Page 92 of Wrath

“Is this okay?” He looked pointedly at the hand around my throat.

I felt wanton and needy and hot all over. A flush spread across my chest.

“Tighter,” I whispered, momentarily stunned by my own declaration.

His eyes widened. “Are you sure?”

I remained limp and pliant on the cot, never taking my eyes off of his. “Yes, Lupe. I trust you.”

And I did—with my mind, body, and soul.

The love emanating from his eyes nearly undid me. He stared at me like I was some foreign or exotic specimen, like a zebra in a flock of sheep. I felt beautiful under his gaze. Desirable.

His fingers tightened around my throat, cutting off my air supply, as he captured my lips once more. This kiss was hungry and possessive. Messy, almost. It wasn’t a slow, sensual dance like the other ones we’d shared. It was chaotic and all-consuming and laced with unfettered passion.

Dark specks danced across my eyelids, and I grew lightheaded. I had no idea if it was because of his bruising kisses or the hand around my throat.

Lupe stopped kissing me at the same moment his hand released me. I gasped in lungfuls of air, my vision going spotty.

“Are you okay?” Lupe stared down at me anxiously.

In answer, I dragged a hand down his stomach and stopped when I reached the waistband of his pants. I fiddled with the button there before tugging at the zipper.

“Fuck me, Lupe. Now.” The last word was practically a growl.

I’d never felt so…animalistic before. I wondered if this was how Lupe felt constantly.

It took no time at all for Lupe to stand and remove his shoes, pants, and boxers. He grabbed at his hard, weeping cock, stroking it from base to tip.

He stood over me momentarily, his heated eyes devouring my flushed, naked body. I squirmed slightly.

“Lupe…” I begged.

He grinned, slow and sinful. “Yes, my love?”

“Are you going to fuck me or just watch?” I brought my hands to my breasts and began to pluck at my nipples.

They were already so sensitive from Lupe’s mouth.

Lupe watched me for a few seconds in silence, his gaze intent on my fingers. Then he growled, moved towards the foot of the cot, grabbed my legs, and hefted me forward. I bounced slightly on the mattress, a giggle catching in my throat.

“You can be such a smartass sometimes,” Lupe said, pulling my leggings down my legs.

“Only sometimes?” I quipped.

“All the time.” Lupe pounced on me, forcing me flat to the bed.

I dug my fingers into his brown hair as I matched his intensity, sucking his lower lip into my mouth. His rough palm inched up my waist to cup my breast, his fingers tightening around my nipple. The tip of his huge cock brushed my panties, no doubt leaving a wet spot behind.

One of his hands crept beneath our bodies and tugged at my underwear, pulling it to the side. Then he began to inch inside of me, sweat dotting on his forehead.

“Oh my god, Lupe.” I dug my fingernails into his shoulders.

He was the largest of my mates in both width and girth. It sometimes felt like he was splitting me apart from the inside out.

He began to strum my clit, lowering his gaze to where our bodies met.

“You need to be wetter, baby, in order to fit me.” He pushed another inch inside of me, and a cry caught in my throat, tears pricking my eyes. “Fuck, you feel so good. Your pussy was made for me, Z. You’re practically squeezing my cock.”

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