Page 77 of Life

I grip his hair and rub my hips against his hardening erection. “Fuck yes,” I say, more to keep him focused on my tits instead of his line of questioning.

“Where do you sleep?” he asks, before palming one breast and worrying the other one with lips, tongue, and teeth.

“Dios mio, yes.” I grip his head and force him to take more of me into his mouth, ignoring his question all together.

“Stand up.” His tone is demanding, and I’m so filled with lust I comply instantly by scrambling off his thighs.

He unbuttons my shorts and pushes them and my underwear down at one time. I lift my tank and bra over my head.

Eli stares at me fully naked, his gaze running up and down every inch of me. But his hand is busy opening his pants, lowering his zipper, and freeing just his cock from the confines of his jeans. The second it comes into view I want to wrap my lips around it. Bad.

“You want this in your mouth, Spicy?”

I nod, licking my lips.

“Greedy girl. Too bad.” He strokes it, teasing me. A drop of precum pearls at the top, taunting me.

“Por favor,” I beg. “I’ll make you feel so good.”

“You always do. That’s why you’re my woman. But I have a point to make so come here.” He grips my hips and wraps his lips around my clit in a snap. He flattens his tongue and laves at the tight bundle of nerves until I’m shaking. “Knee up.” His voice is a command, and I lift my leg up on the couch, opening myself to him.

“Who owns this cunt?” he demands, before opening me with both thumbs and licking deep.

His mouth feels so damned good. I grip his hair and jerk my hips against his face. “You do.”

He licks me hard, alternating between fucking me with his tongue and sucking my clit. “And where do I lick this cunt of mine?”

Pleasure sizzles from my core up my body until I’m bowing closer, trying to get more pressure from his mouth. “Here,” I gasp, as the first fluttering of an orgasm ripples through me.

“That’s right. Come on my face, babe. Right here, inourliving room while I suck you dry.” He bites down hard enough on my clit that my entire body goes ramrod straight and tremors of pleasure splinter out from my pussy up through my chest, out my arms, and down my legs. I start to shake, but he holds me to him, sucking and licking my slit as though he’s been denied my cunt for weeks when it was only yesterday we sucked one another off in the shower.

Once the orgasm subsides, he hauls my body over him. My pussy slips and slides over his cock, wetting him with my release.

“Get on my dick, babe,” he says, licking a line up my neck.

I sit up and maneuver his massive erection right at my center. Before I can work him in nice and easy, he grips my hips and slams me onto his length. He bottoms out as I cry out, the pleasure mixed with the most beautiful pain.

“Who fucks this perfect pussy so good you can’t stop coming?” he asks almost angrily as he lifts me up and down, on and off his cock. He loves to pull me to the absolute tip and take me deep in this position. Every thrust feels like he’s farther in than the last. When our bodies come together, he maneuvers his hands between us. I tip my hips and lean back, knowing exactly what he wants. He licks both thumbs and stretches my lower lips out farther so my pussy sucks in that last half inch of his cock.

I’m split apart, pierced and hung up on his cock, completely unable to move or do anything other than take what my man gives me. It’s humbling and mind-bending every time he does this. But Eli always wants more.

“You,Cazador.You do.” I answer his question.

“Need to be deeper. To see you,” he bellows, lost to his own need.

Eli holds my legs wide so the angle is such he’s gifted with a graphic display of his fat cock powering in and out of me. It’s raw, dirty, and the most erotic thing to watch. I can get off with him embedded to the hilt, deep enough there’s no way to tell where I begin and he ends. He doesn’t even have to move. The intimate stretch of my walls to their maximum makes my pussy clench and spasm naturally around his girth.

The experience is heavenly, an out-of-body full connection with a human being that changes me, each and every time.

The root of his penis is so thick, the lips of my sex burn and tingle each time he takes me to the end. “Where do I fuck you, Maria?” he asks randomly while building up my next earth-shattering orgasm.

“Here, babe. Here.”

He curls his hand over my good shoulder, and the other around my hip, tugging me on and off his cock. His thighs are like a ramp that he uses in a teeter-totter motion to catapult me up and down and into each thrust.

Stars pop and colors swirl past my vision. My pussy clamps down on his cock so hard, he roars out his passion. Then his thumb hits my clit, and I’m gone, blasting into orbit on a massive orgasm. He fucks me through it until he locks me down, rooted deep. He lifts me up so my body is smashed against his chest and his mouth is over mine. He stops kissing me long enough to shoot long washes of his release into me.

“You. Are. Home.” He clenches his jaw, closes his eyes, and finishes coming hotly inside me.

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