Page 131 of My Spanish Love Affair

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

Before I can react, he thrusts his hips roughly against mine and buries his large, thick cock inside of me in one single, quick thrust. The combination of my arousal and his saliva serves as the perfect lubricant to ease his entry, and without warning, Santi allows his head to drop down to the column of my throat.

He lets out a low groan against my skin before he begins to pound into me with earnest, his thrusts clumsy and lacking any identifiable rhythm as he brutally fucks me against the hard surface.

My mouth falls open in pleasure, but no whimpers or moans escape my throat. Instead, I revel in the sound of his naked flesh smacking against my own with each sharp thrust of hiships.

My eyes had squeezed tightly to a close once again at some point, but they widen dramatically when Santi suddenly withdraws himself from deep inside me. I barely get the chance to whimper or really miss his cock, though; because before I know it, I’m being effortlessly flipped onto my side and then onto my stomach, presenting my ass up to him as my nipples brush against the cool floor.

Santi’s hands move to grip tightly to my ass cheeks once again, and he uses that grip on me to shift me quickly into the air. A surprised squeal escapes my lips, but I move compliantly and willingly onto my hands and knees before him, sighing in pleasure as he lines his thick cock against my entrance once more.

I’m caught off guard when he doesn’t plunge inside of me immediately, and I wait for a few seconds before I raise my head from the floor -

And my breath catches in my throat as my reflection peers back at me.

I had completely missed the mirror hanging on the wall next to the en-suite bathroom, and my cheeks flush with heat at the sight.

Santi’s green eyes meet with my own in the mirror, and I can’t help but appreciate how huge he looks behind me; this large man with his tanned skin and broad shoulders, taut biceps and defined abdomen.

Unfortunately, I can’t actually see his cock given that the tip of it is currently brushing against the entrance to my pussy, but I know that it’s a glorious sight to behold, too.

One of his hands remains tightly gripping my ass whilst the other begins to tickle its way up the length of my naked back, and I find myself shivering, almost cooing at the pleasurablefeeling. His thick fingers find purchase in my long, blonde hair, and my eyelids flutter at the feel of him slowly but surely beginning to wrap the wavy strands around his broad wrist.

“What are you, Olivia?” he asks.

My eyes widen in surprise at his question, and I can’t help but look blankly at him in the mirror, uncertainty evident all over my features. He has never asked this question of me before, and in all honesty, I don’t actually know what he means, don’t really know where on earth he’s going with this, and -

Oh.

Oh.Of course.

I swallow thickly before I answer, speaking the words loud and clear, leaving no room for any doubt.

“I’m yours, Santi,” I say. “All yours.”

“Fuck. That’s my good girl.”

He grins in approval, and then his cock is buried to the hilt of me once more.

This time, I do shriek as he fucks me from behind. I can’t help but gasp and pant as he pulls at my hair, using the strands wrapped around his wrist to control the movement of my head as he fucks into me with force. I fight the urge to close my eyes and instead keep them open as he tugs my hair back, and I don’t miss the way that the muscles of his tensed biceps flex as he pulls me further back towards him.

I cry out when the thick fingers which have been buried in my ass cheek move to snake under my waist so that they can pinch at my engorged clit, and my thighs tremble almost violently as Santi uses his grip on my hair to pull me further and further upright, until my back is positioned against his sweat-dampened chest.

The change in position leaves me on only my knees before him.

Since I’m no longer using my hands to support my weight on the floor, I wrap my slender fingers around one of his broad forearms and dig my nails into his flesh as his hips snap rapidly against mine.

I grin wickedly as he thrusts himself impossibly harder against me, his green eyes locked onto mine in the reflection as he brings his lips to my ear.

“You’re mine, Olivia,” he says as he continues to pound himself into me, his fingers still dancing over my swollen clit. It’s impossible to freely move my head due to the tight hold that he has on my hair, but I nod it as enthusiastically as I can. “You hear me? Mine. And I -shit,Liv, I’m close. I’m - I’ll -”

Despite my usual, natural shyness, something has possessed me, and I can’t seem to be able to pull my gaze away from his reflection. I lick my lips at the sight of his chiselled jaw clenching as he focuses on pounding into me, my mouth suddenly dry.

“God, Santi,yes,” I say, a hint of euphoric laughter in my voice as his hips begin to stutter in their movement. “Come for me,please.I’m yours. I’m all yours, all yours -”

He pants loudly as he snaps his hips roughly against me, and I watch in delight as Santi’s resolve finally snaps.

He spills himself deep within my walls with a primal grunt as his thumb presses down firmly onto my swollen clit, and I can’t help but sigh in pleasure as I tipple over the precipice, too.

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