Diego growls and pulls out of me, flipping me on my stomach and pulling my hips back. He squeezes and massages my ass cheeks before pulling them apart and stroking his cock up and down my slit, from my clit all the way to my back entrance. I shudder at the thought of him taking me there. I should be scandalized, right? But instead, I’m absolutely dripping at the thought. As if reading my mind, Diego leans over me, his muscled chest covering my back, and kisses between my shoulder blades.
“Not today, beautiful. But soon, I’m going to have every inch of you.”
I whimper and nod my head, suddenly feeling empty without him filling me up in some way. “I need you, Diego,” I beg, not even caring if that makes me wanton or weak or slutty. I’ll be slutty for him any time.
“Need you too,” he grunts, slapping my ass once and then thrusting all the way inside of me.
“Diego!” I yell, gasping for air and digging my fingers into the mattress. “Oh god, you’re so deep, so deep…”
I trail off, unable to complete the thought as Diego pistons in and out of me, hitting that special spot with each powerful stroke of his fat cock. I press my body back into him, increasing the friction and causing us both to moan.
He massages my ass, then trails his fingers between my cheeks until he finds the tight ring of muscle and starts massaging me there. Both holes clench up in pleasure and anticipation. I press against the tip of his finger, urging him to continue. Diego grunts and slides his finger inside my most forbidden place, making me jump and gasp at the intense jolt of liquid bliss flooding my system.
“Jesus,” he snarls as he fills me up with his finger and cock. “Fucking hell. So damn hot. Gonna fuck you here, soon, baby. I promise. Gotta stretch you out first.”
I nod and whimper when he adds a second finger, my body stuffed full of everything he’s offering. He eventually withdraws his fingers and slides his arm under my hips to keep me in place while he fucks me savagely. His other hand skims up my back, the soft feeling of his fingertips tickling up my spine intensified by the hard pounding he’s giving me.
His fingers twist in my hair, pulling my head to the side so he can lean down and kiss me. His abs flex and tense against my lower back as Diego stuffs me full of his dick and tongue at the same time.
I bite his lip, and he snarls into my mouth, making me even wetter for him.
“I want to feel you come like this,” he says in a gravelly whisper before kissing the spot between my neck and shoulder.
Before I can respond, Diego pinches my clit and bites my shoulder, making my pussy snap almost painfully tight around him.
“God fucking damn, I love feeling you come all over my cock. You’re incredible, too fucking incredible.”
I think he’s going to come, too, but instead, he pulls out and flips me back over, entering me again in one swift motion.
“Diego!” I scream, coming again, or maybe still. I claw at his back as my body jerks, every movement sparking a deep, insatiable need.
“Camden,” he grunts, holding himself up by one hand beside my head. His other hand grips my hip and steadies my trembling body as he buries his massive dick inside of me again and again, tearing me apart ruthlessly in the best way possible.
Each stroke winds me up, up, up, my pleasure mounting into an almost unbearable orgasm. Everything goes white as my climax ravishes me from the inside out. My back bows, pressing my tits up against Diego’s hard muscles. Then I curl up in his arms and bury my head in his chest right as he roars his own release.
His arms give out, and Diego collapses on top of me, his large, warm body blanketing mine and keeping me sheltered from the storm of emotions and sensations rushing through my body. He tries to roll away, but I cling to him, needing his skin on my skin just a little bit longer.
“I don’t want to crush you, beautiful,” he chuckles into the side of my neck before kissing me there.
Diego rolls to the side, but keeps me in his arms, pressing me close to his body. My eyes are closed, and I’m still shaking from my multiple orgasms, but Diego slowly calms me down with the gentle touch of his fingertips swirling over my skin.
When I open my eyes, I’m floored by the look of awe in his deep blue eyes.
“That was… Jesus, Camden, that was amazing.”
I nod and grin at him, giggling when he kisses all over my face. He tucks my hair behind my ear and presses his lips to mine, just savoring our closeness.
“Are you okay?” he asks after a few moments. “I wasn’t gentle. God, I ripped you apart. Did I hurt–”
I cut off his worries by covering his mouth with my hand. His eyes widen with shock, and I know this is the first time anyone has ever silenced him. I grin at the look on his face. “You were perfect,” I tell him. “I don’t know how my first time could have been any better.”
“Thank fuck,” he mumbles from behind my hand. He kisses my palm, and I drop my hand from his face.
We stay like that for a while, on our sides, facing one another. Diego runs his hand up and down my curves, tracing my outline, drawing me into being, giving me shape and purpose and meaning.
My eyelids grow heavy the more I relax, and Diego rolls onto his back so I can curl up against him. Just like last night, I rest my head over his heart, letting the steady rhythm lull me to sleep.
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