Chapter Forty #6
“More, Papi…” I cry, out of breath and ragged. “Lick my wet pussy until I… c-come.”
“Dios… chiquita mala… you taste so fucking sweet on my tongue, baby.”
He’s a fiend right now, lapping at me over and over. I’m fucking soaked and it feels so good I can no longer keep myself from looking.
Peeking down, past his strewn white strands, I see his sharp jaw moving, his pink lips and pinker tongue, going to town on me, feasting on my male parts the way you’d eat a pussy.
He flutters his tongue again and again beneath my crown and on my sac, and it’s just… fucking core shaking. It’s a visceral reaction I’m having to the way he’s pleasuring me.
Giving me what I need, exactly how I need it.
As if Ari and Angel have merged in this moment. We’re together, with el diablo’s mouth shoving me toward an orgasm.
“I… Diablo,” I whimper, and he mewls a jagged sound himself. “Ivory…”
“Si, pajarito?”
“F-finger me.”
“Dios… eres perfecta.”
I watch him sucking his fingers in between eating me. Our eyes meet and he lifts his hand, giving me his fingers to suck sloppy. Once they’re wet, he brings them down and plays with my hole for way too long. By the time he’s finally sliding one in, I’m about to burst.
“Papi… I’m close…”
“Yea?”
“Uh-huh…”
“You gonna come all over my face, baby girl?”
“Yea… yea yea yes… Wh-where… should I…”
“You let me worry about that, sexy thing. You just focus on coming as hard as you can for El Diablo, si?”
Groans and whimpers and choking sobs are fleeing me uncontrollably. I have never felt anything like this before.
Can’t… breathe…
Gonna…
“Fffuck… fuck fuck, Papi… “
“Estás listo, pajarita?”
“Si…”
“Come hard, baby… I wanna feel your little pussy squeezing my fingers while you gush all that sweet cum out for me.”
There would be no possible way to hold back after that.
“Ohh… I… Ivory, I’m coming so good…” I tell him while my body detonates. “Fuck me…”
“Oh God, yea, that’s it…” He groans on me, devouring my orgasm.
It’s difficult to pry my eyes open but I have to. I need to see what he’s doing.
Fingering me, gently pumping two fingers in and out of my hole while it clenches on him. Licking my head—still not sucking. Licking it, over and over while cum pulses into his mouth.
Of course it spills out onto me, but he licks it all up, sucking and kissing it off, moaning while he does. Like he really loves this.
Like this is… what he’s been needing too.
“God fucking damn…” I sing, tugging at his hair while my body shudders and shakes. “King Daddy Blanco, Jesus… what the fuck.”
Laughing, he’s still licking and suckling cum off of me while chuckling, soft, throaty, and smugly adorable. That wicked tongue still punishing me, for minutes afterward.
I can’t feel my legs.
But he doesn’t stop. He worships me with his mouth and his tongue, kissing all over, everywhere between my thighs. It’s so sensitive, even just his gentle kisses have me jerking and squirming, until eventually more cum throbs out.
“Ah! Fuck, baby…” I whine.
He croons, “Pussy aching, sweet girl?”
Catching my breath, I toy with his hair while he finally stops, releasing a spent exhale. Gazing up at me, satisfied. Our eyes holding one another’s.
Best moment of… life.
Ivory brings me to the bed and lays me down, where I immediately curl up into a ball. When I peek up, I see him standing at the edge, adjusting the massive visible erection pushing against the front of his slacks.
“Wow…” My brow arches as I ogle it. “Big.”
Ivory chuckles, though not the cocky thing you’d expect. He just seems charmed by my appreciation for his large dick.
But he checks his watch, a frown quickly swallowing up the amusement.
“I’m sorry, my love. I have to go,” he sighs, raking fingers through his mussed up white hair.
“Go?” My lashes flutter.
No… Not yet.
He nods solemnly, pouting. “I’m supposed to be meeting with the team right now.”
But I’m supposed to kill you…
And I wanna suck your dick first.
“Well, apparently, he hasn’t gotten the memo,” I rumble, gawking at the outline of his erection because God damn….
He huffs, shaking his head at his hark dick. “What am I supposed to do with this?”
“I can think of a few things,” I sigh dreamily. His eyes meet mine. “Of course you’d have to stay…”
He bites his lip as if he knows he should say no, but he physically can’t turn down head.
They never can.
Ivory runs his fingertip along my bottom lip, and I extend my tongue, lapping at his finger, holding his eyes while I tease him.
“I should really go…” The Ivory mumbles.
But then he stuffs the finger into my mouth until I’m forced to suck.
“But then you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to watch those plush lips stretched wide for me…
That perfect fucking mouth overflowing. For four years, I have been dying to come in your mouth, Angel Alvarez. ”
He tugs his wet fingers out, and I purr, “So sweet.” Teasing, though I’m kinda dying for it too.
“It’s okay, si?” He rambles, petting my face, kissing my lips, then making quick work of unbuckling his belt and opening his pants. “That I call you that? You said you still feel like Angelito…”
I have to chuckle at how much more he’s overthinking this than I ever have.
This is probably why I’m having such a hard time remembering to hate him. He’s not acting evil whatsoever…
“Yes, it’s okay,” I hum, squirming on the bed in delectable agony, gazing up at him with hungry eyes. “No matter what, I’m still Angel.”
Angel just happens to be very confused about which gender he’s supposed to be at any given moment…
Ivory nods, appearing relieved, which makes me feel better too. Because maybe it doesn’t have to be stressful or scary.
I’m distracted from my inner turmoil when he reaches inside his pants, and I have to wrench my lidded gaze open, because I can’t miss this.
It’s my first time actually seeing his dick. I’m biting my lip so hard I’m bleeding.
Fuck me… I’ve been waiting a long damn time to see this dick.
As soon as it’s being pulled out, my toes are curling and my ass is clenching and my mouth is fucking watering, holy fuck…
That is a work of art.
I actually purr out loud. I can’t help it…
Fuck everyone else. That dick is my soulmate.
“Baby’s hungry?” He croons, some mild amusement shimmering his black eyes, likely from how hard I’m lusting after his severely impressive erection. My chest is heaving and I’m whining for it. “My slutty little bird wants to suck on Daddy’s big cock…?”
“Uhh… yes,” I mewl, watching his hand give it a few rough strokes. “Si si si…”
“What do we say, pajarito?” He croons, grabbing me hard on the jaw.
I squeak, “Please. Por favor, Papi… Quiero ese grandísimo.”
He chuckles, giving me a gentle slap on the jaw, leaning over me to bite my bottom lip. “Buen, baby…” He grabs me, gently, by the throat, and I whimper. “Mm por que, mi pajarito malo… Why do you torture me like this?”
“Because it’s fun,” I whisper. He breathes roughly, chest heaving already. “And because you deserve it.”
“That’s very true, beautiful,” he hums, pulling away.
But when I attempt to reposition, he pushes me back with a hand on my chest, then straddles me on the bed. Keeping me on my back while he kneels over me, large, erect cock bobbing above my face.
“I definitely don’t deserve you… but you’re mine, anyway.” He growls, grabbing a fistful of my hair, yanking me toward his giant cock.“Open wide, pajarito…”
Fuck… yes…
I whine as the exposed crown pushes between my lips, eyes rolling back at how silky smooth it is. How hot and hard on my tongue. The way the skin slides between my lips, barely any extra to move up and down because of how swollen hard he is.
“Uhh… yes, baby.” He shudders, lashes fluttering as his head tips back. “Ohh, fuck, my, Angel.”
The way he sounds right now, the way he looks… I can’t stop watching and listening. He looks amazing, dominant and yet still giving up control for me.
And whimpering? Dear God…
The Ivory bows to Angel Alvarez.
“Mmm… suck suck suck.” He’s panting, holding my face and guiding me, feeding me inches that I’m accepting willingly.
More than that; I’m chasing his pleasure. I want it. I want to suck every last drop of cum from this long fucking dick and swallow it all. Just to see…
To see how he tastes, how he stiffens, how his lips quiver. I want to see if I can get his balls shaking. I want to hear him whimpering my name while he reaches the zenith of his pleasure.
I want to see this evil man fall apart. But more importantly, I want to make it happen.
“God, fuck, I’ve had dreams about this, love,” he’s blabbing, and it’s adorable.
“About your warm, wet mouth on my cock, Angelito. About you lapping at the head like a lollipop.” He slips his fingers under my chin, locking our eyes.
“Sucking out pulses… Mmm, si, like that. A little harder… uhhfuuck, that’s it, sweet Angel.
Traga mi leche, carina. Fuck me, what a good little slut you are… ”
“Mmff, Papi,” I breathe the moment he’s out, a line of saliva coming with it. I pump him in my fist, just long enough to catch my breath and tell him, “I’ve always wanted to taste you.”
“Is that true, pretty baby?” He croons to me, touching my jaw gently. I nod. “You wanna drink it?”
“Uh-huh… Please…”
With a growl, he grabs the back of my head and shoves himself back in, deeper, until I gag. “Ummff, precious pajarito… Lo siento, baby, I’ve just… fuck, I’ve always wanted to watch you choking on it.”
Grunting and groaning on him, I’m right back to sucking with fervor. Saliva is dribbling, my eyes watering as I gaze up at him. I can barely hold my lids up, my jaw is numb… and I love it.
“You want me to come for you?” He croons. I nod frantically. “You’ve fantasized about this too… haven’t you?”
No sense in lying to protect my pride when ten rock-solid inches are bruising my tonsils.
Yes… yes yes yes, I’ve been imagining you pushing me onto my knees and force-feeding me your big, evil cock since I was like… maybe too young to even know better.
“That’s good, baby. God, I’m so close… Suck on me”
His words, his praises, sung in that rich, melty tone have me ready to combust.
Abruptly, I yank him down, flipping him so that he’s under me, immediately hoovering him between my lips and gulping him back into my throat.
“Fffuck, Angel…” He stammers, stunned. Enslaved.
He looks like he’s my pet, biting his lip and melting before me.
Grasping his nuts, I knead them with my fingers, massaging and caressing while I bob and chase my reward. He looks too good like this, splayed out for me, flushed and sweat-kissed and disheveled.
When he tenses, I know he’s almost there.
“Dios, baby, I’m… almost…” He sifts his fingers through my hair, wrapping it around his fist. I whine, lashes fluttering, breathing through my nose. “I hope you’re ready for it, sweetheart. ‘Cause I’m not letting you spit.”
I moan on him, and he grins, panting a raspy chuckle that evaporates into a groan, his head tipping back on the bed. “Fuck, Angel… my… Angel,” he whimpers.
His lips shiver, his fingers dig into the bed and yank my hair. And then he shoots me in the back of the throat.
“Uhh, baby… yes… God damn, you sweet fucking thing, I’m coming… in your fucking… mouth.”
Pulses of hot, thick cum coat my tongue and fill my mouth as his balls contract in my hand. I can feel it and it’s fucking awesome. Rubbing on them while I swallow and swallow, I give them a gentle squeeze.
It turns The Ivory into a giant puddle of goo.
Well, shit.
Maybe I didn’t need to kill him at all. Defeating him is as easy as playing with his balls while I suck the cum out of his big cock. Good to know.
I’m still sucking, well after he’s finished, like a baby sucking a pacifier.
In a daze and unable to properly fizzle down, until he pulls his spent dick from between my lips.
Exhaling a long, satisfied breath, paired with a ragged hum.
His dark eyes are locked on mine, shining fascination, and something else I can’t read. Something that makes me feel… uneasy.
But in a good way. Like the adrenaline that comes with fear of the unknown.
Finally, he blinks himself back to the present and checks his Rolex. “Shit. Now I really have to go.”
I feel kind of weird all of a sudden. I’m aching inside because I don’t think I want him to leave, which is just preposterous.
I’m sure that was just so hot, I got an orgasm contact-high.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He rubs my shoulders gently. “Then it’ll be my turn again, and I’ll make you come so hard you can’t remember where you are.”
His lips quirk, and I huff sleepily.
Well, you already made me forget who I am…
Or who I… thought I was. And what I was supposed to be doing.
Swallowing down the reticence, I tease, “Do you remember yet?”
“Doesn’t matter.” He shrugs. “I’m with Angel Alvarez… Everything else is irrelevant.”
With a wink, and a tap of his knuckles on my jaw, he leaves.
And I just sit here, feeling an odd emptiness.
Trying to remember how I used to breathe before…
Because suddenly my every molecule feels so terrifyingly different.