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I pulled aside her panties with a single finger, baring her pussy for my gaze. I’d only touched it before, back at the club house. Seeing it was a whole new awakening. Her caramel-colored curls were perfectly groomed, glistening wet with her desire.
I leaned forward once again, this time with no preamble as I took one of her folds into my mouth, sucking hard, nipping with my teeth. I yanked the panties taut, reddening her freckled skin in the process, to get a better angle at the second fold. I alternated between the two, her taste an explosion on my tongue. One that I swallowed deep.
Her hips thrust against me, begging until she could hold back her cries no longer.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Miguel, please!” She sought my tongue, my mouth, against her clit.
I slid my tongue against that spot, grazing it softly, causing her to cry out right before I pulled away. Itsked at her sound of protest.
“Ay, nena,” I whispered. “I’m the one who’s supposed to be begging you.”
“Then beg me,” she ordered. “Beg me with your tongue. Show me just how badly you want me to be your Old Lady. And if you can make me cum more than three times, I might consider it.”
Oh, fuck.
My dick tightened, pulsing and jerking against my jeans at her words.
Only three times? Mierda, I’d do her one better and make her cum a dozen. She was my woman, after all, and it was my job to take care of her.
“I don’t know what bitch ass boys you’ve been with before me,” I said with a smirk, “but three times is a piece of fucking cake.” I licked a stripe up her pussy, stopping against her clit. She cried out, jerking against my mouth. “I promise I’ll give you that and so much more.”
Chapter Twenty-seven
Lorena
IhadafeelingI was going to regret my words as soon as I said them. Either that, or I really was going to see the stars that Miguel promised I would, and I wasn’t necessarily sure if that was a bad thing or not.
The look in his eyes as I issued the challenge was a frightening thing to behold. The way his gaze darkened, the smirk that twisted his mouth, and the confident words right after that shot straight through to my core.
He talked a big game, but I had a feeling Miguel, unlike others, could back it up with actions.
That frightened me.
Because it meant that by the end of this, he would leave me boneless, mindless, and completely and utterly his.
My heart beat fast in my chest, my entire body tensing, just before Miguel dove down between my legs. The bite of my panties against my skin was an almost painful cut of circulation that didn’t ease. That sensation was offset the moment Miguel put his tongue in between my folds and licked a line up. He sucked and licked and devoured. There was a finesse to his method. First, he slid his tongue over me, lapping up the embarrassing coat of juices right before the blunt tip of his finger plunged into me.
I wasn’t sure if I screamed or not.
My body was on fire from his teasing, electric shocks threatening my sanity just beneath the surface of my skin. He filled me up slowly at first. One finger, then a second to join the first, all the while his tongue caressed my clit in slow flicks.
I mewled, jerking against him, wanting it harder, wanting more friction, wanting to topple over the edge of bliss.
But Miguel pulled away and, with a snap, my panties fell back into place against me.
“Stop begging,” he whispered, his smirk as devilish as the Diablo on his cut. “That’smyjob.”
I frowned at him, already feeling out of breath. A sheen of sweat dotted my temples and forehead and my whole body felt wound tight.
His hands grasped me at my waist, tugging at the band of my panties before he slid them over the length of my legs. He tore them off with impatience, though he gave a slow perusal of my body as he did so. Finally, he pressed his hands against my hips in a fragment of a touch I was desperate for. He pushed me down against the cushions of his couch.
We stared, gazes enraptured in one another so intently that I didn’t notice his hand moving until his fingers slipped between my folds. I inhaled in surprise, holding the breath in my lungs.
His eyes shone with a wickedness I didn’t usually see on him.
His finger traced the seam of my pussy lips, teasing the wetness just before pushing inside.
“Please,” he whispered.
