Page 34 of Santiago's Conquest (Four Dark Horsemen 1)

He plays with me over and over again, torturing my flesh as if it’s his personal toy, dangling pleasure in front of my nose, only to deprive me of it later while my body whirls underneath him, begging him to take mercy on me and give me what I seek.

Each bite, lick, stab only heightens the need and does nothing to soothe it.

I almost succumb to this endless suffering when his mouth is gone and my eyes snap open. I see him looming above me again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his sapphire orbs blazing with desire so strong the breath hitches in my throat.

“I could taste you for hours, querida, but the first time this pretty pussy comes will be around my dick and not my tongue.”

Oh my God.

Yes, please!

I see him remove a condom from his back pocket. He rips it with his teeth and then wraps it over his hard length. He must have opened his zipper while feasting on me.

My pussy clenches at the idea of it inside me, and he chuckles, circling his cock and running his hand over it. I lick my lips, wondering how he tastes. He leans forward, placing one hand on the side of my head, and I can smell my scent on him.

Despite the need and desire driving my every thought, my cheeks heat up again, and he nips on my chin. “Greedy, greedy girl.” His mouth travels to my lips, tracing his tongue over them. “You can suck my cock next time.”

I’m too far gone to care about such implications, because there will be no next time.

This is madness, where sense doesn't exist, but it won’t happen again.

So with this thought in mind, I wrap my legs around him, pushing us closer and, common decency be damned, whisper, “Please fuck me, Santiago.” His other hand squeezes my hip, his fingers digging deep into my skin, showing me a sense of possession I’ve never known before, and I moan when the crown of his cock taps against my clit, sliding over my lips and dipping just the tip inside, giving me a hint of what might come. “Please.”

“No need to fucking beg, querida.” And he slams into me with a powerful thrust, stretching me tightly around his long, thick length. A cry slips past my lips, reverberating around the room. “Ahora eres mia.”

Now you’re mine.

I don’t have time to focus on the words as he pulls back then drives back inside, the motion pushing us and the table across the floor. Catching my gasp with his mouth, he gives me a deep kiss while he continues to plant himself deep inside me, electrifying the energy around us, nipping on our skin and only adding to the fire consuming us both.

Everything around me and in me is so hot I’m afraid nothing will ever cool me, leaving me hovering over endless bliss but never quite reaching it.

Wrapping my thighs around him tighter, I circle his neck, dragging him so close I feel his chest brush over my pointed nipples that, despite the cloth covering them, are so sensitive.

Desire holds us prisoner, enveloping us in a protective cocoon where pleasure lives as he continues to fuck me so hard and thoroughly I know I won’t ever be able to forget it.

Each jerk of his hips, the flicks of his tongue, his muscled body weighing on me, push me closer and closer to the edge, sending thrills through my bones, ready to break apart as long as he’s the one doing it.

He gives me passion I’ve never known before, and my body is already addicted to it, afraid he might leave without satisfying it.

When my lungs start to burn from lack of oxygen, he lets go, and I gulp for breath while mixing it with groans when he pushes my hands away, placing them above my head. He starts burying himself deeper into me, his hips speeding up, the slapping sound filling the air as the heat between us grows and grows.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

Each time, my pussy clenches around him, tighter and tighter, until finally everything inside me snaps, silence settling above me before all-consuming pleasure fills my every bone, gliding over my skin and head, sending thousands of waves over and over again as I struggle to breathe.

Arching my neck, I open my mouth wide to catch air as I feed on the bliss wrapping me in its arms while he continues to slam into me faster and faster, seeking his release, and I gladly let him use me as he sees fit.

He clamps his mouth on the spot between my neck and shoulder, sucking on the skin, and ripples of pleasure continue to travel through my system as he growls against me, stilling inside me with his length still stretching me.

Without thinking, I hug him close to me, enjoying his mouth on my flesh while trying to soak up this moment as much as I can, because it’s the best sexual experience I’ve ever had.

And only then, the horrifying reality of what I’ve done dawns on me.

Santiago

Breathing heavily into her neck, I press myself farther into her, and her thighs squeeze me hard, her nails scraping my shirt while her dress skirts around my arms. My hands glide up and down the smooth skin of her hips, her pussy spasming around me one more time before she gasps in my ear, the sound and tension filling her body alerting me that the fog of lust has cleared and she has her senses back.

And with the fucking resistance neither of us likes, but she for some reason insists on having.

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