Page 30 of Nocturnal Sins

“Fuck, you are so wet, Samira.” He kissed a trail down my calves then pulled out making me whine at the absence of his fullness. I almost burst in tears until I felt his tongue snaking inside of me.

My back arched to the ceiling begging the angels that occupied the heavens to pause time and let my body live in that space forever. I pushed my fingers through Santana’s hair, gripping it in my fist while I painted his face with my pussy.

“Fuck my face, Sammie,” he urged. The vibrations from his deep voice shifted things around inside of me like the plates deep in the earth. I shook just the same.

I wasn’t prepared for his cock to penetrate me again. He had to close his hand around my throat to muffle the hungry noises I made. It only made the feelings more intense.

Every cell beneath my skin hummed. Electricity cracked the air into a million pieces and my body drew into a single pinpoint of pressure, ready to pop. “Santana,” I breathed his name because I had to say something I had to release some sort of pressure from my insides.

“Cum for me, Sammie. Cum again.” His long fingers spread my pussy lips open like they were flower petals and rubbed my clit like he was trying to stroke the pistil until the pads of his fingers were covered in nectar.

My entire body jerked with an involuntary spasm and Santana cursed against my ear. The stubble from his jaw tickled the side of my face, turning me into a ball of trembles and shivers. Oh god, I never knew I could feel that way.

I never knew my entire body could turn into an antenna set to receive pleasure directly from the stars. White-hot heat licked at every part of me burning every string that held me together.

I unraveled at lightning speed, coming undone like a ball of yarn. Desire spilled from my core soaking the bed beneath me. My own cosmic galaxy, painting the bed and soaking Santana.

“Fuck!” He grunted as his cock swelled inside of me, jerking and flooding me with hot, silky ropes of cum.

“Oh my god, you feel so good.” I pulled him down on top of me and sucked on his lips while we both floated down from our intense orgasms.

“You need to know something, Sammie,” Santana said between kisses to my neck that made me delirious. “I’m possessive as fuck and now that I’ve been inside of you and filled you up with my cum, everything is different.”

“Good,” I said, sliding my arms around his neck. I couldn’t imagine us playing games with each other after what happened between us. Santana may have thought he was possessive but he had no idea how territorial I could be.

I felt it crack open in my chest and tumble down the center of me.

Santana was mine now and I was his.

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