Page 27 of Armando

“Angel,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Do you need something from me?”

“Please…” I whimper, pressing my body against his and trailing my hands up his chest. God, I never thought I’d see him again, let alone touch him. I need more.

“I’ve got you, sweet girl. I know what you need,” he murmurs.

Armando gives me one last kiss and stands from the couch. Before I can protest, he lifts me in his arms and carries me toward the bathroom, kissing me the whole way there.

As soon as he sets me down, he turns on the water in the shower, testing its warmth. When he’s satisfied, he turns, his dark eyes nearly feral as they roam over my body. Slowly, he slides his hands up my torso beneath my shirt. He gently pulls it off, followed by my bra and jeans.

When I’m in just my panties, he growls and cups my pussy, rubbing me through the thin material.“I feel your heat, angel. Feel how much you need this.”

I nod, gasping when Armando fists the fabric and rips it off my body. His mouth covers mine, swallowing my breath in a devastating kiss. We break apart only so he can strip down.

He helps me into the shower once we’re both naked, his fingertips following the streams of water as they pour over my shoulders, my breasts, my torso, my hips, and finally my throbbing pussy. I moan as his knuckles barely graze my mound before continuing down my inner thighs.

Armando’s other hand wraps around the back of my neck, pulling me in for a punishing kiss. I open up for him, needing to taste and touch and feel him everywhere. He tugs my hair, pulling my head back so he can deepen the kiss. Two fingers dip into my slit and circle my little bundle of nerves in slow, steady strokes.

I grip his biceps, digging in my nails as one finger pushes into my entrance, then two. Armando thrusts his large digits in and out of me, slowly at first, and then faster, faster, faster, grinding his heel down on my clit all while devouring my lips.

Breaking the kiss, I bury my face in between his neck and shoulder as I cry out. I’mrightthere, so close to my much-needed release. He keeps pumping his fingers, twisting and curling them up to rub against my G-spot. Again, again, one more time…

Suddenly, his hand is gone. I nearly fall over at the loss of him, but I regain my composure and glare at him. Armando just grins, which makes my pussy clench.

“Not yet. Patience, sweetheart,” he rasps.

With that, he spins me around, my back to his front, and starts massaging me everywhere. His large, calloused hands squeeze my breasts, hips, and my soft, round belly I’ve always been a little self-conscious about. Armando has made it clear he loves every inch of me.

His hands trail lower, teasing my pussy lips. My clit throbs in time with my heartbeat, begging him to do something about the unbearable ache he’s created.

“Armando…” I moan, wriggling my hips to get him to touch me where I need him most.

“Not yet,” he murmurs again, licking the shell of my ear before trailing kisses down my neck and shoulder.

His hard cock digs into my ass, so I wiggle a bit more until I feel his length nestle between my cheeks. Armando groans and rotates his hips, grinding his thick shaft against my ass.

“God, please, Armando,” I beg. My legs shake, and I lean forward to brace myself against the wall.

A low growl rises from deep in Armando’s chest, and the sound vibrates through me, nearly making me come on the spot. He grips my left leg under my knee and lifts it so my foot is resting on a bench I didn’t notice before in the corner of the shower.

“That’s it. Fuck, I love it when you’re spread out for me.” He continues touching every inch of me, caressing my thighs and widening my stance.

Armando gives me a satisfied grunt, which makes me giggle. My laughter is cut off when his cock slides along my slit. He taps my clit, nearly sending me over the edge. I’m so damn sensitive and ready to come, I think I might die if he doesn’t get inside me soon.

“I’ve got you, Allegra,” he murmurs, lining himself up with my entrance.

I’m expecting him to thrust inside me and fuck me hard. I know he’s as desperate for me as I am for him. But Armando slowly inches inside, prolonging the sweet pain deep in my core. He grips my hips, holding me in place as he stretches me open. I hold my breath as he slides home, hitting the very end of me.

“You feel so damn good,” he murmurs, more to himself than me.

Armando pulls out just as slowly, making me whine. I open my mouth to tell him to fuck me already, but then he slams his thick dick all the way inside, making me come instantly.

He wraps his arms around me, holding me up as I spasm around his cock. He fucks me through it, hammering into me over and over as I continue to convulse and cry out his name. He grips the inner thigh of my leg that’s propped up, spreading me wider and angling my hips so he’s hitting that special spot with every thrust.

“Y-y-yesss…” I hiss as I pound my fist against the wall and throw my head back against his shoulder.

Armando wraps his hand around my throat, keeping my head tilted back as he splits me open with his dick.“So tight for me, love,” he grits.

I whimper as another orgasm rushes to the surface. He must sense it, too. He keeps a firm grip on my neck, which is hot as fuck, and then trails his other hand down my body, circling and pinching my clit.

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