fist. She shoves me down, burying my face against her wet flesh once more. "Stop again," she starts, grinding against me, shyness a trait she doesn’t possess, "and I will kill—"

I chuckle against her and sink a third digit deep. A nip of her clit as she releases me. The gentle bite, followed by a hard flick of my tongue is all it takes to rip an orgasm from her, nullifying her half-spoken threat.

Body tensing, she screams, her wetness drenching my fingers. Needing to further taste it—to further taste her—I pull my hand away and sit up as her climax wanes. My palm on her stomach slips lower, thumb circling her sensitive clit as she writhes and moans, drawing out each pulse of pleasure that flows through her like quicksilver.

Pleasure I gave her.

Eyes locked on her half-lidded ones, I dip one finger into my mouth, followed by a second, further tasting her sweetness, and becoming even more addicted. From this day forward, this is how I’ll start my nights. With my soaked face between her thighs and my cock soon to be buried inside her.

It’s the closest to Heaven I’ll ever come.

I crawl up her body, my tongue on her skin leading the ascent. Once I reach her neck, she sinks both of her hands into my hair, bringing my mouth to hers. Sealing her lips to mine in a kiss that’s sure to tear her stitches, she delves her tongue deep, her essence continuing to linger.

If I had any control left, it would dissipate the moment she releases me and hurriedly snakes her soft hand beneath the cloth separating her body from mine, then grasps my steel cock, her confident and demanding touch my kryptonite.

With a growl, I tear my mouth from hers.

“You enjoy knowing you have me wrapped around your finger, don’t you?” My knees bend for no one, but for her, I’ll hit them every time. I grasp her chin, my jaw clenched, temples throbbing. “Say it. Tell me you how much pleasure my little siren gains—”

Her hands tug on my hair, where they remain. “The only pleasure I care about gaining,” she interrupts, her chest falling and rising as she pants, “will come once you bury your khui so deeply inside me that I feel it in my throat.”

My huevos tighten when she pumps her hand, pre-cum leaking from the tip of my cock. “So how about you close that talented mouth of yours and fuck me, da?” Her eyes twinkle with unspoken vitriol I know will trip my hair-trigger temper. A temper I possess primarily when it comes to her. “Or would you rather I pull another toy from—”

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