Page 29 of Queen of Vice

“Mateo,” I began, a flare of panic rising as he advanced on me.

"I'll make it good for you," he promised, his voice low and dangerous as he flipped me onto my hands and knees. My heart raced with anticipation and anxiety. "Good girl," he murmured when I held the position, kneading my ass roughly with both hands. I closed my eyes in surrendering his hard cock pressed against my entrance, teasing me with its size.

Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, he spread my cheeks apart and dove in with his tongue.

The suddenness of it had me gasping for breath and my eyes flying open, my fingers curling into the sheets beneath me. “Oh, my God,” I whispered, never having felt anything like that in my life.

The heat of his mouth, the relentlessness of his tongue, exploring every inch of my pussy with a fervor that left me dizzy with pleasure. He lapped at my wetness, swirling his tongue around my clit before diving back in, penetrating me with expert precision.

“Rock back,” he commanded, “Fuck my face.” I hesitantly did as he instructed, and he responded by sliding two fingers inside me, stretching me in ways I had never imagined. The sensation was intense, bordering on pain, but the pleasure was too great to ignore. I rocked back against him, urginghim deeper.

I moaned loudly, my body shaking with each thrust of his tongue and digits. He slurped and sucked, until I clawed at the sheets, my heart pounding. "Oh, God," I cried out, my voice echoing in the room.

He chuckled against me, his fingers never ceasing. "That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Let it out." His tongue darted out, sweeping over my clit in a delicate flick.

“Mateo,” I gasped, my mind spiraling out of control as the thrilling sensations raced through my body.

"That's it," he repeated, increasing the pressure. He brought me to the edge and then eased off. He repeated this process, each time bringing me closer and closer to the precipice. My breaths grew shallower, my heart pounded in my ears, and my body trembled with anticipation. My moans became louder and more desperate, begging for release.

"Not yet, beautiful," he teased. “We still have a long way to go."

Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, he abruptly stopped, leaving me panting and aching for release. His chest pressed against my back as he whispered into my ear, "When you come, it will be with me inside you." He drew back and wrapped my hair around his fist. I felt his grip on my hip tighten as he positioned himself at my entrance. Without warning, he pushed inside me. I felt a sharp pain that took my breath away. And then he kept going, his cock only halfway in. I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out again, tears gathering in the corners of my eyes. I clutched at the sheets beneath me trying to adjust to the alien sensation. I knew he was well-endowed from the print I’d seen on the jogging path, but now that he was inside me, my initial assessment seemed like an understatement.

"Relax," he commanded in a low, husky voice. "Breathe, anjinho. Trust me, I'll make you feel incredible."

I tried to follow his instructions, but it was difficult as he slowly pulled out and then thrust back into me with even more force, going deeper than I thought possible. A gasp escaped my lips, followed by a cry as he continued to pound into me. I couldn't help but moan as he took control of me completely. He continued to pump, his rhythm building gradually, matching the pace of my gasps and groans.

“Spread wider for me,” his deep voice commanded.

With a shaky breath, I shifted my body and arched my back, feeling the softness of the bed beneath me. My legs parted further, inviting him to delve deeper inside me, his cock filling every inch of me. A soft scream escaped from my mouth, echoing through the room in a crescendo of pleasure. My senses were overwhelmed by the intoxicating mix of hisscent and the sensations coursing through my body. As he moved in and out of me, each thrust sending fire through my veins, I knew that this moment would be imprinted in my memory forever.

“That’s it, open up for me. Fuck, you’re perfect.” He pulled my head back and claimed my lips in a rough, passionate kiss.

“Mateo,” I gasped.

“You like that?” He punctuated his question by rocking deeper, hitting that spot that made my entire being quiver.

I could barely form words, completely lost in the bliss of our connection. All I could manage was a fervent affirmation. "Yes," I groaned, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations taking control of my body.

His deep laughter filled the air. "Good girl," he said teasingly before resuming his movements. He pulled out almost completely, only to thrust back in with even more force, causing my head to tilt back and my body toarch with pleasure. His strong hand held my jaw and throat firmly, keeping me in place as he gazed down at me with an intense possessiveness. The look in his eyes sent shivers down my spine as he pounded into me relentlessly. "You feel so fucking good," he growled. His grip tightened as he drove deeper. I felt a sharp pain, but it gradually receded as pleasure began to build, starting in my core and radiating outwards until it engulfed every nerve ending.

A surge of heat rushed through my body, making my pussy grow slick and cling to his cock. A curse muttered with a thick Brazilian accent, escaped his lips as he forcefully withdrew and flipped me onto my back. My heart pounded rapidly against my chest at the sudden change in position, sending spikes of desire coursing through me. I could feel every muscle in his body tense as he hovered over me, his beautiful eyes smoldering with primal need. He settled between my legs on his kneesand reached down, sliding a finger up and down my slit, coating it with my arousal. "You hear that?” he asked, dipping inside me, “how wet you are?”

I bit my lip, my eyes locked onto him as he pushed inside me. He watched my reactions to his every move in an almost studious manner as if he needed to commit them all to memory. He withdrew and I watched as he pulled his soaked finger to his mouth and sucked it clean, a small smirk playing on his lips. "You're so beautiful like this. You’re going to make me come just by looking at you.”

I blushed, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "You are too," I whispered, my gaze tracing every contour of his muscular chest and abs as he hovered above me. The intricate design of the dark tattoo wrapped around one side of his body added to the raw sensuality emanating from him. His dark hair was tousled in an irresistibly sexy way, a few strands falling onto his forehead.

I could hardly breathe as I took in his every feature. His eyes bore into mine, captivating me the most—pools of deep honey, flecked with hints of gold. I felt like he could see straight into my soul.

"You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” He leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "I will make every second of this count."

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, their true meaning shrouded in mystery. Before I could even begin to decipher them, he shifted back on his knees, making his way between my legs and reaching for two large, ornate pillows. "Lift up," he commanded. With his help, I moved into position as he slipped the pillows beneath my back, elevating my lower half higher than the top. His hands were strong and sure as they guided me. "There we go," he murmured with satisfaction. He drew closer, still kneeling, and a hand suddenly wrapped around my throat, holding me firmly in place ashe lined himself up and slowly pushed back inside me, burying himself to the hilt. I arched my back, moaning softly as his cock hit that sweet spot deep within me.

His other hand reached down, and I felt him slowly finger me, teasing and working me open. I gasped and trembled beneath him, my body responding to his touch instinctively. He began to move, slowly at first, his hips grinding against me in a delicious rhythm. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, wanting him deeper. His eyes never left mine as he thrust in and out, our breaths ragged and our bodies slick with sweat. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "So fucking good."

My hands gripped the sheets beneath me, knuckles turning white as I tried to hold on to some semblance of control. But the more he moved, the more my own body betrayed me, arching to meet his every thrust. "Look at you,"he said, his voice cool and calculated. "Tell me how you want it,” he demanded softly.

"Harder," I gasped, my body begging for more.

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