Page 64 of His to Bedevil

I reposition her in my lap so that her back is pressed to my front and she’s sitting directly on top of my erection, her head leaning back on my shoulder. Taking her earlobe between my teeth, I begin sliding one hand down her flat stomach and journey south. Freeing her earlobe from my teeth, I whisper into her ear, “Are you wet, my love? Tell me.” I toy with the edge of her panties, sliding my fingers around the waistline. “I want you to tell me if you’re wet for me.”

She licks her lips and keeps her eyes shut as she lies there sagging against me, panting. “Yes,” she whispers.

Humming, I dip inside her panties, and my fingers slip between her soaked folds. “Mi esposa,” I hiss. Circling my fingers there at the apex of her clit, I begin kissing her exposed neck. She moans and bucks her hips involuntarily. “Does this feel good,mi amor?” She gasps as I pick up my pace and pressure. “I need to hear you, Irma. Does this feel good?” She remains speechless as my fingers journey farther down and circle her sex hole. Her breath hitches when I dip a single finger inside just an inch. “Tell me or I stop,” I rasp against the smooth skin of her neck, and nip her.

Her breath hitches again. “Yes. It feels good. Please.” Her voice is breathy as she mutters the words.

“Please what,mi amor?” I kiss her neck and pinch the nipple I’m still toying with.

Her mouth falls open, and her back arches. “Please. Don’t stop,mi esposo.”

Irma

“Please. Don’t stop,mi esposo.”My husband.The words just tumble out of my mouth uncontrollably. I can feel something snap inside of him, and I hold my breath for what’s about to come.

“Dios mío,” he growls, and then thrusts two fingers deep inside of me.

My jaw comes unhinged as my mouth falls open, and my eyes squeeze shut. He fucks me with his fingers, and I’m already so fucking close to coming it’s embarrassing. His lips on my neck, his fingers toying with my nipple and breast, his other fingers fucking me. I can feel my juices flooding my panties and soaking his hand down there. I can even smell my own arousal. It should be disturbing to know that my arousal is so potent right now, but it only makes my desire for him burst into the flames of an inferno.

“Oh, shit,” I rasp as I feel myself flying higher and higher. I whimper when I hit the top and stay there longer than I thought possible when the heel of his hand puts pressure against my clit. Then I’m free-falling and quivering in his arms.

I’m still shaking from my otherworldly orgasm when Alejo sweeps me up into his arms and tosses me onto the bed. It shocks me into reality, and I open my mouth to tell him to slow down, or I don’t know, maybe wait a minute. But Alejo growls and literally rips my already ruined panties off of me. I gasp in shock, and before I can object to anything, he dives in mouth-first and starts feasting on my pussy. Instead of trying to scramble away from him, my fingers find their way into his hair and fist it. I hold him against me as I moan and arch my back. My mouth is hanging open, and I can’t tear my eyes from him, the way he fucks my pussy with his face. I can feel every lick and every brush of his teeth against my sensitive nub.

“You are so delicious,mi amor.” His hands are clamped around my upper thighs, holding me in place and my ass to the mattress. “I’m going to enjoy tasting you for the rest of my life.”

“Alejo,” I moan his name.

“Yes, my love?”

He latches his mouth around my clit, and he thrusts two fingers up inside of me, curling them. “Oh my God!” I squeeze my eyes shut, and my head rolls back. I thought the first orgasm was earth-shattering, but this one is life-altering. Like when stars collide and meteors strike.

My muscles recoil as I come back down to earth, and I can barely open my eyes. I feel like I might pass out from having two epic orgasms back-to-back. Cracking my eyes open, I see Alejo standing at the foot of the bed, eyes on me, undressing. I should tell him no and that I don’t want to, but I can’t. Not only can I not form words, but it would also be a lie. This was going to happen sooner or later. I am now his wife, and he’s been patient thus far. We’re going to do this, so I might as well enjoy it. It can only further my case with Matches as well.

At least that’s what I tell myself.

Finally, my eyes dart from his and travel down his body. His body is solid muscle, ripped and defined. Bigger than a swimmer’s body but not as jacked as his younger brother, who looks like he eats steroids for breakfast. Alejo is simply perfection. His broad chest moving up and down, his strong shoulders that I want to grab on to, his washboard abs whose grooves I want to run my tongue through. When my eyes drift down to his cock, it’s pointing right at me. Looking very frustrated and pissed off. I guess it has been neglected since I came along, if Alejo is telling the truth.

Alejo climbs on the bed and begins to crawl over me. My legs are still wide open, so his body nestles between them, his cock nudging at my entrance. I open my mouth to ask him about a condom, but he cuts me off with a bruising kiss, his mouth colliding with mine. I gasp into his mouth as he groans into mine. This kiss is nothing like the others. It’s animalistic and screams desperation, our tongues plunging in and out of each other’s mouths. He pins my arms above my head, and I arch my back to crush my breasts against him, my nipples rubbing against his flesh and the light dusting of dark hair there. I want so badly to touch him. As if he can sense my need, he frees my wrists from his grasp. Immediately, I fist his hair, and his arms coil around my body. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I urge him to fuck me. Silentlybegginghim to fuck me.

Taking one hand, he snakes it down my backside at a leisurely pace and then uses it to guide himself to my entrance. Rocking his hips forward, he slowly slides into my wet canal. As I rip my mouth from his, the air leaves my lungs and my eyes roll back. The first thrust is overwhelming, infinite, immeasurable, so absolute that I know from here on out I’ll never be the same. As if Alejo just took something from me that I might never get back yet is giving me so much in return.

He begins his painfully slow and deep thrusts, pulling all the way out to the tip then sliding all the way back in, rolling his hips. I want him to fuck me, but I’m still speechless, caught up in the haze of lust and the unyielding pleasure he’s giving me. My head is spinning from the palpitations inside my chest. Normally, I would be horrified that I let someone enter me without protection, but I just can’t care right now. I simply cannot think straight. All I care about is the pleasure,somuch pleasure.

He picks up the pace a little, and I crack my eyes open. Alejo is hovering over me, staring at me with such ardor I could come from the sight of it. “Eres mío, Irma.”You’re mine.“All mine. Forever. Until the last breath I take. I’m never letting you go.” His thrusts grow more urgent and uncontrolled. Slapping his pelvis against mine. “You hear me?” I gasp and wrap my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. “Tell me you understand, my love. Tell me who you belong to.”

I tell him I’m his because I’ll tell him anything he wants me to right now. As long as he doesn’t stop. “I’m yours, Alejo. I’m yours.”

He begins slamming into me, and I feel myself tightening around him. There’s no way I’m about to have another orgasm, he’s already drained me of everything I had. His lips descend onto mine, and our tongues tangle. The burning in my core begins to fizzle over, and before I know it, I’m coming for the third time. Squeezing my eyes shut, I moan into his mouth and concede to the pleasure. Alejo’s thrusts become even more zealous, and he’s groaning into my mouth and swelling and twitching inside of me. Stretching me even farther as if my core is malleable to accommodate him.

We both gasp for air as he lazily pumps in and out of me, giving me every last drop he has to offer. Taking his time and not letting one ounce go to waste. His eyes bore into mine as he slowly pulls out of me once he can’t give me any more, and I can feel the wetness leaking out. I almost let out a tiny whimper in protest of him leaving me, but I bite it back, since I’m beginning to think straight again.

He looks down and notices the wetness from him spilling out of me, and it’s as if he’s just now realizing what he’s done. “I’m clean, and I’m on bitch control,” I blurt out, making his eyes snap up to mine. “I have an IUD.”

He says nothing as he gets up from the bed and comes around to my side. Slipping his arms underneath me as I lie there somnolently, he lifts me up, and my arms automatically go around my neck. “Let’s get cleaned up, my love.” His voice is still rough and laced with sex. It heats up my sex all over again, as if he didn’t just give me the best sex of my life and the most orgasms I’d ever had in one sexual encounter.

Setting me down on the edge of the counter, he goes into the shower to turn on the water. He comes back to me, prowling, and shimmies his way in between my thighs, resting his palms on either side of my ass. Leaning forward, he brushes his lips against mine, causing my eyes to flutter shut. He teases me with his lips, and I want to scream from the vexation he has caused within me. Trailing his lips from the corner of my mouth and across my cheek, he lightly peppers me with butterfly kisses. He gets to my jaw and kisses a trail down to my neck, making me crane it back to give him more access. He nibbles at the sweet spot just below my ear, and something in me pops like a bubble. I think it’s my sanity.

My legs mechanically encircle his hips, and my arms wrap around his shoulders, my hands clawing at his hair. Moaning as I arch my back, needing to get as close as possible to him. “Ah, fuck, Irma,” he growls, and lifts me up from the counter and strides into the shower with me hanging on him like a monkey.

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