Chapter Forty-One #5
“Fuck yes, baby Angel.” He draws his hips back, pulling a rough gasp out of me. Then he slams back in and I cry. “I’ve been craving this for years, preciosa. So so long, I’ve wanted only to fuck you, Angelito. Just you, love.”
“M-me… too,” I whimper.
Saying things I should not be saying… But I can’t help it.
Now that it’s happening, I can admit that he was the first person I ever thought about having sex with. I’ve wanted it for so long.
It’s true. And I can deal with how much I hate that later, when he’s not curling my toes.
Just gotta make sure I don’t tell him that by accident. It would totally send the wrong message.
Fortunately, he’s focused on developing a rhythm of strokes within my body, growling and grunting while he pumps his hips against me, fucking me deeper and harder with every smack smack smack of his hips against mine.
“Uhh baby, take it,” he breathes, grabbing me by the waist and dragging me to my knees. “Take this big cock.”
“Oh… ohhfuck, Diablo. Fuck it… Fuck my pussy.”
“I love this wet pussy, baby. You’re gushing for me, love. Leaking everywhere for Daddy?”
“Mmmyesss.”
He reaches around to run his fingers over the front of my panties, and I throb at his touch, pulsing out even more sticky arousal.
“Mmm lemme taste it, chica mala.”
He stuffs his fingers inside my panties and rubs my head while thrusting into me from behind, jamming his cock into my spot over and over. I jerk and pulse more, onto his fingers. Taking them away, he stuffs them into his mouth. I whine, and he groans.
“You are so delicious, sweet girl,” he croons, voice uneven with how hard he’s fucking into me.
“I could lick up that sugar all day every day.” He grabs my face and kisses me, feeding his tongue between my lips.
“I wanna lick your pussy again, baby. Can I lick you when I’m done?
Suck my cum out of your hot little hole when it’s all used up and slippery? ”
“Uhhhfuckohmygod,” I cry into his mouth. “Diablo… Ivory… I’m…”
“Getting close, my baby?”
I nod, body winding up fast. Faster than I thought it would. Although, I should have known. I’ve been secretly craving this fuck for years.
“Me too, sexy thing,” he purrs. “Such a needy puta… wet cunt stroking Daddy’s big cock… gonna suck the cum out.”
“Si… por favor…”
“God, Angelito, I’ve never fucked a cunt as sweet as yours… Baby, no one feels like you do. The best fuck of my life, pajarito.”
Our synchronized breaths and grunts frame his praising words, the slapping of his skin against mine, the wet stroking, all noises guiding me closer. His hands are all over me, gripping my chest from behind. He yanks my top down and palms my chest, flicking his thumb over my nipple piercing.
Biting my neck, sucking my flesh, his hand covers mine, bringing it below my waist. He guides my fingers under my crown, showing me how to touch like he does.
“Rub your clit, baby,” he whispers in my ear. “Like this… Feel how wet it is? So slippery while I’m fucking you.”
“D-deeper…”
“Want me deeper?” He grunts, slamming in and pulling out. “Harder? Who fucks you right, baby love?”
“Y-you do,” I weep. “You, Diablo. You’re the only… one, fuck, I’m gonna come.”
“Come for me, Angel. Let me feel you…”
The world spins and topples, in a bed of roaring flames. Surrounded by flowers and birds and brass, I come apart for el diablo.
Coming coming coming on his big, evil, perfectly masterful dick. It brushes that sensitive spot, over and over, and it’s almost too much. But it’s amazing, and I’m crumbling, crying.
Sobbing into his mouth. “Ohh… fffuck, Ivory… Papi, God, I’m coming so… so hard.”
“Yea? Coming on my cock…”
“Coming… on… your… cock…”
“That’s it, sweet Angel. Come on me. Come all over me… Yes, baby, give it to me.”
This feels detrimental. Because I’m alive. For maybe the first time ever, I’m awake and alive and so fucking high.
And here I thought the last orgasm was the best pleasure of my life… Clearly he’s going to keep topping it.
I can’t wait to see what he does next.
Jesus, I’m already addicted. This is so so bad…
And so good, I’m in an immediate coma.
Ivory chuckles, breathy and growly. “I fucked you into jelly, baby bird?”
“Mmm… fuck me.” It’s all I can say, squeezing his hand tighter when he tries to pull it away. Keeping it on me, curling his fingers around my shape inside my panties. Soaking wet, and still hard.
“You like it, my Angel?” He whispers, his thrusts slowing, shallowing.
The way his hips are rippling into me from behind feel like he’s soothing the ache inside me with this long, hard piece of himself. Like it was made for me.
“My… Ivory,” I whimper sleepily, completely unaware of what I’m saying as I move his hand down to my balls, using it to squeeze. I shudder. “Uhh, Daddy, so good…”
“You are… perfect,” his voice quivers as he licks and sucks my flesh everywhere he can reach. “I’m gonna come in you, Angelito. Because you’re mine.”
“Mhm… I am… yours to come in,” I ramble, pushing my hips back, meeting his thrusts.
“I feel you growing again,” he whispers, and I cry, eyes squeezed shut tight.
This pleasure is too much. Too intense.
I have tears spilling down my cheeks.
“Shh… Sweet baby, I will take care of you, okay? I will make you feel so good, siempre, mi amor. You… are mine, Angel Alvarez.”
“Uh-huh,” I whine. “Y-you’re… mine, Ivory… si?”
He nods fast, whimpering. Pumping, stuffing his hand inside my panties to fist and stroke me. And it feels right. It feels perfect.
He does.
“I’m all yours, Angelito. Baby, I’m gonna come in your pussy…”
“Come deep in me, baby.”
“I wanna breed it so deep…”
“Spill it in my pussy… Manuel Blanco.”
“Mmmfffuck, what the fuck holy shit, I’m coming…” He groans, and I can feel it.
I feel him swell, and burst.
“Shoot it in deep, Diablo,” I gasp, bearing his weight as he goes still, stuffed all the way up in my body while his cock pulses, soaking and filling me.
He’s shaking, convulsing on top of me, a death grip on my dick while he buries his face in the nape of my neck.
“God damn… God fucking… Dios, Angel, take me, baby… you’re… todo.”
He’s still bucking into me, and my heart is racing so loudly in my ears that I can’t really tell if we’re being loud, though I’m sure we are. Between my own heavy panting and Diablo’s sexy fucking moans and growls, I’m oblivious.
That is until I see someone in my peripheral.
Oh, damn…
But it’s too late.
“Sir—Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” Kent grunts, turning away fast when he locates his boss.
In a giant birdcage, fucking the mystery girl from behind.
“It’s fine. I’m… done,” Ivory croaks, then sighs sleepily petting my face. “You’re too good to be true, pajarito.”
I’m sure I’ve never been redder, but it doesn’t much matter when the man I’ve hated my whole life is looking at me like I’m a fucking revelation.
Kent, on the other hand, looks mortified, which is crazy since he never shows a lick of emotion.
“You done coming on my cock, beautiful baby?” Ivory purrs, dazed and awestruck, kissing my neck.
I nod, and he pulls out slowly, not moving at the pace of someone who’s in a rush whatsoever, nor is he making any obvious attempts to hide what we were doing.
He’s just kissing me softly, over and over, sort of rubbing his wet, softening dick on my ass while his cum leaks out of me all over the bed.
“You feel pregnant?” He chuckles, wide smile also not stopping him from kissing.
I can’t help but laugh in outrage. “Wow…”
“I know. I’m incorrigible,” he croons like the cocky king of the world he is.
A throat clears. “Uh, sir… Not to interrupt, but there is an urgent matter that requires your immediate… attention.”
“Mmm,” he hums on my lips, ignoring Kent. Pulling back, he exhales steadily. “No one has ever made me come like you do, baby bird.” His boyish grin is so adorable, I’m beaming like a corny loser. “You are sheer delicious perfection.”
“What can I say?” I purr, sitting up with him, touching his chest because I physically can’t stop, disguising it like I’m buttoning his shirt for him. “That huge cock really knows how to hit it just ri—”
My words cut out as my eyes widen and dart to Kent, having totally forgotten he was there for a second. The Ivory laughs while my face burns and I bite my lip.
Wow, I sound like such a cockslut…
“You know… I don’t want to leave. Right?” He peers down at me, showing me his swollen pout, snow-white hair all tousled about. He looks young like this. “You have to know that, Angel.”
Gulping, I nod slowly. “I know.”
I think I do… I believe him. That might make me stupid. In fact, I’m sure it does, but I can’t deny that he looks… different right now. But familiar.
I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it’s like he’s a different Ivory right now. Not the one who was holding back, but also not the angry antagonist either.
Right now, with blush in his face, messy hair and hooded charcoal gaze watching me in awe, treasuring touch he’s disguising as helping me fix my clothes, he’s not the man I’ve dreamt of killing since I was a child.
He’s the man I’ve been crushing on since… maybe around the same time.
My Diablo. The first guy I’ve ever wanted to have sex with as just me; the real me.
But now that he has to up and leave, I’m sort of just squirming around in place, pressing my legs together to hide my visible situation from Kent. I can feel him staring at me, but I refuse to look.
I mean, whatever. He knows I was Ari, and he knows I’m also Angel. I just don’t feel like seeing what kind of look that warrants on him.
The only person whose opinion matters is the one whose cum is dripping out of me. And he’s peeking at me, put back together but still disheveled. Smiling.
He’s smiling at me.
Ivory scrambles to his feet, fixing himself up quickly because Kent is tapping his damn foot like the place is on fire. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised at the rate this island is going.
Once he’s all put back together, Ivory sighs, grasping my chin. “I have to go see what the problem is. But I will be back, si? I promise.”
I nod, swallowing, insecurities hitting me hard right now. It could be because while he’s pressing gentle kisses on my lips like I’m something to be cherished, he’s still leaving me locked in a cell.
Not that I thought the sex would prompt him to just set me free, but still. It feels weird. To have hooked up with a Warden…
This man in a position of power who literally holds the key to my freedom.
Now I know how the inmates in the Pen feel.
“Pajarito,” he hums, softly commanding.
I gulp again. “Hm?”
His gaze narrows while I fight not to fidget. I totally feel like he can read my thoughts right now, and I really don’t want him to.
“How about we make a deal?” He hums over my lips, holding me in place by my jaw.
“Come on a date with me.” My lashes flutter up at him, and he grins.
“Here in the mansion. We’ll have to stay upstairs, because of everything going on.
But I would like you to come… to my room.
” He clears his throat. “To my floor. With me.”
I feel like I’m floating away. “Really?”
He nods animatedly. “We can have dinner. Maybe watch a movie…”
He frowns, like he can’t believe he’s actually saying these words. I can’t help the deranged giggle it pulls out of me.
Oh my God, he’s so cute.
This is terrible.
“The Ivory wants to have dinner and a movie with me?” I bite my lip.
He makes this petulant little face. But then his throat dips and he nods. “Yes, please.”
The way he’s visibly nervous asking me out feels like maybe he doesn’t do this often. Or ever. It’s the cutest, sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
So I nod.
And he lights right up. “Yea?”
“Sure,” I whisper. “I will go on a date with you, Manuel Blanco.”
His face looks like it might break in half, but he’s clearly trying to downplay it as he grumbles, “Good.”
“Good.” I scrunch my face into a mocking scowl, to which he laughs.
“That’s enough out of you, pajarito.” He presses one more kiss on my lips. “I’ll… see you tomorrow night then?”
I nod again. “I’ll need you to pick me up.”
He gives me a scolding look, and I chuckle again, biting my lip as he winks and turns to follow a visibly impatient Kent.
“Okay, well… bye,” I chirp.
“Fuck me… Dios,” he breathes, stomping back to the bed to kiss my lips four more times. “I promise I’ll be thinking about you, baby… All night.”
“Mhm…” I mewl. I’m dizzy and my brain feels like it’s made of cotton candy and rainbows.
“Until I see you again,” he whispers. “For our date.”
I purse down my grin, forcing a roll of my eyes that makes him laugh.
“You already agreed! There’s no going back now, beautiful Angel.” He’s literally about to walk into the bars.
“Diablo… Jesus,” I chuckle, shaking my head.
For as high as I’m feeling, the dude seems even more smitten, and it’s worrying…
I think I’m seeing the reason for the cage now.
“Sir, we really have to go,” Kent barks.
“Let the place fucking burn,” he mutters as they leave, closing and locking the door behind him. He casts me one last look, crooning, “Buenos noches, Angelito. Suena de mio.”
Dream of me…