“Your face is so pretty,” I breathe heavily, utterly aroused and writhing with desire. “I want to ride it, cum on it, then lick myself off it.”
His eyes flash, and in the next second, he’s on his back and hauling me astride his face, his mouth on my pussy.
“Ohhh yes….” I mewl as his tongue laps at me.
So I can see his beautiful face as he eats me out, I lift my nightgown up and off. Then rock my hips and ride his face, crying out his name when he sucks hard on my clit. And, because I’ve wanted his mouth on me since the moment I saw him tonight, it takes nothing for my orgasm to barrel forward. Thighs trembling, I grip his head and rock faster as his tongue beats against my clit. Until I’m locked tight, as my orgasm shreds me to pieces.
While I’m still in the throes, True aggressively throws me off him, flips me onto my stomach, grips my hips and pulls me up to my knees, then pins down my torso with one hand so my ass is high in the air.
He slams into me. Hard. Punitive. And I rock my ass back at him, asking for more. There’s no hesitation, he fucks me like only he can. Reaching depth and sweet spots that only he ever has. And in this position he’s locked me into, all I can do is take it.
With a pleasure-filled growl, he slaps my ass as he pounds me. And I beg for more, and more, and more. Until he flips me over, bends my legs and press them to my chest, then plunges into me again.
“How can you want to take this pussy away from me, London?” he grunts out. “You tryna fucking kill me?”
“Enjoy it while you still have it…”
An animalistic growl leaves him right before he wraps his fingers around my throat. “You’re a fucking Jezebel, you know that?”
And you’re the love of my life. “Harder.”
“She’s unbelievable,” he mutters to himself, but obliges. Hitting me so deep, so perfectly, so skillfully, that my consciousness smashes to smithereens as another orgasm soars through me with jagged wings, ripping me to shreds.
“Ahgh, Mateo… you fuck me so good. Oh god. Ohgod!Ohhhhgghn…”
Despite being barely conscious as I ride the wild wave of my orgasm, I feel every deep, penetrating thrust as True relentlessly drives into me over and over.
When his fingers tighten around my neck, pinning me to the mattress, and he begins pounding me like he’s trying to bore a hole into the damn floor, I know he’s about to come.
Not wanting to miss a moment of it, I descend from my high and open my eyes. “Fill me up, Mateo. Give me every drop,” I stoke. “My pussy is yours. Every bit of it is yours.”
Telling him my pussy belongs to him always does it for him. Sends him wild. He throws his head back with a deep groan and falls over the edge, finding his release.
Watching him come is always the highlight for me. Flared nostrils, drooped lids, lips parted, strangled sounds, veins prominent in his neck.
Beautiful. So damn beautiful.
As his fingers loosen around my neck, I turn my head and scrape my teeth along the flesh of his wrist. I’m so obsessed with this man.
Back to earth, he collapses half on, half off me, his face in my neck. “How do you expect me to let you go, London?”
Don’t. Just let me have you. Commit to me. Be mine.
I love you.
“One week,” I breathe out.
“Or maybe I’ll just chain you to the bed.”
“Too bad all you’ve got is a mattress.”
Shoulders shaking, he chuckles into my neck, then bites my flesh. “Gonna make it my mission to ruin you for every other man.”
You already have.
There’ll never be another True Garza.
CHAPTER Twenty-Eight
