Page 30 of Queen of Vice

“Hmm, I believe you can give me more to give than that,” he teased.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment. Speaking in such a way was not a talent I possessed. I bit my lip, trying to find the words to express my desires. "Fuck me harder."

His supple lips curled into a smirk, and he leaned forward, pressing his body against mine. "That's what I like to hear.” He began to move faster, harder, slamming into me with a force that left me gasping for breath. His other hand continued to tease me, heightening my pleasure to unbearable levels. I moaned and bucked beneath him, my body screaming for release. The room echoed with the slapping sound of our bodies coming together. His grip around my throat tightened ever so slightly, and our eyes locked in a fierce gaze. The pain mingledwith the pleasure, sending shockwaves through me.

"You want it harder, anjinho?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr. "You want me to take you rough? To take what I want from you?"

I moaned, unable to speak, my mind hazy with desire. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear, and whispered, "You want me to call you mine."

I whimpered at the thought, my body trembling as he continued his relentless assault. "Yes," I managed to choke out, my voice barely audible.

He grinned wickedly, his eyes glinting with a dangerous hunger. "That’s right. You're mine," he growled, his voice low and menacing, his grip tightening to the point it was hard to breath. He pulled out, and then thrust into me again. He was relentless, his need for dominance and my submission clear in the way he held me down, the way he fucked me. Iwhimpered; my throat raw from the sensation of him choking me.

His low groans of pleasure had me growing wetter around him, causing my walls to contract and tighten in response. "You were made for this," he swore, his words punctuated by harsher thrusts. "To be fucked just like this. To be mine.”

“Mateo.” My voice escaped in a breathless moan, his name leaving my lips like a breathless plea, a sacred prayer. I grabbed onto his wrist, the one that held me firmly in place, and clawed at the sheets beneath us until they were twisted into a tight knot. Waves of pleasure crashed over me as he drove me closer to the edge.

My cries were no longer coherent words, just raw guttural screams as I reached the peak of ecstasy. His skilled touch pushed me higher and higher, my body spiraling towards a dizzying oblivion of sensations that surpassed anything I had ever felt before. My voiceescaped in a frenzy of expletives. "Oh God!" I cried out, my legs shaking.

He suddenly released my throat and leaned down, sealing his mouth onto mine, tangling his fingers roughly in my hair as he kissed me.

His thrusts remained forceful and unrelenting, never fully pulling back, staying deep inside me. I returned his rough kisses with ferocity, my hands sliding down his back and digging into his waist, silently begging for more. I moaned breathlessly between each kiss, completely lost in this man.

With a moan and low curse, he gave in to his own pleasure and pushed himself even deeper inside me, triggering another explosive release. My fingers dug into his slick skin, my moans and whimpers blending into one harmonious symphony. My pussy tightened around his pulsing cock, eagerly taking in every drop of his release. We continued to kiss, him drawing out every last bit of pleasure byrelentlessly rocking in and out of me, his fingers now running through my hair.

He slowly pulled out after he was done, taking his time as he fully withdrew from me. I shuddered at the sensation, both painful and pleasurable. I licked my lips, willing my heart to stop racing as I caught my breath. I glanced down and saw a mixture of blood and come glistening on his cock. My stomach churned at the sight, but I couldn't look away. He wiped some off with his fingers and then offered them to me. I hesitated, but he silently urged me on with a commanding gaze. Slowly, I opened my mouth and let him feed me the mixture of us. The taste was salty and metallic, and the act felt both intimate and degrading. As I obediently cleaned him off with my tongue, I couldn't ignore the conflicting emotions beginning to rage inside me. Confusion, desire, humiliation, and submission.

He replaced his fingers with his mouth, and his hand traveled down my stomach, backto between my legs. His touch was light yet purposeful as he circled my clit, bringing me to another quick but intense orgasm. I clung to him, crying out from the overwhelming pleasure. Through it all, he never stopped kissing me, his mouth devouring my every moan and gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.

"That was five." He kissed me again before using his tongue to explore the delicate curve of my jaw, trailing down to my neck where he found a spot that made my breath catch in my throat. I could smell his cologne mixed with the sweat from our bodies, creating a musky and arousing scent. "I'm going for eight," he murmured, spreading my legs wider.

"I can't," I rasped.

"You will," he assured me, determined to push me beyond all limits, beginning to kiss his way down my body. He placed my legs over his shoulders and turned his head. His lips brushed against my inner thighs, causing ashiver to run through me. I gripped the sheets tightly and moaned as he traced the soft skin with his tongue. He slowly moved lower, his breath tickling me as he neared my aching core. His tongue darted out and made contact with my sensitive clit. A bolt of pleasure shot through me, and I cried out his name. He grinned and parted my lips with two fingers. “Look at me, anjinho.”

I held his stare, my lips parting as he slowly dipped his tongue inside my pussy, and then licked me from top to bottom, closing his lips around my clit.

“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered, fisting the sheets. He shook his head back and forth, motorboating my clit, making my entire body tremble with pure pleasure. He nipped it gently with his teeth before sucking it into his mouth again, and I cried out, my hips bucking involuntarily. "Oh, God, yes!"

He spread my pussy wider and then began to bob his head, fucking me with his tongue.Two fingers slipped in and curled, massaging my G-spot as his tongue worked magic. “Mateo!” I reached down and gripped his hair, throwing my head back into the pillows.

He chuckled softly around my clit, and then drew back to spit on my clit, his saliva running down my slit. His tongue fluttered against the wet skin, savoring the taste and licking it clean. I moaned and squirmed, my body on fire with need and anticipation. My grip on his hair tightened, my fingers digging in as he continued to tease and arouse me. He licked up and down, back and forth, every touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. My breath hitched and my heart pounded in my chest. I felt like I was on the edge, teetering between control and the sweet release of orgasm, a barrage of moans pouring from my mouth. The sound filled the room and echoed in my ears, a testament to the pleasure he was causing. He refused to let me go over that edge yet, however. He was toying with me,pushing me to the breaking point, and then pulling me back just as I was about to fall. I was gasping and panting, my body begging for release, as his skilled tongue continued to torment me.

"Mateo... please," I pleaded.

His lips curled into a wicked grin, and he pulled his fingers out of me. “You sound so pretty when you beg.” He kissed one thigh and then the other, lowering my legs off his shoulders and bending them back towards my chest. His lips trailed over my navel and across my stomach, his cool breath leaving a trail of goosebumps. He reached my left breast and closed his mouth around it. He suckled and nibbled gently, eliciting a low moan from me. He did the same to the other, widening my legs and bending them back further before kissing the side of my neck.

"Mateo," I moaned softly, my body trembling as his lips and tongue explored every inch of my skin. He was slowly undoing me,and he knew it. When his lips finally met mine, he kissed me in a way that threatened to consume me. Tasting me, possessing me, claiming me as his own. The head of his cock rubbed against my slit, semi-hard already. He eased inside me, and I could feel him growing harder. I gripped his shoulders and moaned into his mouth, my body arching towards him as the pleasure intensified. He held my legs against my chest and kept himself a few inches above me, his strokes deep and slow.

My hands slid down his back, grasping at the muscles there, feeling them contract and relax with every thrust. His lips left mine and traveled down my neck, his bite gentle.

"Mateo," I gasped, my body shaking with anticipation.

He gave me another gentle kiss on the neck before trailing his teeth across my skin, eliciting a shiver from me. His hands gripped my thighs tighter, and he picked up his pace, his thrusts harder and deeper. I could feel myclimax building, my breath growing shallower with each passing moment. My moans grew louder, and I locked my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to me, wanting more.

I'm going to... I'm going to... Oh, God!" I cried out as the orgasm threatened to consume me.

His pace faltered for a moment, his eyes locked on mine, his breath quickening. "Scream my name," he commanded, his voice low and gravelly.

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