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I let out a breath, sliding my tongue across my lips. His cock was hard and weeping, a slick coat of my juices sliding over his length. My eyes flicked back up to his face, heat crawling up my face. My eyelids prickled with an unexpected wave of emotion, and I let out a slow breath.
“Okay,” I whispered. “I’ll be your Vieja.”
The position was uncomfortable, embarrassing. My body was sated in more ways than one, and his darkening expression was overwhelming. The emotion threatened to pour over, but I held it all back and away. The emotional turmoil was almost too much. The sensations filling every crevice of my whole body, threatening to break me.
It was too much, and yet it wasn’t enough.
I’d given myself to him. Perhaps it was silly to do so on what had been little more than a dare, but it felt right. And seeing the way his lips widened into a triumphant smile made it worth it. And when he pressed a tender kiss to the sensitive part of my ankle, I knew he would give me everything he ever promised.
It was madness. I knew that as innately as I knew my own damn name. But there was something here, and whatever it was, I wanted to explore it.
“I promised you more than three, Viejita,” Miguel said, a smirk on his lips. I smiled right back as he lined himself up against my entrance. He pushed the head against me, wrapping his palms around my ankles for support, right before he plunged inside.
“Yes,” he hissed, pumping in and out, his hips snapping faster and faster. He was wild now, wilder than before. “Scream for me, Viejita,” he whispered the words like a worship, and I couldn’t help but obey. “Scream for me.”
The pleasure surmounted to impossible heights until my overly sensitive body began to freefall.
Down…
Down…
Down…
Miguel cried out as I clenched around him, and I felt the spurt of his warm release inside me. Our bodies shuddered together and he bit the inside of my ankle with blunt teeth. The pain made me whimper, made the aftershocks so much more prominent as they jolted through my bloodstream.
“Miguel…”
He grunted as he moved through the last of his release. Only then did he lower my ankles, wrapping my legs around his waist. Then he gripped me by the waist and hauled me up so he was carrying me.
“Sí, Viejita?”
I grasped at his shoulders with a shuddering breath. “I’m heavy,” I protested.
He snorted. “Whatever bitch ass told you that is a pendejo because you’re perfect. Now shut up. I’m taking you to my bed and I’m gonna fuck you all over again.”
I hid my smile in the crook of his neck and nipped at his skin. “Alright,” I whispered. “I’d like that.”
His palm cracked against my ass. “Of course you do. Now hold on tight, Viejita. Hold on tight.”
Chapter Twenty-eight
Lorena
“I’msorry,nena.”
Miguel’s breath tickled the top of my head. We were tangled up in one another, his legs pinning mine down, gifting me the most pleasurable weight. His arm was wrapped around my waist, palm squeezing my ass gently while I rested my head on the crook of his arm.
Night had fallen, and we were basking in the aftermath of an entire afternoon of sex. My whole soul felt sated. Like I’d been traveling for so long with a parched mouth and a shroud over my eyes. And it wasn’t until Miguel fucked me into oblivion that I’d felt my thirst quench and the darkness pushed away.
It was strange, how you could know someone for such a small amount of time and yet feel like you’d been together in a past life. Instant attraction. Instant lust. Whatever it was called, I knew it lived and breathed between us even now.
“For what?” I whispered, equally quiet.
“I didn’t realize taking you to the clubhouse would make you feel uncomfortable.”
I traced a finger over the tattoos on his bare chest. There was the logo of Los Diablos there, done in dark ink against his brown skin. I traced the angry lines of the skull-like face before I tapped my nail against it.
“You already apologized for that,” I reminded him. “It’s fine. Really.”
