Page 103 of Miguel

Months later…

“That’sit,nena,ridemy cock. Take it. Tómalo todo.”

I was bouncing up and down on Miguel’s dick, rolling my hips, head thrown back with wild abandon as need overtook my body.

My muscles contracted around him, and every time I brought my body slamming back down against his, I grinded my clit against his skin. It sent little jolts through me, letting me know my orgasm was impending.

I groaned, slapping my palms against Miguel’s pecs, nails digging into his flesh as I used him for my own pleasure.

“That’s it, nena, tú puedes. Use me, use me. Soy tuyo.” Miguel grunted from beneath me, his neck muscles straining as he fought to stay still and not pump in and out of me like I knew he wanted to.

He controlled himself like I knew he would. Level-headed Miguel.

I smirked as I peeked down at him, slowing down the movements of my hips to a steady undulation that only drew our arousal out even more.

Rising to my knees, I relished in the feel of his cock pulling out of me until there was nothing there but his blunt tip against my folds.

My hand came around his girth, gripping him tight while I swirled his tip through my juices.

A groan of pleasure rumbled from his throat and those dark eyes peeled open to look at me. “You’re killing me, nena.”

I smiled as devilishly as the logo on his cut. “Payback.”

He dropped his head against the pillows while I continued to tease, jerking my wrist up and down over his length and wetting his tip even more with the juices of my own arousal.

“Lorena.” His voice was tinged with a hint of warning. Of danger. It only made me smile wider.

“Yes. I want you to beg me,” I said, echoing words we’d once spoken what seemed so long ago now.

“You want me at your mercy?”

I was almost distracted by the way his cock jerked against me and the stark contrast of the tattoo on his chest against his skin.

“Hmmm?”

His hips canted up in a teasing manner within my grasp and a slight chuckle left his lips. “You want me feral for you.”

His words showered over me, languid and irresistable. With just the sound of his voice, every nerve inside me seemed to be melting. I wanted to make him putty in my hands, and he’d flipped the script by doing nothing more than whispering dark desires with his breath fanning across my skin.

“Yes,” I all but pleaded, slipping just the tip of him inside me.

Our eyes collided and held as I slowly slid my way down his length, palms pressed against his chest for support.

When I was seated all the way in, we let out a collective sigh of desire, filling the spaces we needed in between.

His hands were slow as they traveled up my naked thighs, across my stretch marks, the slow perusal bringing new sensations to the moment I hadn’t even known I needed.

“You want me pleading and on my knees for this dripping cunt.”

I gushed at the words, riding him in a slow rhythm that kept us both on the brink of ecstacy.

“Yes.” The word was nothing but an expel of breath.

“Want me to burn this world down for you?” His hands slid up to palm my breasts, kneading and twisting the heavy mounds until I could hardly stand it.

“Yes.”

“You want your diablo to reap for you, nena?”

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