Page 54 of Miguel

His breath fanned across my lips as he whispered a single word. “Fine.”

I swallowed the rising lump in my throat.

“If you want to leave, I won’t stop you.”

“Good.”

“But I want to ask for one thing before you go.”

“And what’s that?”

“This.”

And he pressed his mouth against mine. There was no preamble. No slow seduction. He dove in, his tongue prying my lips apart. I didn’t have time to cry out. To breathe. He consumed me, causing a moan to rip from my throat, muffled behind his kiss.

His body slammed against mine, his dick grinding against me. He demanded from me, without so much as speaking a word. And I grinded against him, my hips rolling in the same way they had the previous night as I searched for my pleasure.

But this time, Miguel didn’t let me lose myself to the haze of desire. His hands gripped my hips, slamming me back against the wall, keeping me pinned, frozen.

I strained against his hold, but he didn’t give. He shoved me down, and the surprise of the action had my legs buckling. I dropped to my knees before him, our mouths ripping away as I fell.

I stared up at him with heaving breaths, my mouth dropped open.

“I want to see your tits,” he growled, his voice filled with scorching heat. “Show me.”

I should have said no. I was leaving, it was decided, and surely this was crossing a boundary that I’d placed between us myself. But I found my fingers fumbling with my top, pulling it down over the swells of my breasts.

“The bra too,” he ordered.

I sucked in a breath. My fingers shook, but I wanted to please him, and that was madness. I wanted this, and I was sure my skin showed just how much. I felt the heat spread across my body and knew I was probably bright red. The cups of my bra slid over my curves, pushing my turgid nipples up for his viewing.

Miguel let out a groan at the sight of them, one he swallowed back. His throat bobbed up and down and he took a breath before his hand snapped out to grab the back of my head. His fingers dug through the loose strands of my hair and tightened as he pulled my head back to look deep into my eyes.

“Sácalo.”

My eyes widened. “W-what?”

“Take my dick out.”

I couldn’t help my own groan as I reached for his sweats. Already I could make out the outline pressing against the material. My hands slipped into the waist, immediately coming into contact with his warm length. My hands wrapped around him, caressing over the smoothness, fingers flicking against the veiny underside and stroking up to the tip.

“Take me out,” he snapped again.

I did as he asked, pulling his dick out to the air. As soon as it was freed from the confines of his sweats, he grabbed it, swatting my hands away.

“Abre esa bonita boca, nena. Open it for me.”

My mouth was already open before he even finished his sentence. I barely got a good look at his cock before he was guiding it towards my mouth, humming his approval.

“Good girl,” he praised, just before he thrust his dick into my mouth.

I gagged against the intrusion of his length and hollowed my cheeks, relaxing my tongue to make room for him as he shoved himself deep, down to my throat. His hold on the back of my head tightened and he gripped beneath my jaw, squeezing like he meant to pry my mouth open wider. I took more of him inside until his hairs tickled the tip of my nose. For a second, he froze with his dick sitting inside my mouth. He didn’t move, and I swallowed, pulling the salty taste of him into me.

“Mírame. Look at me,” he growled. “Quiero que me mires mientras cojo esta bonita boquita.”

I want you to watch me while I fuck your pretty little mouth.

My eyes flicked up to him, and my moan seemed to pull him even deeper to the back of my throat. I huffed a breath from my nostrils, and the command shot to my clit. My exposed breasts felt heavy, and the need that pressed low in my gut spread through my entire body.

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