Chapter Forty-One #4
A bitch in heat, waiting to be fucked deep and bred deeper.
Dios… Ay Dios mio, yo quiero…
“You asked for it.” His voice is rough, movements frantic as he pins my wrists above my head with one hand, using the other to open his pants. “Don’t forget that, Angelito… It didn’t need to be this way. I was trying…”
“I know, Diablo.” I writhe and rock, desperate for touch. Greedy for the rough and angry I think on some level I always wanted from him. “I’m so bad…”
“You are bad,” he growls. “Fucking awful… Pajarito muy malo.”
“Mhm.” I’m sweating, swollen and sticky inside my panties as he drags his giant fucking cock all over me.
“You know you’re mine, Angel.” He grinds between my legs. “Feel this dick on your little whore cunt?”
My eyes roll back, aching below my waist, where my skirt has ridden almost all the way up, so bad it hurts. “Uh-huh… si, Papi.”
Jesus, the degradation is just as hot as the praise. I don’t know why, but I love both.
“The only dick that touches you,” he growls over my lips. I nod fast. “Only my big swollen cock pushes into your greedy pussy… Stretches you open and spills deep inside… Entiendes, pajarito?”
Oh God, oh fuck…
“Y-yes… mmfuckyea, I understand. Only you, Diablo.”
“Más…”
“Only hungry for you… Only wet for you,” I shiver while he groans, hips rippling into me. “I take only your giant evil cock in my hungry little pussy because you own it and it’s starving, Daddy.”
“Fuck me… You’re mine?” He purrs into my mouth, and God, fuck, that tone alone… Dripping wet sex for my ears.
I nearly come on the spot.
I nod, but that’s not enough anymore. He needs to hear it.
And as foolish as I am for even speaking the words, I give him what he wants on a bated breath, “I’m yours, Ivory.”
But the wildest part is that he’s falling apart as he whispers, “Dios, baby…”
Then he kisses me, and I’m tumbling into the pits of Hell with him.
Deep and raw, but sensual. So damn erotic, I’m quivering head to toe. I can’t even fathom why the kissing feels more like primal sex than anything else, but it does. He’s owning me with his mouth, lips, tongue, teeth.
Sliding his tongue over my lower lip, he feeds it to me. We groan in unison, grinding our flushed bodies together as hard as possible, like we’re trying to start a fire.
Maybe that’s exactly what we’re doing.
Burning it all down.
I can’t believe I’m going to let the man who killed my parents fuck me. But the wrong of it just makes it that much hotter.
There’s no denying it… I am fully desperate for him to fuck me senseless.
Somehow he’s no longer holding my hands down, and we’ve ended up pawing at one another. Mine are on his chest, attempting to control my twitchy fingers enough to unbutton his shirt fully, while he cups my jaw, holding me in place to kiss me into a stupor.
“I knew you’d come back,” he rambles breathlessly, dropping his hand between us gently.
I groan when he touches me, resisting the urge to close my legs, despite how good it feels. But because he’s him, and he knows… He doesn’t fist or stroke.
He just sort of drags his fingers up and down over me in tender motions. Until I’m buzzing and pulsing with arousal.
“I knew you couldn’t stop yourself from wanting it,” he purrs. “Just like I do. You’re like me, baby bird. Wicked and obsessive. That’s why I know you’re meant to be mine.” He drags his hot mouth over to my ear and whispers, “Siempre.”
I’m hazy, heart racing even faster. Because I can’t tell if he just means the sex… If he wants to have me to say he conquered the last piece of the Alvarez family.
Or if he really means… Forever.
“I never want to be away from you, sweet love,” he goes on, mumbling breathy words while he rubs between my legs.
“Tu sabes? If I could, I would always be right here, between your legs. Touching you…” He sucks my earlobe, and I whimper.
“Kissing you. Making you purr like my precious pet. But I had to… go.” His voice trails a bit and he whispers, “Fuck. Pajarito, I don’t know who I am when I’m with you. It doesn’t make any sense…”
He pulls back, deliriously impatient, shoving his pants down his thighs. I have to gulp. Seeing him like this, knelt between my thighs. Huge dick, heavy and bobbing. I’ll never get over it…
So so big.
That’ll break a girl in.
Reaching for it, I curl my fingers around the shaft, stroking slowly. Our eyes connect, and he looks just like he did the other day. Wilder, even. Pupils blown out, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and parted as he gasps, blinking slowly.
“Dios, baby… you own me.” He bites his lip, and I bite mine.
“Own me, Diablo.”
“I do.” He drags his fingers over me once more. “You’re so wet, baby girl. Soaking through your little panties…”
Lashes fluttering, I mewl. “Fuck, I love how you touch me…”
“Do you? Love it, pajarito?”
I nod. “Uh-huh.”
“Is that why you torture me?” He growls. My eyes creep open as his head cocks. “Is that why you push me…? Because you want Daddy to punish you?”
I swallow hard, overwhelmed by the vicious desire in his coal irises.
Still, there’s no denying the answer. “Si, Papi.”
He moves away even further. “Chicita mala… Dime cómo lo quieres.”
Gazing up at him, I taunt, “Make it hurt, Ivory.”
I swear, I see a ghost of a smirk pass over his puffy lips. But he flips me over before I can even react to it.
On my stomach, I’m quaking, peeking at him over my shoulder. He shoves my skirt up around my waist, marveling at my ass in the thong. Running his thumb over his bottom lip while he covets, the most primordial look of lust I’ve ever seen on someone’s face. It sends a rippling thrill through me.
“Look at you…” He mumbles, cupping my ass in two handfuls. I squeak, and he grins wickedly. “In your pretty panties, waiting for Daddy to come home and fuck his sweet girl like she needs it, yea?”
“Ohhfuck… yes.”
He smacks my ass, hard. I yelp, and he chuckles. “Good girl.”
Moving away, he reaches for the nightstand by the bed, opening the drawer. He pulls out a bottle, opens it and squirts something onto his fingers. I wouldn’t need to have already looked inside that drawer to know its lube. But of course I did, and I know it is.
I mean, we knew there’d be lube in there, right? What else are nightstands in the bedrooms of your prisoners for?
Ivory strokes lube onto his many inches, sliding the material of my thong aside and stuffing wet fingers between my cheeks. I gasp, and he hums, swirling them on my hole.
“Let’s feel how warm and tight that little pussy is for Diablo,” he croons, stuffing one finger in.
“Unnghh,” the noise flees my shivering lips.
He shivers himself, leaning over my back. “Very fucking tight.”
“And.. w-warm?” I arch up to him.
He presses another finger inside, and I whine out loud. “Oh yea, sweet girl. Hot hot hot, fuego. You’re gonna set my dick on fire, if you don’t choke it to death first.”
“Ffuck m-me,” I gasp, head spinning already, and it’s only fingers, pumping in and out way too slowly.
“Baby’s greedy for this dick, huh?” He stuffs a third finger inside.
I’m so dizzy, I could pass out. But I don’t want to…
God, this already feels amazing.
“Uhh, Ivory,” I pant, eyes rolling back when he touches it. “Oh oh… oh God, that’s—”
“Shh.” He pulls the fingers out. I whine, shooting a lidded glare at him over my shoulder. He grins. El Diablo… “None of that from fingers, chiquita mala. That’s my cock’s job.”
Dropping my face into the bed, I mewl, lifting my hips. He chuckles again, and then I feel something smooth and fat pressing between my cheeks. Immediately nudging.
“Open up, baby,” he commands. “Diablo wants inside this tight pussy.”
“God, fuck me. Te quiero…”
“My sweet, needy cunt,” he hums, pushing. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he yanks my head back, forcing me to look up at him. “Relax, baby. Let me in so I can fuck you like you want it.”
Back arched, I focus on relaxing everything below my waist. It’s easy enough because I am, in fact, a needy slut who’s desperate for this evil man to fuck me silly. But he’s so big, it still takes several generous moments of pushing, and another squirt of lube.
“God damn, pajarito, I’m gonna have to really try…” His words fade into a ragged groan as it finally makes its way inside. “Mmff, not to—fuck—come too fast.”
“Jesus…” I choke, my body stretching wide to fit him.
“Nngghh, baby girl… ffuuuckyea, that’s a perfect pussy, carino…”
His rambling dissolves into a symphony of groans from us both as his dick finally breaks through. Instantly, my eyes roll back in my skull, and I sob. He catches it with his mouth, sucking my bottom lip, biting it hard while he burrows in another inch.
I’m burning alive.
“Unnghh!” My hips shake, and I can feel myself leaking all over the bed.
“Ohh, Angel,” he purrs my name into my mouth, shuddering. I nearly come just from that. Hard, hot body blanketing mine while he surges deeper… and deeper. “Angelito, baby… God, you’re perfect. Take this big cock, love.”
“Fuck… me.” I sound like an idiot, but it’s all I can say.
I have no control over what’s leaving my mouth. I’m too busy being fed inch after inch of dick, breathing through the intense pain and visceral pleasure, until he makes it all the way in, and I feel his warm skin on my butt.
“That’s it, sweet thing. Mmm… Daddy’s all the way in. You feel it?”
“Uhh-huh.”
“You’re so full, aren’t you, baby girl?” I nod frantically. “You feel good?”
“Me encanta…” I mewl. “Dios… Papi, I’m… I… guhh!”
He chuckles, breathless and hoarse. “And I haven’t even fucked your brains out yet…”
A moaning growl leaves me, and I lick his bottom lip, biting it like plush candy.
He whimpers. He fucking whimpers…
Dear God. I’m obsessed with this man.
This is so bad.
But it fills me with a swell of confidence. Because he’s obsessed too.
“You’ve always wanted to fuck this pussy, huh, Papi?” I whisper onto his hot mouth, licking then sucking his lower lip again.