Page 72 of Into the Light

My entire body was on full display in the warm glow of the fire.

“Fuck me,” I begged the words barely coming out of my mouth before his body collided into mine. Lifting me up, he carried me upstairs.

“Are you sure?” he asked before he opened the door in front of us.

“Very.” I was more than sure—more than ready.

Instead of going to the room that I’d thrown my stuff into earlier, we went into the primary bedroom. It was insanely huge with a full sitting area in the corner and a four-poster bed in the center.

“This is our room,” he murmured into my ear as he dropped me onto the bed.

“I found you, mi pareja.” He slithered his body up toward mine, then he spread open my thighs.

Our gaze connected, and he searched my face.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

His lips twisted into a smile. “The only thing I’ve ever been so sure of was how much I need to feel you underneath me.”

His pre-cum mixed with the heat of my own needy cunt as the tip of his cock slid between my thighs.

“Fuck,” I cried.

My heart felt so open it could explode with desperation.

“Take a deep breath,” he encouraged as he slid into me. His cock slowly pushed into me. I cried out because the pain of him stretching me was so intense mixing with the pleasure of finally feeling him inside me.

He paused. “Am I hurting you?” His brows drawn in concern.

I shook my head and demanded he dive in deeper. He obliged and just as he got all the way in, I let out a carnal moan. It was not sexy. It came from deep within me. A noise of undulating pleasure as I unwrapped every single piece of myself in front of him.

“Holy shit. Keep making those noises, princesa, and I won’t last long.” He fucked me. Thrusting inside of me as he alternated between a slow pace and then quickened as the need pulsed through both of us.

I grabbed his neck and spun us around so I was on top of him, because I wanted to watch him underneath me. I needed to see the look on his face as I took him in like the good little slut I was being.

His fingers pinched at my nipples as I ran my hand through my hair while bobbing on top of him.

“Your cock was made for me,” I told him, reaching up into the air as if I was grabbing onto an invisible bar to hold me up. I was in my own little world now—giving and receiving pleasure.

“I’ve never seen such a perfect woman in my entire life.” He moaned as his hands trailed down my skin. We were the perfect combination of darkness and light—both existed within each other.

His fingers circled the entrance to my cunt, and I could feel the build-up inside of me.

He then lifted me off him like I was a feather, and I was startled by the sudden stop.

“This again?” I heaved, and he only laughed.

He walked over to the oversized chair in the corner where he splayed out, then patted his lap.

“I want to watch you as you come on top of me.”

I huffed, but obliged as I stepped over to him. His hand went up immediately to stop me.

“Nuh-uh. On your hands and knees.” He said leaning down so he was eye level with me. “Crawl to me.”

I gave him a smirk as I dropped to the floor, my gaze never leaving his. Languidly, I moved one arm forward and my knees followed.

“Like this, Daddy?” I asked, pursing my lips for him. He groaned, something so deep within him as I crawled all the way to where he was sitting.

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