Page 33 of Hidden While In Sight

His fingers slid underneath, barely able to plump her tiny breast. He groaned, taking the whole fucking thing inside his mouth just as he’d imagined. His other hand slid under her back, holding her in place as he swirled with his tongue and mouthed her flesh. Her tit was all fucking his, and he was the one making that desperate, broken sound as he filled his mouth with her taste.

He backed off enough to close his lips on her nipple instead, sucking at her hard.

Her fingers dug into his neck, holding him against her as she whimpered again. When he nipped with his teeth, her hips tried to grind into him but couldn’t find the friction they needed. Her dampness grazed his stomach, and, with a growl, he released one breast to feast on the other. He nipped the nipple a little harder before sucking again in drugging tugs that made him light-headed.

“Diego!” His name rang in his ears.

He wondered if he could make her climax just from sucking her breasts. His hand slipped between them, finding her so fucking wet for him already. He swiped over her slit once before sliding all that slickness around her begging clit. He growled against her flesh, sucking hard as he lightly pinched.

Hannah called his name again as she came. The orgasm was quick, over almost as soon as it hit her. Her body went limp against his arm as he released her clit and breast, lifting his head to stare down into her dazed eyes.

“Fuck, you’re delicious.” He lowered her back to the bed before tracking his mouth farther down her body. “I want more.” When he reached the pooch of her stomach, her hands tried to shift between them to cover it. He grabbed them, kissing her stomach and trailing a tongue along the discolored stretch mark he found beside it. His head turned to nip her wrist in warning before moving her hands to his hair. Looking up her body, her expression was embarrassment mixed with need. His job was to shift her focus to all need.

“I want all of you, Hannah. Every last bit.” His hands slid her thighs wide as he lowered his face to take one of the shaved lips of her pussy into his mouth. He groaned as he got the first taste of her. Every drop was his. He released her lip and swiped up her essence with his tongue, drowning in her scent. His tongue passed over her slit again and again, not sure he would ever get enough. Her tightened grip on his hair filled him with pride. He was going to make her fucking gush against his face. Then he’d smell her there long after he was done.

His tongue pushed into her slit. He fucked her with it even as he began to hump the bed, his cock one tightened ache desperate for relief.

Her thighs shook under his hand as he buried his face in her pussy so he could nose her ignored clit. She tried to arch into his tongue. He pulled it out and dragged it up, trying to wrap around her sensitive clit. Her body shook as she choked on a cry and yanked desperately at his hair. He swiped his tongue over her clit, over and over, increasing his rhythm until she tensed and strained toward him, pressing her wet pussy into his face. His lips closed around her clit, and he sucked her to release.

She didn’t scream like he had imagined, but she choked out his name as her body twitched and gushed.

He shoved his sweats down his hips, kicking them free as he forced her hands to release his hair, and he crawled up her body. Her wetness soaked his cock as he brushed her slit with it before notching the head at her entrance, desperate to sink inside, struggling to wait.

His hands cupped her face, and he kissed her again, his body shaking from the effort to keep from thrusting deep.

Her eyes looked vacant, and he frowned, holding himself still.

“Hannah?” he called to her, stroking her sweaty hair back from her forehead.

She blinked, her pupils dilating before she focused on his face. She smiled, a trembling one that didn’t flash her dimples, but it squeezed his cock all the same, making the muscles of his spine tighten dangerously. Fuck, could a smile make him come?

“Thank you, Diego,” she murmured, staring into his eyes. It felt similar to how she had stared into the camera and yet so fucking different.

Her hand lifted and stroked his cheek, still damp from her.

“Hannah,” he gasped, his voice breaking on her name. “You’re mine. Tell me you’re mine.”

Her smile stayed put as she traced his face with her gaze. “You’re my perfect dream.”

Pain ripped through him at her words. It was as if she was already slipping out of reach, even while he was so close to being inside her.

His hand moved over hers, pressing it harder against his face. “This is real, Hannah.” His other hand moved to her inner thigh, stroking her, the head of his cock sinking inside of her as she instinctually shifted her legs wider. “I’ll show you how real.”

Diego pushed forward, finding no resistance, not after she’d orgasmed so hard. Her wetness sucked him in deeper until she had taken all of him, her walls squeezing and throbbing around his cock.

Her smile fell away, replaced by a dazed look of awe.

He rocked his hips and watched pleasure shudder over her face.

“We’ve become one.” He pulled out as much as his body would let him before sinking back inside. “Tell me, Hannah. How does it feel?”

She ground against him as if she wanted to take him deeper, so fucking wet that the dampness coated his pubic hair and dripped onto his balls. His hips rocked again, and her cunt fluttered around his cock.

“Oh, God,” she cried out, as if praying.

He pulled out and thrust back into her slightly harder.

Her hands wrapped around him to cling to his back. “This!” She made a gasping cry as he thrust again. “This!” she choked out again, her hips lifting into his steady movements, matching his rhythm. Then she lost all words as he fucked into her, over and over again.

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