Page 9 of Curve Ball
“Gael, I’m close,” I gasp, my voice a desperate plea. “So close.”
He leans in, his teeth capturing my earlobe, biting down gently, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. “Come for me, Adriana,” he growls.“Escuchar como gritas cuando te cogo duro me vuelve loco”
And I do. With a cry, I come undone, my body convulsing, my vision blurring, my world exploding into a million pieces of pure, unadulterated pleasure. I can feel my pussy clenching around his cock, milking him, waiting to take everything he gives me.
He groans, a deep, guttural sound that vibrates through my body, his movements becoming erratic, his thrusts wild and untamed. “Adriana,” he grunts, his voice a warning, a promise. “I’m gonna come, fuck,fuck.”
With a final, powerful thrust, he stills, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with his cum. We stay like this for a moment. I can feel his cock, still hard, still inside me, a promise of more to come.
“That was... so so good,” I gasp, a smile playing on my lips. “You’re something else, Gael.”
He pulls back, a smug, satisfied smile on his face. “I’m not done with you yet, Mama,” he says, leaning in, his voice low in my ear. “That was just the beginning.”
Gael pulls out, setting me down gently, his hands never leaving my body. I can feel his cum, warm and sticky, running down my thighs.
The thought of his cum on my thighs for everyone to see has me biting my lip. Never has a man not been able to wait until we got back to his place or mine to fuck me.
Why does that make me feel so… wanted? Desired? Like he was desperate to have me. Whatever it is, I loved every second of it.
Gael notices my thighs, his eyes darkening with renewed hunger.
“Turn around,” he commands, his voice a low growl. “Bend over and show me that beautiful ass of yours.”
I do as he asks, my body already aching with anticipation. I turn, bending over, my hands braced against the wall, my ass presented to him, open and ready. I can feel his eyes on me, his gaze like a physical touch, setting my skin on fire.
“Tu culo es tan perfecto que quiero cogerte hasta que grites mi nombre,” he murmurs, his voice a low, approving growl. “Quieres eso, mama?”
“Sí, Papi.” I can feel his hands on my ass, squeezing, kneading, his fingers digging into my flesh. I moan, pushing back against him, urging him on.
“You like that, Mama?” He asks, his hand coming down on my ass, making me moan. I’ve never been into being spanked, but this man spanking me is something else. “You like it when I talk dirty to you?”
“I love it,” I moan, my voice a desperate plea. “Don’t stop.”
“Let me get you home, mama. Then I can do so much more.”
He adjusts the skirt of my dress and pulls me away from the wall. “How did you get here tonight?”
“We Ubered here.” I pant as I fish out my phone, pulling up my group chat.
Adriana
Don’t wait up. Going home with the hot guy from the bar.
Mallory
Get it, girl!
Ava
Be safe. Text us your location.
Adriana
Will do.
We pullinto a parking garage of a really nice apartment building about twenty minutes from my place in San Jose. Gael puts his car in park and practically runs to my side, making me giggle at his enthusiasm. “Let’s go, Mama.” He holds out his hand to me and I notice that as I get up, his leather seat has theevidence of what we did in the club. I feel my cheeks burn and he tilts his head, taking in my sudden change in demeanor. I nudge my head toward the seat.
His eyes drift down and I watch as his tongue darts out to lick his lips. “Well, now I’m never getting that seat detailed ever again.”
