Page 29 of Mex

I push up on my elbows, legs spread wide in front of him, and our eyes meet. “I’ve had an interesting life, you could say,” I murmur. “Now are we going to talk, or are we going to fuck? I know which one I’d like to do.”

“I’m not fuckin’ you yet. You want an orgasm, then I need to warm you up first.”

Oh, my.

“I’ve been plenty warmed up before, it makes no difference.”

He flashes me a grin. “We’ll see. Touch yourself.”

I frown. “I thought you were doing all the dirty things?”

“Do you want to fuck, or not?”

I reach my fingers down, spreading my lips and sliding over my already aching clit. I rub, slowly, in small circles before slipping a finger inside. I’m already way too close to the edge, and he damn well knows it. I did tell him that I would answer a question for every orgasm, but I didn’t think I’d have one so quickly. He’s turning me on, and fuck if I don’t want him inside me right now.

That thought makes my pussy clench around my finger, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan.

Mex reaches down and grips my thigh, while his other hand unbuckles his belt before he undoes his jeans and lets them slip down. His cock springs free, and my eyes widen. “Holy cock,” I gasp.

It’s huge.

I must admit, it’s probably bigger than any I’ve encountered before. It’s long, but it’s also thick and so perfectly shaped. It’s like it was molded perfectly for female pleasure, with its smooth ridges and incredibly shaped tip. My pussy grips onto my finger in anticipation, and the orgasm I’m holding back is growing.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I know how to use it.”

Oh, I just bet he does.

Curling a hand around the thick width of it, his fingers dig into my thigh as he begins a slow stroke, dragging his hand up and down, tightening his grip as his eyes flash with need. Fuck. I want him. The anticipation and need inside me is borderline obsessive, and if he doesn’t fuck me soon, I might just explode. Slipping my finger from my pussy to stop the orgasm, I look up at him, panting.

“Don’t make me sit here and watch you,” I murmur, my voice husky and laced with need.

“Don’t you like it?” he growls, squeezing his cock before stroking it a little faster.

“Oh, I really like it, but if you waste that on your hand, I’m going to have to kill you, and we don’t want that.”

Releasing his cock, he slides his hand down my thigh, over the scars, until he reaches my damp pussy. He gently slides his finger up the middle, coating it in my arousal, before slipping it down and pushing it inside me. I gasp, the pleasure that fills me making my back arch. Inch by tortuous inch, he drags his finger out, then pushes it back in, making my body come alive.

It'll never be enough to make me orgasm, not unless he starts playing with my clit, too.

That doesn’t mean I’m not going to lie here and enjoy it, because as he’s pushing around inside me, I reach down for my clit. With a feral growl, he shoves my hand away. I look up at him, slightly pissed, but quickly forget about it when he drops down to his knees so his face is right between my legs. His hot breath tickles my pussy, and I know this is going to be embarrassingly quick.

Lowering his mouth, he pushes that finger back inside me, curling it up as his mouth latches onto my clit. Sucking it for a moment, he then raises himself slightly, repositioning his mouth so it’s nearly entirely covering my pussy. At the same time, his tongue glides out and rubs against my clit. The feeling is overwhelming, and I am experiencing so many sensations, I can’t think.

My moans turn into gasps before quickly moving to panted pleads as he licks and sucks at the same time, capturing all of me with his big, perfect mouth. His fingers work me from the inside and within seconds a blissful orgasm rips through my body. My back arches, my fingers grip the sheets, and I cry out with pure pleasure as my body trembles. Mex slows his licks, until his tongue is casually sliding over my pussy with every convulsion.

When he’s satisfied, his finger slides out of me, and he pushes back to his feet. His cock is rigid and angry, and the thought that, soon, he’ll be plunging inside of me, is enough to make a shudder take over my body. Reaching down and squeezing his cock, Mex looks me in the eye and in a gruff, sexy tone, he asks, “Does your mother work with Marek?”

I grit my teeth but give him a slow nod.

He nods in return, then takes my knees and jerks me toward him, placing my feet flat on the bed so my knees are up, and I’m spread wide open. Then, he steps forward in between them. His cock presses against my entrance as he looks down at me with a hunger that’s very real. He wants me as much as I want him, and that knowledge is powerful. It’s what I’ll use to get my way. It’s how I’ll end this. A pussy is powerful, but when a woman knows how to use it, it’s a lethal weapon. Mex will find out soon just how lethal it can be.

“If I can make you cum, without touching your clit, you’ll answer three questions,” he murmurs, rubbing his cock up and down my entrance.

“Deal,” I say, confident that I’ll come out on top.

I’ve had some incredible sex before, and I’m certain I’ve come close, but I have never had an orgasm without rubbing my clit at the same time. It just doesn’t happen for me. I admire his determination, but I won’t be answering those questions for him today.

“Reach back and get that pillow,” he orders.

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