Page 21 of Sacrifice

Two inches, maybe three in, and I’m ready to rear back and slam into her. But I can’t be selfish with our passion. At least not yet.

“Such a good girl taking my cock,” the praise slips off my tongue as I steadily try to push into her. I feel her pussy sucking me in and remember, she likes to be praised.

Picking up her legs, I bend over her until her ankles are by her head. “So fucking good,mi reina.”

I kiss her as I move backwards an inch and plow forward, breaking through her virginity.

Moving back with my hips, I look at Aribella. I want to apologize as I see the tears on her face. Before I can say anything, though, I thrust into her once again and she moans. Her eyes are closed and her face is pinched, but I hear the sounds of pleasure coming from her.

“Fuck, Aribella, fuck.” I can’t even form a full sentence as I bottom out inside her, feeling her tight walls throbbing around me.

“Too… too much,” she whimpers the words right before I kiss her again.

“Shh… it’s alright. Hold on to me. I’ve got you,mi reina.”

I’m not certain that I do have her. Hell, all I can think about is breeding her. My desire ripples through me as she gasps my name and I move my hips.

Back and forth. Back and forth. The faster I move, the more she wines, causing me to slip away from reality. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I’m not being considerate. I can’t help it, Aribella pushed me past my breaking point.

“Such a naughty girl,” I tease her as I move one hand between us, dropping her leg.

Her back arches instantly as I stroke her clit.

“Vin… Vincent.” Her eyes widen when I pinch her swollen flesh, making her come again. “What…” Aribella’s eyes shut and her nails scratch my sides.

“That’s it, sweet Aribella. Give me that second orgasm.” Sucking on her neck, I twist her clit to the left, then the right. Her hips wildly buck into mine, and her pussy gushes with pleasure.

Oh yeah, she likes it rough and fucking dirty.

“Oh… I’m… Vincent!” she moans my name as another wave of her orgasm hits her and she squirts against my stomach. Fuck, she’s so damn responsive.

I can’t help but smirk in victory. She came for me. Not once, but twice. Now it’s my turn to come for her. The way her cunt milks me, it doesn’t take me long to release.

“Aribella,” I growl into her ear as I thrust one last time, filling her with my seed.

Rope after agonizing rope comes out, letting the pressure she caused to dissipate. My arm that was holding me up, gives out and I collapse on top of her.

My body shakes with the power of my orgasm. By the time I’ve gathered the ability to move my head, Aribella is fast asleep. There’s a soft smile on her lips and for the first time, she looks peaceful.

Gently, I pull out of her and go to the bathroom. After looking at the blood on my dick, I feel a sense of pride wash over me. She’s mine, whether she likes it or not.

Running warm water, I put a washcloth into the stream and think about caring for her. For the moment, I can feel less like a bastard, but the ugly truth is, I need to tell her about Carlos…. And her cat.

Shrugging my shoulders, I know the news about Carlos can wait. Mother fucker doesn’t deserve her loyalty. But she does need to know the truth.

Walking back into the bedroom, I watch my sweetmariposa, and how she slumbers. I swipe the cloth along her thighs and pussy. A soft whimper leaves her, but Aribella doesn’t wake up.

Mm. The things I could do to her while she’s sleeping. Shaking my head, I move away, but she moans my name and I can’t help myself.

Spreading her legs, I take her panties off and bend over the bed and lick her pussy. Even now, she’s soaking wet. Keeping my eyes on her face, I push my tongue as deep as I can into her as her hips lift off the bed. Her slight snore is the only way I know she’s still asleep.

Chuckling to myself, I back away and don’t go back to my new favorite dessert. Picking out the Ben Wa balls, I smile deviantly. I cannot wait to hear her squeal.

Going back to Aribella, I put the balls into her pussy. Kissing her clit with my mouth, I let the smell of her entice me to licking her a little longer. Forcing myself, I leave the room before I get too distracted by her.

Once I’m downstairs, I see Mossimo holding Espresso. Hell, has my stone-cold killer’s heart become attached to the cat?

“What the fuck are you doing?”

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