“Oh, fuck,” Diego panted as his hips tried to surge his cock into her hand. “Look what you’ve done to me, mami.”
The flash of her dimple was wicked. Her eyes lifted back to his, watching the way her touch made him fall apart. His body shook, his hands dropping to fists at his sides as she worked him over.
“And you don’t want my mouth?” she asked.
His hand uncurled as he moved it forward, cupping her between her thighs over those silky lounge pants of hers. “All my cum belongs inside here.” His other hand lifted to cup her cheek, loving the way she rubbed against it. “I want to fill you with my cum, over and over again, until you’re stuck with me for as long as we’re both alive.”
Her lips parted as she stared at him, and her hands stilled.
“I want to make a baby with you. Think you’d like that, mami?” He let his finger slide along her warm cunt.
Hannah let out a whimper as she rocked against his hand.
“I need the words, Hannah. Tell me you want that.”
She surged forward, her arms wrapping around his neck, and took his mouth in a searing kiss.
He moaned into her mouth as his hand worked her over her clothes, the other one curling around her back to hold her tight against him.
Her lips parted from his as she moaned one word. “Please.”
He lifted her, almost tripping over his sweatpants as he shuffled them over to fall on the bed.
Diego took over the kiss. He was ravenous, devouring her with lips and tongue and teeth as he pressed his cock against her warmth. He rocked his erection against her, unable to think of anything but sinking inside her and giving her all of his cum.
Her body wasn’t lifting into him, and that fact let his mind return. Her hands were locked around his neck, but she wasn’t as turned on as he was. Not yet.
He dragged her shirt up and over her head, her startled gasp not turning him off because her hands returned to stroking his arms.
“Such delicious tits you have,” Diego told her once they were in his sight. He lowered his head to suck one of her nipples into his mouth even as he rolled and plucked the other.
Hannah’s chest arched into him, asking for more.
He needed her naked and begging. He needed her to choose him.
His head lifted as he dragged her pants and underwear down and off her body, throwing them behind him without a thought. His hands pulled her legs apart by her ankles before he slid between them, his fingers caressing every inch of her skin and his shoulders widening her legs farther as he stared at her opened pussy.
She was already damp just from touching him. He slid his fingers over her slit, repeating the caress.
“Tell me you want this pretty pussy dripping with my cum.” Her hips lifted against his hand, her slit growing slicker as he stroked.
“P-please,” she whimpered with his next pass.
“Not enough. I need more than one word.” His hands moved to grip her thighs, and his face lowered between her legs. He slid his tongue over her slit from back to front, then up to flick at her clit. He was too desperate to have her to drag it out. His lips wrapped around her clit, and he sucked it into his mouth.
She hadn’t been close. He sucked and licked her without mercy, until she was crying out, her head falling back against the pillow and her hips pressing up into his mouth. He gripped her shaking thighs as he used sipping sucks on her until her orgasm pulsed through her. It was a quick one, but when he shifted to lick her slit, it had gone from damp to soaked.
He took one more taste before tracking back up her body to cover her completely. He was desperate to sink inside of her, lining himself up at her entrance and using his grip on her thigh to spread her wider for him. His other hand moved to the back of her neck, dragging her face to meet his again.
“Say it, Hannah. Tell me to fill you with my baby.”
“Oh, God,” she moaned, her hips surging up and taking the head of his cock inside of her soaked slit. She felt silky and wet and perfect, squeezing just the tip of him. Diego’s control splintered, and his hips surged forward, taking her body in one thrust. He shook as he felt her all around him, squeezing him, her body already begging for his cum.
He released her neck to brace himself and began to move. Dragging himself nearly out of her almost killed him, but then he was sliding back home, the sensation spreading from his cock to tingle along his skin and tighten the muscles at his spine. He wasn’t certain he’d stop even if she asked. As he sank into her over and over, she didn’t ask him to stop. She didn’t say anything. She just encased him in that perfect cunt of hers and dragged him closer and closer to the edge.
“Please, Hannah,” he slurred as he took her in deep, steady thrusts. The room around them was unraveling in his mind. Nothing existed but the drugging sensation of having her.
Her eyes locked onto his as her hips lifted to meet each thrust, her skin becoming red with exertion as she panted and clung.