Page 28 of The No Falling Rule
I roll mine, but the playful smirk stays on my lips. “You know you’re hot, Mr. Grosso. I’m so ready for you.”
“May I see?” Diego asks, his hand sliding beneath my dress. My head falls back as his fingers press against my inner thighs, his thumb playing with my clit through the thin fabric of my panties.
“Fuck, baby. You’re soaked.”
I feel Diego’s nose against my core, and I lift my head immediately.
He inhales deeply, and the sound alone makes me shiver.
“Just as I suspected—a sweet cunt.”
He makes quick work of bunching up my dress to my waist, licking his lips as he stares at my satin-covered pussy. His hungry gaze elicits another shot of arousal to ruined panties.
Normally, I’d feel self-conscious under that kind of stare, but the way Diego looks at me—like I’m his last meal—makes me feel like a treasured queen.
He presses his mouth against my wet spot and sucks my arousal through the fabric.
“Fuck, I knew it,” he says, pulling off my underwear and tossing them aside.
Spreading my lips with his thumbs, he laps at me from my entrance to my clit. I buckle at the contact.
“Easy, bonita. We haven’t even started yet,” he says with a smirk.
I slide my fingers through his hair, needing to touch him, to anchor myself.
Every flick of his tongue against my pussy pulls another sound from me, each one louder than the last.
“Oh, Diego. Fuck,” I gasp, overwhelmed.
He looks up, eyes dark and knowing. “What baby? Do you like that?”
He sucks harder, and I buck again, unable to control myself. “Yes, papi. You make me feel so good.”
“Damn, baby. Did you just call me papi?” he says before straightening and teasing my entrance with one finger. “That’s the hottest shit I’ve ever heard. Say it again.”
“I want you to finger fuck me, papi,” I say, practically moaning.
Without warning, Diego pushes one in, then massages my clit with his thumb.
“More, papi. More.”
My legs spread wider, and Diego picks up speed, adding another finger, stretching me so good I can already feel my orgasm building.
“You look beautiful when you’re about to come on my fingers. I wonder how gorgeous you’ll look coming on my cock.”
His words send me over the cliff, a wave of pleasure traveling through my body.
“That was…” I exhale, still catching my breath. I’m relaxed—happy even—after what I just did with Diego. But I want more. I want to make him feel just as good.
He sits beside me, and I move toward him like a moth to a flame. The pull he has over me is so strong, and even though I know I should guard myself, I don’t want to.
Leaning back on the couch, he pulls me down with him until I’m stretched out on top of him, his erection pressed against my belly.
“We need to take care of you next,” I murmur, finding his lips again.
My hands glide from his shoulders to his ribs, following the trail of hair covering his abdomen. His body is an uncharted map I want to trace and memorize by heart.
I work my way down his chest, flicking my tongue over his nipples. Diego hisses but doesn’t stop me.
