Page 51 of Red Queen
I would so rather be inside her right now and listen to her being a brat, than pretending in front of cameras with boring questions that we’re a real couple. Which, at the end of the day, is quite hard to do whenIcan’t even figure out what we are.
I step back from her, sitting down on the bed, watching her slowly turn around and face me with a confused look, her arms crossed in front of her chest.
“What are you doing?” she asks, lifting an eyebrow.
“I’m waiting,” I reply after a while, unable to stop smirking. She’s so adorable, trying not to give in.
“Waiting for what?” she asks, like she doesn’t know the answer.
“For you to break.” My smile only turns wider at the way her cheeks heat up. It’s so easy to make her flustered.
She puts her index finger under my chin, lifting my head up to look at her as she comes closer. I bite my lips, my hand slowly making its way up her thighs, inching closer and closer to her core.
“Fine. Let’s keep arguing,” she finally says, and I reach for her towel, unwrapping her like a present.
It was so loosely tied around her that it easily fell off, and my mouth waters at the sight once again. I cannot get enough of this woman. I pull her into my lap, and then I gently lay her on her back while I kiss her senselessly.
I take my time kissing around her neck and collarbone, and by a sudden thought, I start sucking on her sensitive neck, leaving behind a mark. She moans, but hisses when she feels the piercing feeling.
“Mateo! We have an interview in an hour! Did you really just give me a hickey?” she asks, rubbing the now purple skin, trying to soothe it.
“I sure did. Just in case they’d forget who you belong to,” I say, moving downward, capturing her perfect breast in my mouth.
I could suck on these beauties for a lifetime, and I’d never get bored. I’ll start a petition asking for a lifetime subscription to Rosa’s breasts. Hell, I’ll start a petition to make her the eighth wonder of the world.
Her nipples harden, her moans get louder, and the way she grabs my hair in pleasure makes me so hard, I think my zipper will rip. I release her boob with a loud pop, getting up to take my pants off. She spreads her legs before me with a teasing smirk, and I get an even nicer view of her, glistening wet pussy.
“Mierda… Rosa.” I groan, lowering my head and closing my eyes shut, I even have to clench my asshole to stop myself from finishing in my boxers. I’ve never been more turned on by a woman than her, and it’s not the first time it happened. Little witch.
I feel the pre-cum wet my boxers, and when I’m positive I won’t blow, I relax, pulling it off, then getting back on top of her.
“You little tease. Now, do you think you deserve a little slapping for it?” I ask, watching her cheeks redden even more. What a sight for sore eyes.
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“Idon’t know. You tell me,” I answer, trying to turn to my back, to prepare for the smack on my butt, but he doesn’t let me.
“I think you do.” Then, he sits up on his knees, settles between my legs, and hits my clit with his cock.
“Teo…” I moan out, as I forget every existing word other than his name.
He takes that as a sign, so he does it again, and again and again, until he turns me into a whimpering mess, and his pre-cum coaxes my pussy. It hurts a little, but it’s the kind of pain that makes you even hornier, and I’m so turned on he could slide into me with one motion. The slapping sounds get more frequent, our breaths speeding up, and he leans down onto me.
“You ready to take me, Rosalia?” I moan again; everything this man does just makes me more turned on. Even the way he says my name gives me butterflies.
“Mhm,” I answer, although it doesn’t really count as one. I can only whimper from all this sensation.
“Use your words, querida,” he whispers into my ear, making me shiver.
“Yes, I am,” I whisper back, watching his mouth turn into a wicked smile.
“Good girl,” he praises, and I let out a whimper once again. What is this man doing to me?
He sits back on his knees, rolls the condom down his cock, then starts rubbing it on my pussy, circling around my clit and my entrance, between my folds. After it seems he can’t take it anymore, without a warning, he slides into me, making me arch my back as he reaches my cervix.
I moan, he groans, and he starts moving slowly, working his hips in and out, with gentle sways. He falls down on me again, and I wrap my arms around his back, holding onto him for dear life.
