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His eyes narrowed. “Someone’s being particularly bratty today.”
Someone was horny. She wasn’t ashamed to admit that. To herself. Out loud, to him, was a whole different matter. Then again, she didn’t have to tell him anything, she could show him.
She put her arms around his neck. “I’m so sorry for hurting you. Let me kiss it better.” She gave him a slight peck on the cheek, and chuckled when he frowned. “What? A kiss is a kiss.”
“That’s not a kiss. This is.”
She expected him to crush his lips on hers. Instead, he made a trail down her body, pushing up her shirt, kissing her stomach, and going lower. He licked his way to her core, placing a kiss on her panties, taking in her scent. With one pull, he pushed them down and nuzzled the insides of her thighs, basically kissing everywhere but where she wanted.
She tried to guide him to her needy place, but he swatted her hands away. Then he flipped her onto her stomach. Her face hit the pillow with anumpf.
She stiffened from surprise when he gave her cheeks a few swats. Then he pulled her up on all fours.
He pulled off her top and bra, all the while making sure she stayed on her knees, facing the headboard.
Hector pushed her legs wider apart and she could feel his breath between her thighs. “I want to see you play with your breasts. Let me see you love yourself.”
It felt odd at first, playing with herself while he watched her from behind. By the time he finally started licking her pussy, she was sure she was about to combust. It felt as if she had come up with a sudden fever.
She grabbed both of her nipples, turning them, while riding his tongue. Trying to will him to push inside her. When he finally did, her hips bucked, and she let out a cry.
His tongue was followed by a thick finger, roaming inside her body. Then he added another digit, going deep. So deep.
Was that her who mewled like a kitten in distress?
“Shh. We’ll take this slow. I’m gonna stretch you first.”
The stretching of his fingers and tongue started to hurt, but she was beyond caring. She wanted him inside her. Now.
“Hector,” she pleaded, her voice throaty.
When she finally heard him unzip his pants, she let out a sigh of relief.
The head of his cock brushed against her cleft, going up and down, lubricating himself on her juices.
“Dios!”
One push against her back and she went face first into a pillow again. His hands covered hers, holding her down, as his hot rod grinded between her ass cheeks.
When she lifted her butt, silently asking him to enter her—she wasn’t going to make it until their wedding night—he bit her shoulder. She winced from the pain but was beyond caring.
His hard thrusts against her ass intensified. He grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed. Hard. Then he pushed two fingers inside her pussy, making her cry out in a sweet concoction of pain and near ecstasy.
“You don’t come until I tell you to,” he growled in her ear as he pulled out his fingers.
Was he kidding her? “Then maybe you should stop with… Oh, God.”
His dick hit her sweet spot. And by ‘hit,’ she meant he was tapping the tip of it against her pussy, taunting her, torturing her. It was becoming increasingly difficult not to come.
Then he let out a big grunt and she felt hot splatters against her ass and back. He placed the gentlest of kisses along her neck, where he’d bit her before.
His open palm swatted her clit. “Let go, Mary. Let go.”
Her ass arched up and she tried to move, but he was still holding her down, forcing her to come, bucking and grinding against the comforter. In a weird way, it was like fucking the bed just to elevate the ache between her thighs. It was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced.
The next second, his weight shifted from her and he sat back on the edge of the bed.
Finally being able to move, she turned her body toward him. Her eyes widened when she saw his cock. It was huge.