Page 59 of The Trap

“Fuck, I think I’m going to come,” she mewls, and for once she isn’t lying. I can feel her release nearing, as her walls pulse and tease my shaft with their tightening hold.

“Youthinkyou’re going to come? Ha, oh no, youaregoing to come…with me,” I groan, laying a harsh smack to her jiggling ass.

An unexpected sigh–an angry one–bellows from her. “If you want me to come with you then quit spanking me.”

Slap.

“Colson,” she pants. “I mean it…” her words drift, morphing into a symphony of sighs and sultry wails.

Slap.

I spank her two more times, my fingers digging into her supple flesh as I continue to pound into her. I feel my release close in.

“I’m going to come,” she announces, breaking the feral trance my whole fucking being has been thrust into.

“Wait,” I instruct. I want to come–I’m close–-but I need to indulge my cock with her perfect fucking pussy just a little while longer.

“Fine, just hurry papi,” she whimpers.

Fuck, and here I thought hearing my name out loud while I fucked her was all I needed. But calling me papi? While I’m balls deep in her? Holy shit, it’s a religious experience. And here Iam fucking the altar I worship like a damn heathen, and her the goddess summoning me to my knees in sick, unfiltered praise.

“Hmm,” I moan. “Where does my good little slut want papi’s cum?”

“In me,” she blurts without hesitation. “Please,” she begs, emotion crackling and ripe in her voice. “Fill me.”

With our orgasms on the horizon, I pull her head back so I can kiss her while I pour my load into her. The moment our lips mesh, I feel her pulses against me just as my cum begins to leak into waiting walls. Needing to consume every part of her, I keep hold of her lips on mine so we can ride this high together.

Her tongue breaks the barrier of our kiss as she offers it to me to suck on. Taking her pierced muscle in my mouth, I suck it with the same vigor that I just fucked her with. She withers in response to my intense, dedicated, unrelenting passion, gasping into my mouth helplessly.

Fluttering her eyelids open, she stares at me as I retract my lips from her tongue. Her flushed cheeks and heaving chest are a fucking vision, but I somehow need more of her, even though I just had all of her. I step back, already missing the warmth of her cunt even as my cock bobs, still erect and dripping from both our releases.

“Stay still,” I command and surprisingly, she listens. Standing with her tits pressed against the viewing glass as I kneel behind her, keeping a firm hold on her backside, I find myself admiring the cum leaking from her center, just begging to be licked up. I bring my mouth to her pussy, wasting not a fucking moment of lapping at her swollen walls, drinking in our combined arousal. She settles into my face, smothering me with her sex as I drive my tongue in deeper, taking every ounce of her in my mouth like a starved man.

My every opportunity for air is robbed as she grinds her ass against my mouth, but I don’t care. I’m determined to drawanother orgasm out of her. My palms sink into her thighs, squeezing them as she rides my face to another sweet and blissfully loud orgasm.

I keep my face buried in her cunt, darting my tongue in and out of her center, taking in every last drop of her release with each lingering wave of her orgasm.

“That’s it mama, give it all to me,” I groan against her swollen pussy lips.

“Don’t move,” she pleads, her hand skating to my head, pinning me to her center as the last pulse of her orgasm bounces against my face.

“Let me taste,” she demands, pulling me up by my hair, opening her mouth for me.

I spit onto her tongue, but instead of reveling in this moment of her feisty ass submitting her will to me, we both are distracted by hinges whining as a door behind us screeches open. Confused, we turn to see what it could possibly be now, but all we hear is the pattering of nails against the floor, followed by the white Pitbull from earlier.

And just like that our moment is robbed by the reality of our circumstances, with the reminder that we aren’t alone. Though with her cum coating my cock and our taste lingering on my every taste bud, it’s the fuel I need to get us out of here.

“Oh my god, Nada?” she asks.

Pinstripes fills the threshold as Carmine fucking Moretti shields his eyes, walking through the door.

“You’re a sick son of a bitch, Cromwell,” he laughs. “Ramos, for the love of fuck, cover yourself,” he adds, tossing her a t-shirt.

A mortified expression that matches my own falls to her face as she catches the shirt. “I’m glad you’re alive and all, but I’m going to fucking kill you for this,” she huffs. Scrunching the fabric in her hand, she slips it over her head, obscuring my viewof her curves, but it doesn’t stop me from keeping my eyes on her as she gets dressed.

“No, you’re not,” the woman on the other side of the glass interrupts. “He was simply following instructions. This is my domain, he’s merely a lovestruck puppy who can’t help but follow along. Kind of like someone else I know,” she teases, looking right at me.

“Ladies and gentlemen, my wife,” Carmine laughs, shaking his head, pointing to the masked woman who is now waving at us.

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