Page 85 of PortCity Killers

It was more difficult than I had imagined: concentrating on Valentina’s clit while Don rocked his body inside of me. He wasn’t hard and fast like I had imagined he would be, instead he took his time. Don made love like he moved: slow, languid, in predatory strokes that filled me until I thought I would explode.

My tongue laved Valentina’s clit. Her fingers locked into my hair as she directed my movements. She wasn’t shy in the least, moving my head as she wanted me, using me as her own personal toy.

I groaned against her thighs when they squeezed tight around my face, over and over, like she was trying to drown me in her wetness. The taste of her, the smell, all of it had me clenching around Don, who moaned in response himself. His grip on my hips tightened as his strokes quickened.

“Does she taste like venom, Princesa? Our precious viper.” He laughed.

Valentina didn’t appreciate it. She pulled my face from between her thighs, my face covered in her juices.

“Well?” she glared, “How do I taste, slut?”

If she had meant to make me cower, she had the wrong baby. The hard set of her jaw only fueled my own arousal, something Don didn’t seem to miss. He huffed a laugh in my hair at the feel of my muscles tightening and thrust just a little harder, a little faster.

His hand came down, slapping my ass with a quick, sharp landing. I cried out, my eyes trying to keep their focus. Valentina’s impatient twist of her hand wrapped my curls tighter around her wrist.

“Answer me.”

“Perfect,” I moaned, “You taste perfect.”

Her eyes narrowed, and Don moaned behind me, gripping my hips tighter. Valentina didn’t take her frustration out on him though, she lifted her legs higher on the table, her heels on the edge to spread herself further for me. She yanked my face back between her legs.

I had to scramble on my hands and knees to accommodate her new positioning, making Don slip from inside me. We both groaned at the loss, but he didn’t let it deter him. He shuffled himself further, wrapping his hand around my waist and lifting me to sit in his lap. The positioning allowed me perfect access to Valentina’s chocha.

I tried so hard to keep pace, I really did. But between Valentina’s tight hold on my hair and Don’s fingers digging into my hips I couldn’t keep my thoughts in order. The sharp strike against my cheek had my eyes watering. My head swam with the tension holding us together.

I looked up to Valentina, her irises bright and sparkling, “Focus, Alex. You’re not the only one who wants to come, and if I have to use your mouth like a toy, you won’t like your punishment.”

“I don’t know,” Don’s voice was heavy, ragged as he dragged his lips up my neck. He bit my shoulder, his blunt teeth creating a ring of delicious pain while he pumped inside of me, “She seems to like your brand of mean, Reina.”

This time it was me who could see Valentina’s reaction. Her look could fucking smolder. I didn’t know whether she wanted to kill me or fuck me, and it sent my insides flip flopping, but her smile? Fuck, her smile was everything.

It was the perfect mix of cruel and endeared as she lifted a perfectly manicured brow, “Reina?”

“Si,” Don pulled out of me, smooth and slow, lifting me up closer to Valentina before settling me back down. He filled me so fucking deliciously, pulled the warmth from my insides and lighting my body on fire, “If our muñequita is our princess, you must our queen, no?”

She scoffed, but settled back, her grip on my hair relaxing at the compliment. Her fingers dipped into her own wet center, “A pillow princess. Look at her, she can barely keep up.”

“No,” he tsk-ed, gripping my jaw with both hands from behind me. He lowered my lips to Valentina. She moved her hand out of the way, petting my hair as I slid my tongue along her slit, “She just needs to be properly trained is all, don’t you, Princesa?”

I nodded, laying my tongue flat as my head jerked up and down. I didn’t dare speak, but I could do this. It was intimidating to try and please a woman for the first time, but a woman like Valentina?

I was thankful for Don’s direction. His hands were warm and firm on my skin, guiding my movements. He used me, fucking Valentina with my face like she had done to him that day in their office. He whispered instructions, shifting me until we had her bucking against my face all while he was inside me.

By the time Valentina’s thick thighs were trembling against my cheeks my jaw was tight, and my chocha was so fucking wet I thought I would explode. All I wanted was for Don to shove me further inside of her and fuck away the ache between my thighs from his gentle movements, but he waited until she was pushing my face away, her moans turned to beautiful ragged sounds that bordered inconsolable.

“Benissimo.” Her head hung between her shoulders as she dropped her legs to the floor and lay back against the table.

“Now that our queen is satisfied,” Don nipped at my earlobe, making me whimper, “Is my princess ready to come?”

“Please,” I could barely get the words out, “Please.”

He pulled my hips up, flattening my chest to the rumpled suit jacket on the cold floor. I shivered at the stark contrast of his body heat behind me. His own tongue flattened against me from clit to ass in one long stroke.

My hands scrambled to grip something, but all I had was the material beneath me, “Dios mio, you taste so fucking sweet, Princesa.”

He bit gently against me, spitting on my chocha before he settled behind me. My legs were spread, ready and waiting. He entered me in one hard and fast stroke, keeping that pace until all I could think, all that escaped my mouth, was his name.

His groan tightened something low inside of me. My hand snaked its way between our bodies, rubbing at my clit with a ferocity that sent me spiraling. My muscles coiled against each other.

Don held me through the white-hot trembles as his cum leaked out of me. He sat back, pulling me onto his lap, stroking my hair.

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