Page 47 of Queen of Vice

He leaned back slightly, his smirk growing wider. "Louder, anjinho," he commanded. "Scream it for me."

I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I knew he would make me do it. Inhaling sharply, I screamed his name at the top of my lungs, feeling the words vibrate in my chest. His eyes seemed to glow as he watched me. "Yes, that's it," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Now, let go, anjinho.”

I took a deep, shaking breath, feeling the familiar rush of pleasure and release building within me. As I focused on the sensation, I couldn't help but feel his eyes on me, watchingmy every move with a predatory hunger. But at the same time, there was something else there – something I couldn't quite put my finger on. Abruptly, I felt my body convulse as an intense orgasm washed over me. I let out a breathy cry, my head thrown back as the pleasure consumed me, my pussy gushing onto the sofa beneath me.

He was in front of me, moving without a sound. My eyes flew open as he pulled my hand from my pussy and grabbed hold of me by the throat, partially lifting me up to kiss me roughly. His lips were rough and possessed, consuming me in a way that left no room for air or thought. His other hand dropped to his slacks, making quick work of his belt. He lifted me further and turned me around, positioning me on the edge of the couch, using a knee to spread my legs wide apart. His palm forced my shoulders down. My chest felt compressed, and my heart pounded against my ribs. His hands gripped my hips as I tried to catch my breath,staring at the wall of glass that overlooked the city in the distance. I tried to gather my wits and focus on the rapidly approaching reality. I could see our reflection in the glass, the two of us staring back. He had a predatory look in his eyes, and I felt like prey. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my breathing was short and sharp.

He positioned himself behind me, his body hovering above mine. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. There were no sweet words or gentle caresses. He entered me with one thrust, burying himself as deep as he could go. I cried out from the roughness and the sheer size of him filling me completely. My hands clawed at the sofa cushions, grasping for purchase as he began to move within me.

He was brutal.

He fucked me with no holds barred.

The glass wall seemed to blur as our reflections danced wildly, each movementamplifying our animalistic desires. My head fell back, my mind hazy with the intensity of our encounter. I felt his hand wrap around my throat once more, a reminder of his dominance and the control he held over me. I moaned, unable to resist him even if I wanted to. My body shuddered with each thrust, my pussy clenching around him, begging for more. Suddenly, he pulled out, leaving me empty. In one fluid motion, he thrust into me again.

“So goddamn perfect.” He slapped my ass, fucking me harder and without any mercy. His thrusts became more aggressive, more possessive.

“Too much,” I gasped, my body aching under his relentless assault. I gripped the sofa cushions harder, my nails digging in, leaving marks.

"Too much?" He sneered, his voice low and dangerous. "You think this is too much? We’re just getting started." He withdrew and grabbed me off the sofa by my throat, collaringme with his hand and walking me to the window. I was shoved against the glass, my breasts flattening against the cool surface. He leaned in close to my ear, his breath fanning against my skin. "You think you can resist me? You think you can deny me this?"

He hooked one of my legs over his forearm and then thrust back inside me, the height difference forcing me onto my tiptoes. I cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, my body struggling to adjust to the intensity of his invasion. He held me against the window and forced me to take every thick inch of him. It was rough, relentless, and completely unforgiving. My cries echoed through the room, a perfect soundtrack to the symphony of flesh slapping against flesh and the groans of lust that filled the air. I could feel my pussy dripping down my legs.

“Fuck. I need to be deeper.” He released my throat and turned me around, kissing me again. His tongue invaded my mouth with thesame aggression and dominance as his thrusts. He lifted me up and carried me to the suite’s bedroom. He placed me on the bed and stepped back to remove his shirt, and then his slacks.

My eyes followed his every move, devouring the sight of his perfect, sculpted body. The way his muscles flexed and relaxed as he undressed himself was a sight to behold. It was a spectacle of raw masculinity. As soon as he was unclothed, he was reaching for me, dragging me to the very edge of the bed. He forced my hips to lift as he placed my legs on his shoulders. He was back inside me on my next breath, fucking me so hard I thought I was going to break apart. There was no relief from the pressure or how full I felt, he held me firmly in place. My hands clutched the sheets, my knuckles turning white with the force of my grip. I cried out his name and pleaded for him to stop, but he ignored my protests. It was as if he thrived on my pain, my resistance only fueling his desire to conquer me.

His rhythm became more unrelenting, his thrusts more brutal, as if he was trying to break me, to claim me completely. The room was filled with the sounds of our passion, and I found myself caught in a whirlwind of emotions. Part of me hated him for this, for the way he was taking me without care for my feelings. Another part had my pussy growing slick around him because of the way he was using me. There was nothing sentimental between us—just him wielding his power over me, and me being forced to take everything he gave.

His eyes locked onto mine, a mixture of lust and dominance in them. I felt powerless beneath him, my body responding to the brutal pounding he was giving me. My cries of pain and pleasure were muffled by my own moans as my body shook uncontrollably. I was going to come. I couldn't believe the intensity of the emotions coursing through me. I felt like I was on the edge of a precipice, about to tumble intoan abyss of pure ecstasy. The man above me, with his rough, dominating demeanor, was driving me to the brink of insanity. I wasn't sure if I wanted to scream or beg him to stop.

“Look at us,” he demanded.

I glanced down at the sight of our bodies entwined, his cock thrusting deep within me, covered in juices and tinges of blood. There was no denying the intense pleasure I was feeling, despite the pain that accompanied it. There was something almost primal about the way we were connecting. He slipped my legs from his shoulders and hooked them over his forearms, allowing him to come closer and drive even deeper. I let out a gasp, feeling his dick hit a spot inside me that had my toes curling. I dug my nails into his shoulders, desperate to keep myself grounded, even as my body was careening toward a pleasure so intense it bordered on agony. His eyes never left mine, gauging my reactions, feeding off my desperation, and he moved his hips in time withmy quickened breaths. The air around us crackled with electricity as the night grew darker outside. It briefly filtered through my mind this wasn’t solely about pleasure for him. He was diligently studying me, observing every twitch, every flush, every gasp, to gain more control over me. It made the situation even more suffocating, knowing that even in the throes of passion, he maintained his dominance. I struggled to stifle my cries of pleasure-turned-pain, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how thoroughly his assault was affecting me.

I could feel my body tightening, the sensation building, a world away from the pain I had been experiencing just moments ago. I could see the victory in his eyes, his triumph in this game of control. A small part of me wanted to reach out to him, to beg him to stop, to make it easier, but another part of me wanted to keep playing this dangerous game. I wanted to see just how far he would push me, how far I couldlet him take me. My hands clawed at his back and shoulders, leaving deep marks that I knew would bruise in the morning. I squeezed my eyes shut, biting my lip to keep from crying out, but it was no use. A loud wail tore from my throat as I climaxed, my body shaking beneath him. He groaned; his own release imminent. He thrust once, twice, three times, each time hitting that spot deep within me that sent waves of pleasure cascading through me like a tidal wave.

He didn’t waste any time pulling out of me. His lips crushed against mine and he maneuvered my body so that my head was where my pussy had been, the comforter beneath me drenched. “Suck,” he commanded, his voice low and rough. I hesitated for a moment, my mind still reeling and my chest still heaving. I finally relented and opened my mouth to take him in. His length slid between my lips, and I could taste us mingled together – a salty, sweet concoction that made mystomach churn with a mixture of disgust and arousal. He wasn’t hard anymore, but he was still long and thick. I had never done this before, never let anyone come in my mouth, but something about the power dynamic at play made me feel daring and defiant. I worked my lips over him, sucking and stroking, running my tongue over the veins and ridges while he moaned above me.

“Faster,” he ordered calmly, his hands threading through my hair, guiding my movements. I obeyed, picking up speed, my jaw tightening as I struggled to keep up with the intensity of his reactions. His cock began hardening again, growing bigger than it already was. I coughed around him. He laughed and thrust deeper, groaning when I choked. "That's it, baby," he groaned, his voice laced with both satisfaction and harshness. My eyes were watering, turning him into a blur. He grew harder and abruptly pulled out of my mouth; the tip still wet from my efforts.

He looked down at me and cupped my face. “You’re going to turn around now. I want your legs spread and your ass up.”

My eyes widened. He wanted to keep going? “No, Mateo—.”

“It wasn’t a question.” He flipped me onto my stomach and lifted my hips. I bit back a whimper as he spread my legs wider and positioned himself at my entrance. I felt the familiar pressure as he pushed inside me. I fisted the sheets and breathed through it, my pussy clenching around his cock. "You’re so tight,” he muttered, pulling my hips back and then forward again. His movements were slow and deliberate, the feeling of being filled with him overwhelming. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to process what was happening, but the sensations were too intense. He continued forcing me to meet his thrusts until I was doing it myself.

"That's it," he hissed, as his hands left my hips to grip my thighs, pulling me back againsthim. "You’re taking it so good, anjinho." Each slap of his hips against my ass echoed through the room, a cacophony of flesh on flesh punctuating the air. My breaths were coming in ragged, moaned gasps.

His hands suddenly left my thighs, only to return to my hair and throat, grabbing and pulling me back against him until he was so deep in my pussy that I felt like I could feel him in my stomach. I cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, my voice echoing through the room. "Harder," I begged, surprising myself. Mateo chuckled darkly at my plea. With a sudden, crushing force, he slammed into me, taking me to the very edge of my limits. My entire body shuddered, and I screamed into the sheets, reaching blindly for purchase. He was relentless, his every thrust punctuated by the sounds of our bodies colliding, a primal, carnal symphony. “Oh, God.” I gasped and moaned, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through my entire being.

My clit throbbed, desperate for attention, but Mateo's relentless pace seemed to be more focused on my discomfort than my arousal.

“Gods not here, baby," he rasped, his cock driving deep into me with each definitive sweep. "It's just me and you, you and me, forever. And the only worshipping you’ll be doing is for me."

His declaration sent shivers down my spine, and I suddenly felt a new kind of heat between my legs. My wetness grew, and I realized that I was close. So close. He pulled my hair tighter, making me wince in pain, but it only fueled my arousal further. He whispered dirty, forbidden things into my ear, savoring the way my body responded to his every command. He reached around and began caressing my clit with his slick fingers. At first, my body tensed at the unexpected touch, but then a shockwave of pleasure burst through me. Mateo's fingers moved in rhythm with his thrusts, hitting all theright spots, and sending my arousal into overdrive.

I couldn't help but moan, the sound reverberating through the room. My hips bucked against him, desperate for more. I came hard. "Oh, God," I cried out, my voice hoarse from the intensity of the experience. "Yes, please, yes.”

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