Page 128 of Chicago Sin

I’ve never said any of these words aloud before. Never thought them. But Armando awakened something in me. He’s shown me I can trust him with my body, even when there’s a little violence involved. And after all the crazy things we saw tonight, it feels safe to ask for this. As I speak, I realize that's exactly what I'm doing. I'm letting him in, and more importantly, I'm letting myself out. I'm freeing myself from a lot of my fears and insecurities, and I'm hanging on to Armando's every word, waiting for him to tell me what to do next.

“That’s so hot, Hannah. You are my dirty girl. I’m gonna give it to you good, Flowers.”

He keeps working his fingers between my legs, sliding his thumb into my ass, all the while peppering my cheeks with slaps. A chaotic, exotic mix of stimulation that heightens everything I feel. I moan. I’m drowning in lust. So far beyond my normal inhibitions.

Mando puts a pillow beneath my hips and pushes me down over it then climbs between my legs. He rubs the head of his cock over my pussy as he grips my hair, twisting my head back, so I'm forced to look up at him.

“I'm the only one that's going to fuck this pussy,” he commands at the same moment he pushes inside me.

“Oh God.” My internal muscles squeeze around his cock. I’m already orgasming from just one stroke.

He goes slowly, arcing in, sliding out, teasing me. Torturing me.

“Spank me,” I plead, wanting more intensity.

“Spank you?” He pulls out of me. “You need to earn that spanking.”

“How?”

“Beg me for it.” He slaps my ass a few times, and the pain is sharp and intense, but I love it.

“Please,” I plead, needing to feel that heat radiating from my ass and spreading throughout my whole body. “Please, Armando. Please spank me harder. Please.”

He does it again and again, until my ass is burning and stinging. It's exactly what I crave. What I need.

“Good girl.” He pulls me around to sit me down on the edge of the bed. “Now spread your legs for me.”

I do as he commands, and he gets on his knees in front of me, gripping my thighs and spreading them wide.

“Look at you,” he says. “Your pussy is so fucking wet, and your pussy lips are swollen.”

“Your cock made me that way,” I say, reaching out and gripping his cock, stroking it hard.

“Show me how much you want my cock,” he says, taking his cock and rubbing it up and down my pussy. “Suck my cock and show me how much you want it. I want you to taste how much your pussy loves this cock.”

I watch his cock enter my mouth, and I swirl my tongue around it and lick it, paying extra attention to the head and the sensitive area underneath his cockhead.

“That's a good girl,” he encourages while gripping my head and pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. “Take it all.”

I do, and as I suck on his cock, I feel him take one of my hands and wrap it around the base of his cock, and he guides my hand up and down his cock while he fucks my mouth. I'm moaning so hard, I'm sure that my neighbors can hear me, but I don't care. I've never felt so free and so wild.

I want this every night. I want to be his dirty little whore. I want him to make me feel beautiful and wanted, opening my mouth wide and lifting my chin up so he can fuck my face however he wants.

I want everything he is willing to give me.

I want to be possessed by him.

He fucks my face harder, and I struggle to take it, but I take it. I take it all. I look into his eyes and see the intensity and the passion. I see his desire, and it's a beautiful thing.

I'm his beautiful, dirty girl, and I love it.

I love him.

“Make me come all over my dirty girl's face,” he commands, and I pull my mouth off his cock, stroking it hard and fast. He starts to breathe hard, and I know he's close.

“Do it. Come all over my face.”

He comes hard. Ribbons of his cum hit my face and splash against my cheeks, and I rub it in immediately, letting it drip down my face as I make sure to get it in my mouth.