Page 71 of Sins of the Orchid
“Amore,” he cried out. With one last hard thrust and a shudder, he spilled inside me, groaning out his release with my name on his lips.
He stayed inside me, his thrusts shallow and slow while his lips brushed against mine. It was so intimate, so gentle after the rough way he took me that it made me feel raw.Vulnerable.I have always loved him but somehow within the last twenty-four hours, that love has rooted into something deeper.
As we both came down from our highs, our heavy breathing filled the air, and I sighed my contentment into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. I had no idea how long this would last, but I was determined to enjoy every single second and memorize every single moment with him.
The truth was part of my heart had always belonged to Santi. But now, he owned all of it. I couldn’t stop loving him any more than I could stop breathing.
A warm liquid ran down my thigh and I glanced down between our bodies.
“Santi,” I whispered softly against his ear, his body still pressed against mine.
“Hmmm.”
“Your cum is running down my thigh,” I muttered, nuzzling against his neck. “I have to clean up.”
A growl vibrated deep in his chest. I searched his face and found his eyes locked on my thighs. The desire in his dark eyes set me aflame again. The response my body had to him was out of this world. Like it no longer belonged to me and was here just for Santi’s pleasure.
Thankfully, my brain was quicker than my pussy, which wanted to rub against him ready for the next round. Jesus! I was losing my mind.
“No, not twice on the hood of the car,” I muttered teasingly, nipping at his strong chin. “Maybe a different car.”
A laugh rumbled deep inside his chest and something inside me swelled with love. This man could order me to get on my knees and I’d do it without hesitation. The question was whether it would be my doom. This must have been the way my mother felt about Dad. I just wished I had someone to talk to about it all.
Pressing another kiss to my lips, Santi straightened up and tucked his shirt in, then buckled his pants. The loss hit me straight away, and I felt it deep in the marrow of my bones.
I am doomed.At least it would be a sweet doom and I’d enjoy every touch, every word… all of it with Santi. Until we both went our separate ways.
I went to rise when his command stopped me. “Stay.”
Without a second thought, I halted. His eyes watched me while I laid with my legs spread wide on the hood of his expensive car. He trailed a finger up my inner thigh, catching remnants of his cum and then pushed it back up into my pussy and heat rushed to my cheeks. My whole body grew hot. This man had taken my body multiple times over the last twenty-four hours, yet my body craved more. One word and my body reacted, bending for him.
“Santi!” I exclaimed. Though even to my own ears, it sounded like a weak protest and more like a moan.
“You fucking like it,” he murmured, as my legs opened wider. “Tell me how much you like it.” Maybe some women would find it demeaning but I found it hot. “Ask menicelyto put my cum inside you.”
A throaty moan escaped through my lips and my hips pushed off the hood of his car. Sometime within the past day, my stubborn personality had vanished and in its place was an eagerness to please Santi.
Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, my breathing shallowed. “I like it,” I breathed out, my cheeks burning with my admission. “Please, Santi,” I moaned, a shudder running up my spine. “Please put your cum inside me.”
My heart pounded against my ribs, my entire body shivering with the intense craving.
“You’ll have my babies,” he growled in a possessive tone. He ran a finger upward and pushed it back inside me. I was panting by now and throaty, wanton noises left my throat.
Satisfaction flashed in his eyes, his finger curling inside me. He was taunting me.
Devil!
I couldn’t resist raining on his parade, at least a little bit.
“I'm on the pill so no amount of cum will make me pregnant.” My voice was hoarse, and it didn’t take a genius to see that I was turned on.
A slightly sardonic chuckle escaped his mouth, his dark eyes dancing as they watched me. Then he shook his head as if to clear his mind. Could it be that I was affecting him too?
“Maybe I’ll tie you to my bed and fuck you for a month until your belly swells with my baby.”
Shit, why did that make me so hot? Because I was crazy, that’s why. He had made a sex addict out of me.
“You better think twice about that plan,” I said with a shaky smile. I tried to compose myself, not show him how strongly he impacted me. Though I had a suspicion that ship might have sailed already.
