Page 52 of Hidden While In Sight

His erection thrust against her, harder than ever. Her legs had locked around him, holding him tight, but it wasn’t enough.

He moved his face to her other breast, nipping it in his frustration, and was rewarded with her gasps while he sucked and licked and worshipped.

Fuck, he loved the taste of her tits.

His mouth trailed down her chest to that little pooch at her stomach. He dragged down those lounge pants that were blocking what he wanted, and her underwear with them, needing her bare and open. He frowned down at the stained, bunched-up tissue that came with it.

“Is that blood?”

She was on her period. Disappointment slammed into him. She wasn’t pregnant.

His cum hadn’t done its job. He’d been sure he’d flooded her, and only when he saw the proof that it hadn’t done a damn thing, hadn’t bound her to him, did he realize how much he’d wanted the opposite.

His thoughts returned to Hannah when her body stiffened, trying to curl into itself but unable to because his hands and body trapped her.

She released her shirt, as if her hands had grown too numb to hold it. Her face had that blank expression he hated, the one that said she was trying to control herself, control anything in her life.

“I’m sorry. I forgot. I’m sorry.”

She flinched when he reached for her arms. He stroked along them anyway, hoping it would soothe her.

“Shh. It’s okay, mami. I’m not mad.” Disappointed to the depths of his soul, sure, but not angry. “This tissue is no good, though. You should have told me you’d gotten your period so I could get you those pads or tampons or whatever you need.” One of his hands stroked over her abdomen. “Have you been hurting?”

The tension in her arm softened beneath his fingers. “N-no. I’m not in pain. My periods are normally light. Sometimes I skip them altogether.”

He continued rubbing her arm with one hand and drew little massaging circles along her abdomen with the other. “If you’re not hurting, how do you feel about me making you feel good?” He slipped his hand between her legs. She hadn’t been shaving, and the hair growth bristled against his skin as he slid his finger between her lips, teasing at her clit.

Hannah’s eyes blew wide, and she rocked into his hand.

“I’m not hearing a ‘no.’” He continued to circle her clit, watching the flicker of mixed emotions move over her face in the light of the single lamp.

Her hand fluttered against his wrist as if she wanted to pull it away. “Isn’t it”—she gasped out a breath, her fingers curling around his wrist, not pulling it away—“disgusting?” The last word came out in a whisper.

That sure as hell wasn’t a no.

“A little messy, not disgusting.” He reached behind his head, dragging his shirt off and shoving it under her ass. He’d only worn it because of the breaking and entering anyway.

“There’s not a thing disgusting about your body, Hannah.” He used both hands to part her, making it easier to roll her clit with his thumb. “My hands are used to blood. If you thought period blood would put me off, you couldn’t be more wrong.”

Her slit was stained with it. Imagining her pussy leaking his cum mixed with her blood made him ache to sink inside her.

She made a noise in her throat, drawing his gaze back up. His thumb swirled as he searched her eyes. “Admit you want this. Ask me to take care of you.”

Her lips parted on a panting breath. “Please take care of me, Diego.”

She’d said his name in that breathy voice. That was enough to shatter him. He worked her clit in firm strokes as his face moved to her torso, nudging under the shirt she’d released so he could latch onto her nipple and suck it into his mouth. Her body arched toward him like it had been hit with a live wire. He used teeth and tongue and suction, groaning against her tit when her hips lifted against his hand.

“Oh, God,” she cried out, her head jerking back against the couch cushion as her body grew tight.

He quickened his strokes, biting down on her nipple and making her body shudder with her release.

She didn’t scream his name, but the gasping awe she used to say it made him even more desperate to have her.

He pulled back. Blood mixed with her own slick juices coated that gorgeous slit of hers. He wanted to see the mixture on his cock as well.

Diego stripped his pants off, freeing his erection. He finished dragging her clothes down to free her feet, opening her wider so it’d be easier to fuck into her.

When he met her eyes, all he saw there was desire. Her neck was bent awkwardly, so he shifted her until it rested flat on the bottom cushion, her body almost diagonal.

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