Packing Heat(30)

His fingers slipped deep inside me, and I let out a low, deep moan. He grinned and kissed my neck as his fingers fucked me.

“I think what you’re thinking about,” he said softly. “I know you’re thinking about my proposition.”

“We can’t,” I said, and then moaned as his fingers slid in and out of me.

“Maybe not. I won’t force you to do anything. But I am going to make you take this cock, and I’ll have you begging for more.”

“Rafa,” I gasped. “Please.”

“Exactly.” He pulled his fingers back and let my arms drop. He quickly pulled my shirt off and unhooked my bra, tossing my clothes aside. He kissed my chest and felt my breasts, teasing my nipples with his tongue.

He dropped to his knees and unbuttoned my shorts. I bit my lip as he pulled them off and then slid my panties down my skin, sending tingles running all over my body.

He looked up at me with those incredible, gorgeous eyes, a cocky and hungry expression on his face.

“Beg me,” he said.

“For what?”

He fingers pressed inside me, and I spread my legs wider. I grabbed his hair and moaned.

“Beg me to suck this clit until you can’t stand it anymore.”

“Rafa,” I gasped. He was so dirty, but I couldn’t act like I didn’t love it.

“Beg me to lick this little pussy, you dirty fucking girl.” His fingers worked me.

“Please, Rafa,” I moaned. “Oh my god, please. I want to feel your tongue on me.”

“Where?”

“Don’t make me say it.”

“Tell me where.”

“My pussy. Please, lick my pussy.”

And then he pressed his lips against my clit and began to work me. His fingers stayed deep inside me, and I spread my legs even wider as his free hand supported my ass. His tongue and teeth and lips worked my click, sucking and licking as his fingers kept fucking me, and it was all I could do to stay on my feet as I grabbed his hair and pressed him against me.

“Rafa,” I moaned as he worked me, his tongue amazing against my swollen and aching clit. I couldn’t believe how badly I needed it, but now that I had his mouth between my legs, I realized that I was going to burst. I’d been dreaming about him, thinking about his body day after day since we met, despite all the fear and the confusion.

I moved my hips in time with his mouth, and he worked me, his fingers deep inside me. I could feel that I was getting close, so close to coming in his perfect mouth.

But he pulled back and stood up. He kissed me, and I quickly pulled his jacket off and then unbuttoned his shirt, wanting to see his muscular body so badly. I felt his chest and abs, tracing the inky lines of tattoos along his torso. I quickly unbuttoned his pants and pulled his belt off.

He let his pants drop to the ground, and then he dragged me over toward the couch, kissing me the whole time. His body was incredible in nothing but a white button-down shirt open at the front and black boxer briefs. When we got close to the couch, I pushed him down and then knelt in front of him.

He smirked as I slowly pulled down his boxer briefs. “Ah fuck,” he said as I took his thick cock in my hand. I bit my lip, staring at his thick, large cock, and slowly began to stroke him. He took a handful of my hair.

“You’re a dirty fucking girl for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I said.

“And you want to suck this cock nice and hard.”

“Please.”

He slowly pressed me down, and I took his cock between my lips. I groaned as I began to suck him, and he grunted his pleasure. I loved sucking his thick cock, loved the way he groaned as I tried to take as much of him into my mouth as I could.

He pressed me down, pushing his cock into my throat. I began to suck him faster, jerking off his shaft, working him with my lips and tongue.

“Suck that big dick, you dirty girl,” he said. “I want to see that cock disappear between your pretty lips.”

I groaned as I worked him faster, sucking him harder. I wanted to make him feel how I felt, wanted his cock to be as hard as it possibly could.

He groaned and then pulled me back, kissing me hard. He stood and pushed me aside before quickly walking over to his pants. He fished something out and walked back over to me, pulling me to my feet.

He pushed me down onto the couch, turning me so that I was kneeling. I heard him rip open a condom and roll it down his cock as he spread my legs nice and wide.

My pussy was exposed and dripping wet. I looked over my shoulder as he knelt down behind me and began to lick my pussy from behind. I moaned, so shocked. He was so dirty, but it felt incredible.

He stepped back and took my hips. I stared over my shoulder at him, and he leaned forward, the tip of his cock pressed against me.