Page 45 of Miguel

She pulled back so that our eyes were level with one another. Even in the dark, I could make out how flushed her face was, making the freckles on her cheeks stark and even more noticeable. She took her bottom lip in between her teeth before releasing it. I longed to slide my tongue against the bruised part of her.

“I want you to make me feel good,” she whispered, the words holding with them a surprising amount of shyness and vulnerability.

“¿Con qué?”

She took in a breath. “With your fingers.”

I slid my fingers lower against her curls, swiping past her clit. It made her tremble, just before my fingers delved into her slit. She was wet, hot, and ready for me. Her moan filled my ears and her hips jerked against my hand, the action causing my fingers to push deeper into her. Being enveloped in her heat was a euphoric sensation, having her walls pulse around me, her hips moving, her cries in my ear…

Lorena lifted her body in a single fluid movement until I was lying flat on my back and she hovered above me. My fingers were still scissoring inside her, curling and moving as I studied her breathing.

Her knees dug into the mattress on either side of my body and she put her weight down on my fingers. Liquid desire slid from her, the warmth trickling down to my wrist. Fuck I wanted to lap that shit up. I wanted to grab her thighs and sit her on my face. I wanted to suffocate on that pretty pussy.

I wantedeverything.

She began to move above me, suddenly taking over and thrusting her hips against my hand, stealing her pleasure from me. I curved my fingers within her, pressing my thumb down against her clit at the same time. Her insides spasmed with the movement.

“Ay, ay, ay, nena.”

Her hands slapped down against my chest, nails curving into my skin. “Miguel, oh, that feels so good.” She matched the rhythm of my strokes, hand snapping between us to grip my wrist and hold me still. Just like that, she moved, setting her own pace, lifting on her knees until she found an angle she particularly liked.

“Yes, nena, use me.”

This wasn’t how I thought this would go, but I had to admit there was something erotic about having Lorena holding me still while she fucked herself on my hand. My cock hardened with each upward stroke of her body, each undulation pushed her harder against me, merely teasing me with what I desperately wanted.

But I wanted this even more.

To watch her head thrown back as the desire surmounted. To feel her squeeze around me. In this instant, I learned her every breath, her every fucking twitch, and committed it all to memory.

My thumb flicked against her clit, rubbing a rapid series of circles against the little nub.

“Yes, yes, right there.” She was talking more to herself than to me. I may as well have been a fucking toy. With anyone else, I wonder if I would’ve felt insulted. But because it was Lorena, because she looked powerful and sexy above me, my cock only grew harder as the seconds passed.

I renewed my efforts, flicking my thumb harder, in smaller circles, until her entire body tensed. I knew what was coming and held my breath as she came.

She was quiet in her coming, and anticipation filled me at the sight of her jerking against my body. Silent, she bit down on her bottom lip hard enough to leave a bruise. I knew then that whenever the time came for me to slide my cock within her, I would make her scream.

None of this quiet shit.

Let everyone in the fucking compound know that Lorena Flores belonged to me.

She took a breath and fell forward, her body crushing my hand between us, but I didn’t mind the heavy weight. She was languid, sated, because of my fucking hand and fingers.

Slowly, I peeled my fingers out from her heat, missing it almost as soon as I left. I wanted to lap her juices from my hand. I wanted to wrap my still wet fingers around my own cock and jerk off until I painted her body with my cum.

But I didn’t do any of that.

I grasped her by the back of the head and pressed a hard kiss to her forehead. “Feel better, nena?”

She huffed a breath and mumbled something unintelligible.

“Sleep, then.”

My cock nearly wept at the words I spoke.

“What about–”

“Ssh.” I quieted her, pulling her closer. “Go to sleep.”

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