Page 38 of I Survived and will rise again

“No,” she says in a stern voice, still pumping me.

“Aah...baby...please stop. I’m not going to fucking last if—” I don’t finish my words and growl in between her breasts. I pullback and untie the bow of her sweater until I’m staring at her red lacy bra. My chest rumbles with a low, primal growl at how sexy she is.

And she’s all mine.

I pull one breast out and suck. Hard. She pumps faster, and I keep sucking, but when she purposely and slowly rubs the precum on my tip, I fucking lose it. I tug her pants low enough my dick lines up with her pussy. She guides my dick, but when I feel her wetness against the tip, I stop short.

“Shorty, wait,” I rasp, out of breath, but Shorty acts like she didn’t hear me and impales herself on my dick.

We let out a moan at the same time, and I throw my head back in pleasure. “God damn.” I love how she takes charge. She’s so intense and full of fire. People are right when they say women are hornier when they’re pregnant. But Latinas are fucking fierce and aggressive.

I love it.

Shorty slowly moves up and down while I hold onto her hips, guiding her as she rides me. We move in perfect sync, desperate to feel this connection between us, getting lost in one another. Moans of appreciation fill the room as we move against each other. Wanting to go deeper, I grab her ass and plunge my dick further inside her. Shorty throws her head back and cries out. I wrap my arms around her back, holding her close to me as I slam into her.

“Harder,” she pleads.

“Fuck, baby.” I do as she asks.

Her moans grow louder, making me push harder, faster. Thank fuck the guys are not home.

The familiar tingling sensation travels throughout my body. Shorty strangles my dick with her pussy, chasing her own pleasure. I lift my head and watch her face, not wanting to missthe way her face looks when she comes. Her lids are at half-mast, and her lips part as she pants while I continue to slam into her.

“Oh, God,” she whispers.

“Let it go, baby,” I tell her, trying to hold back from coming, but when she screams, I’m done. I pull out and bury my face in her neck, letting out a frustrated growl for coming so quickly. My body trembles when I come hard. My lungs are on fire, and my poor dick is numb. The sound of our rapid breathing fills the air along with “Awake and Alive” by Skillet as we come down from our sexual high.

“Holy shit,” I whisper, looking at her.

“Yeah, shit.” Shorty breathes out a giggle. She rests her hands on my shoulders and slowly lifts from my lap. Shorty steps back and rights herself, still watching me. Then she grabs a towel and hands it to me.

“Thanks,” I say as I wipe my cum off my stomach. I tuck myself away and grab Shorty’s waist, pulling her between my legs. I look up at her. “You good?”

She nods with a satisfied smile. “Yeah, I am now.”

“You better be after riding my dick like it was your last ride,” I say with a teasing grin.

“Well, what can I say?” She shrugs, tying the bow back in place. “It was the best ride of my life.”

I bend down to grab my shirt from the floor and take Shorty's hand. We walk up the stairs and pass through the kitchen. "Do you want some water or cranberry juice?"

“Cranberry,” she responds.

I open the fridge, retrieve the cranberry juice, pour it into the 3D baseball mug she bought me, and walk to the cabinet to get a straw.

As I turn to hand her the mug, I notice tears in her eyes. What the hell? "Shorty, why are you crying?" I ask with concern.

She laughs and wipes her eyes. "Nothing. I'm just freakin' emotional. Fucking hormones.” She tilts her head and gives me an adorable smile. "You bought my favorite juice," she says, almost like it's a combination of a statement and a question.

I reply, "Well, yeah. It reminds me of you, and I wanted to have it here whenever you visit."

She shakes her head and smiles, teasing me, "Oh, really? You were that sure I would visit?"

I lean forward, drape my body over the island, and gently tug her hair. "Oh, baby. I knew you would. You can't resist seeing this handsome face.” I smirk. “Plus, I make some mean pancakes that I know you can't say no to."

Shorty's face turns red; she must be recalling when I surprised her with a plate of chocolate chip pancakes topped with fluffy whipped cream and juicy strawberries. It found its way to my body and eventually onto hers but sadly did not make it to her mouth.

I lean in, kiss her quickly, and jump off. "You hungry?"

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