Page 58 of Promise and Punishment

“Perfect. Cause you know I’d fucking kill for you. Right?” I believed him, his arousal bundling at the bottom of my wet cami, the heat of his cock bent towards and across my wet stomach. “I need a good listener for this. Can you follow instructions, good girl?”

“Yes… I’ll do anything for you,” I said too eagerly, halted as he directed my hand along his hard torso, leading it down across trimmed pubic hair. God, he felt so good on my fingers, like he truly was all man, muscle, and veins.

He smirked, his erection jumping from my fingertips, visibly pulsing. “I want you to grab me, try and wrap your hand around my cock. You won’t be able to hold all of it, but I’d love to see you try.”

I did as I was told, gripping around the thick base of his shaft, the tips of my fingers unmet, holding what felt like muscle wrapped in silk. How would I be able to take all of him inside me if I couldn’t even do it with my hand?

“Like this?” I asked nervously.

“Just like that. Now shut your eyes, and show your Papi where his little slut wants him,” he instructed, swiping against my torso, his large tip smoothing a trail of clear semen across my belly button. He moaned.

“I want you right here.” I stuck my tongue out, showing off the soft, pink spot meant just for him. “You think I could suck you off? That I could fit that full head in this pretty mouth?”

“You can fucking try. But when you gag, I can’t promise I’ll pull out. But you’ll like it like that… I swear.”

“And if I do, will you tell me I did a good job?” I raked my nails down to his navel, dropping to my knees in worship, his hard-on pressed against my full lips to be sucked. He affectionately brushed my hair like I was his pet, coaching me to lean my head against his strong legs. I liked it, being below him, being something to be praised, yet handled roughly, my knees pushed into a position that turned them red.

“I’ll be fair, I’ll tell you how well you’ve done, but only if you suck slowly, baby,” he growled, shielding me from the beating water above. “Take me in as far as you can, and don’t stop unless I tell you to.”

For the first time, I licked the underside of his cock, feeling the velvety softness of his tip pop right into my mouth. Groaning my approval, I stroked him over my tongue, drooling over the hard vein on his shaft. Inch by inch he pushed himself further between my lips, causing my stomach to flutter and my neck to tense. I gagged, my chest heaving with a need to hiccup.

“Right there, baby,” he fisted my soaked hair into a punishing, wet twirl, posing my head perfectly centered to his thighs. “I want to feel the back of your little throat, right where it’s nice and wet.” I blinked, loosening a stray tear, as my head bobbed in and out over his erection. Alejandro didn’t even hesitate, rubbing his thumb along my cheek, licking my salty tear as if it were cherry cola. I loved that he did that, that he rocked his hips into me, that his strong dimpled ass flexed as he fucked my mouth.

“You can come if you want,” I breathed, pulling him out with a suck. Fuck I wanted him to unload all over me: mouth, breasts, stomach, anywhere. “It’s ok if it spills over my cami, or into my panties… you can stain them however you want—”

Maybe my permission was too much, as Alejandro’s toes suddenly curled and his eyes immediately shut. He gripped me tighter, bracing onto the roots of my scalp like it was the only thing stopping him from coming. “I dare you to spit me out. Let’s see if it can spill its way down to that little pussy of yours.”

Fuck.

The difference in how his hips moved made me needy, how his cock head flexed over my filthy words. I reached between my legs, tracing circles on my clit, spreading myself open. I was the dirty girl, the whore on her knees who rubbed herself while sucking off the hottest celebrity in the world.

Suddenly, I screamed as Alejandro pulled me to my feet, his cock springing from my lips as he spun me around, shoving me hard against the cold shower glass.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he demanded.

I exhaled, “Rubbing myself. I can’t wait any longer, you taste too fucking good.”

“I don’t care. Rule number four, no one makes you come, but me,” he persisted. “Only I will make you scream,” I arched my back, pressing my ass against his cock as he forced my cami down, exposing me to the mirror across from us. “Look at those perfect little tits. Keep them right fucking there, or else I’ll suck them red.” He slapped my ass so hard that it made my cunt swell, leaving me close to tears.

“Shit!” I erupted. I fucking loved it, my clit buzzing between my legs.

“Shhh… let it sting… let it linger till it starts to throb. Tell me, who knows best?” He spanked me again.

“Papi?” I whined.

“Fucking right. I’m yourPapi,and I’m here to show you what good girls need.”

“And what’s that?” I feigned innocence.

“A rough fuck to crumble those insecurities of yours.” He reached for my lace panties, not pulling them down, or shoving them aside, but instead, shredding them off like wet paper. I screamedas their tattered fragments fell to my feet.

“Alejan—” My lips were interrupted with a gasp, stopped as Alejandro slipped his perfectly long finger inside me, his palm cupped against my folds.

He dug so deep, fucking me so impossibly hard that it brought me to the tips of my toes. “Your little mouth struggled to take me, but you did so damn good.”

“Did I? You sure, Papi?” I pouted my lip, sticking it out to be sucked. He leaned in, pulling it between his teeth with a suck, drawing its red, tender color to the surface.

“Yes, so fucking good… but how can I stuff myself inside you when your cunt is still too tight?” He sunk another finger inside. It was too much to bear, stripping the last bit of energy out from my legs. I fell back onto his chest, writhing myself against his hand. “I’ll take my damn time, and I won’t pull out until you’re loosened up for me.”

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