Page 68 of The Trap

“You know, you can lie to me all you want, but…” his words halt as his gaze travels down to the hand that is lifting the fabric of my skirt, exposing my slick pussy to him. Trailing his finger at my opening, he teases me. He hums before he continues, “this pussy never lies to me, does it?”

I pant as the finger that was grazing my slit is now joined by two others, dipping into my ready walls. “Isn’t that right, mama?” he asks curling his skillful fingers in deeper, slowly fucking me with them. “Este coño nunca le miente a papi,” he groans, and it’s enough to make me squirt right here. Hearing him starting to speak Spanish to me, especially when he’s being dirty, makes me even more feral for him.

“Yes,” I pant as he ups the pace and I writhe against his hand, deepening how he’s fucking me with it. “It’s just I heard something,” I whimper and whine as he rubs his thumb on my clit, working every part of me. I know him…he’s trying to distract me, and he knows that I won’t fight it, not when he knows how to push all my buttons and make me feel the way he does.

“Ssh.” His hush is a command. “We’ll deal with that later, but right now, it’s my turn,” he says with his fingers still in me as he lowers himself to the chair in front of my parted legs.

I go to shift, wanting to be on his lap so I can be closer to having him in me, but another smack–this one harsher than before, and even more delicious–slaps against the sliver of my ass that’s raised for him to grab. “Siéntate,” he commands.

“Iamsitting already,” I point out, earning me another spank.

Arousal begins to drip from my pussy even as he slows the tempo before pulling his fingers out of me. Bringing his fingersto his lips, he pops one in his mouth, sucking up my taste. “Fuck, mama, you taste so fucking good. But it’s not enough. I need more.”

Scooting my ass to the edge of the table, I spread myself further for him. “Then take it,” I say, offering my needy cunt to him.

Reaching for his lighter again, he takes it out with a fresh pre-roll. Bringing the unlit blunt to his lips, he lights it, taking a quick hit before guiding it to my lips. “Abre la boca,” he commands. Fuck, helping this man learn our shared language is the best thing I could have ever done. Spanish rolls so effortlessly off his tongue, just like the pleasure he loves to give me with it.

Obeying his command, I open my mouth, pinching my lips and inhaling a long hit.

“Lean back and enjoy while I get to eating this pussy. I’ve been craving you all day.” He clicks his tongue. “You’re not allowed to leave this fucking table until I’m done eating, comprende?”

I nod, lifting my hips up, needing his mouth on me right fucking now as I take another hit. The weed quickly settles into my body, making my pussy throb even more than it already is with him near it.

Another tap of his hand on my ass cascades over my skin as he lowers his stubbled chin to my clit. The pad of his tongue laps at the sensitive nerves, causing my back to arch, pushing my pussy into his mouth. “Finally,” he hums, his words vibrating my center. “I get to feast on you like I wanted to every time we sat at this very table.” He stops, driving his wet muscle into my pussy, and I moan in response. After a few more strokes of him fucking me with his skillful tongue, he blows a warm burst of air at my wet slit. “Except now you’re mine, not his. Isn’t that right?” he peers up at me from between my thighs, waiting for a response.

I nod.

But it’s not good enough.

“Raiden,” he groans my name, wanting me to say it.

“I’m yours,” I pant, bucking my hips forward, desperately needing him to devour me.

He shakes his head, flicking his tongue on either side of my needy sex. “You know what I do when something is mine, right?”

A stream of smoke billows his way as I stare at him, studying the devious expression that has suddenly overtaken his face.

“I’ll do anything to keep it that way,” he cryptically declares, reaching for something in his pocket that I can’t see, but when a flash crosses the room, I can guess that he’s about to stream me fucking his face to whoever must be watching–helplessly–in the basement.

Diving in my pussy, he doesn’t hold back. Ravenous strokes of his tongue seem to intensify, as do the muffled shrieks from what I can now see of Brett's bound body through the surveillance control panel.

Allowing my head to fall back, I let him devour me, grinding with every stroke of his tongue, getting lost in every flick, suck, and lick, giving everything to him.

His calloused palm sinks into my flesh, holding me in place as he sucks my clit, making my entire body quiver.

“I’m going to come,” I yelp, exhaling the stagnant smoke in my chest, before putting the roach out on the table.

Orgasm on the horizon, I push him off me.

“What?” he yells out.

I respond by settling my feet on the floor as I pivot and bend myself over the table. “If we’re giving him a show before we get rid of him, then I want the last thing he sees to be you sticking every fucking inch of that horse cock in me. Ahora,” I command, and with a speed I’ve never witnessed, he drops his pants.

Fisting his shaft, he draws a line against my pussy, coating his length in my juices. Stroking himself with my added arousal, he lubricates himself before bringing his pierced crown to me.

As he drives a forceful thrust in to enter, I yelp. My pussy accommodates the ridges of his cock and his size. Thrust after thrust, he fills me with his cock, stretching my walls as he slides in and out, fucking me rough and passionate.

Reaching over, he takes my hair in his fist, draping it in front of my neck, creating a collar to rein me in with.

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