36. Homewrecker
homewrecker
Deirdre
W e’re a tangle of limbs and tongues as we stumble into the house. Our hands roam each other in a race against time, though we finally have plenty.
I’ve never been more desperate to be touched. I kick off my shoes, and he does the same. Even while excited, he still remembers to respect my home.
He’ll be rewarded for that.
He breaks our kiss abruptly and takes off for the kitchen in a hurry.
“I ruined your date, I can’t ruin dinner, too,” he says.
And just like that, I’m a puddle, observing him navigate my kitchen comfortably as if he’s always lived here. He carefully removes the dish from the oven and is back to me in no time.
“I made pernil y arroz con gandules . Now, where were we?” he asks, and before I can respond, my back is against the wall as he gathers my wrists to hold above my head.
His free hand lifts the hem of my dress, and he studies me as his rough fingers trace my seam, taking pleasure in my mewls for more.
He roughly tugs at my waistband, ripping away the lace clinging to my wetness, slipping remnants of the fabric in his pocket.
As if he needs a memento of this night.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he growls, dropping to his knees, balling the hem of my dress. “I need to taste your pretty pussy,” he groans and flattens his tongue over my needy center.
Fiery eyes study my every reaction to his worship. Generous kisses travel from my stomach to inner thighs, taking time to appreciate what’s before him.
He savors the moment, pressing his nose against me as he takes in my scent and his effect on my body. His touch is patient and precise, a sweet tormenting appetizer before he devours me.
Even when rough, he’s an attentive student, taking notes of pleasure to memorize. His tongue plunges inside of me without warning, and I ride it willingly, working my channel as his nose teases my swollen bud.
He tortures my needy pussy with swirls and flicks before latching onto my clit. I grind my hips into his face as my legs tremble beneath me. Rough, calloused hands hold me steady as my nails claw the wall.
“Right there. Don’t stop,” I breathe, and he obeys, sucking harder as his thumb toys with my other hole.
“Come in my mouth, Doe,” he orders before filling his mouth once more. Moans and hums vibrate against my clit, and I obey, screaming for him as he decorates my sensitive pussy with teasing licks.
When he stands before me, his beard is drenched and it’s so fucking sexy.
“You taste so fucking good,” he praises, leaning in for a kiss, and I command his mouth. I moan around his tongue as he explores my curves, parting my legs to slip a finger inside me.
“You’re so greedy, clenching as soon as I touch you. Did you need this, baby?”
I nod eagerly. “More, please?” I beg.
He inserts a second finger, pumping at a delicious pace as I buck into his palm.
“César, fuck,” I weep into his neck.
“Fuck, my name sounds so good on your lips,” he moans, adding a third finger and pumping harder into me as his thumb circles my clit.
My eyes roll back while his face is buried in my neck as he sings praises in my ear.
“You’re going to come for me as many times as you need to. ? Tu me entiendes ?” He groans, curling his fingers toward my G-spot.
Oh my God.
“Yes, Sir.
“You gon’ squirt for me, baby?”
I clutch onto him when my orgasm wracks through me, tunneling my vision as release runs down my legs.
Oh fuck.
He watches me in awe as I ride the aftershocks against his palm. Showering me with praise and forehead kisses.
“You looked so fucking pretty when you came for me. Bend over, mi beba ,” he orders.
I turn away and bend at my waist, wailing as he fulfills his promise. His warm tongue licks my legs clean and swirls around my other hole, peppering kisses on my ass and thighs.
“You are so perfect. So fucking perfect,” he says with a hard smack on my ass that has me throbbing with need all over again. “C’mon, baby,” he coos as I return to my height.
“Do you want to have dinner now or?” he asks, glancing from me to the kitchen.
“I—uh actually have an appetite for something else,” I suggest as my eyes flit to his thick erection.
My mouth waters at the sight of it, and my thighs squeeze together, failing to dull the ache.
I need him now.
When he catches me staring, he smirks. “I was thinking the same thing. I haven’t quite had my fill,” he says, gripping his dick through his pants.
“I’d like to get out of this dress,” I whisper, leading him to the living room as I reach to undo my zipper, but he beats me to it.
Sweet kisses grace my shoulders and back, as he unclasps my bra and the dress pools at my feet.
“ Dios mio ,” he says under his breath, watching me step around it.
He takes my hand as we enter the room, and when I lower myself, he reaches out to stop me.
He places a pillow at my feet, and I kneel onto it, rushing to undo his belt, eager to see him for the first time. With a tug of his pants, the outline of his hard dick is revealed.
He steps out of the pants and removes his boxer-briefs, and my eyes widen as his thick dick springs free. Whiskey eyes set my skin ablaze, and heat pools between my legs as I stroke his length, spreading his precum over the tip.
I swipe my tongue against him to steal a taste, savoring it as I stare up at him eager to please. “Mmhmm.”
He’s a walking threat and forbidden fruit, ripe for the taking. A taste I yearn for no matter the consequence.
“Fuck my throat, please?” I state in a low tone.
“You sure?” he asks, searching my face for hesitation and finding none.
“I’ve never been surer,” I assure him, spitting as I jack him off.
“ Cono. Tap my thigh three times if it becomes too much, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I welcome him into my mouth, dying for him to be rough and fuck my face. He starts off gentle, cradling the back of my head, and I hum around him.
I want to make him lose control tonight. I need to see him match my dark desires and give me everything I need.
I flatten my tongue along the side of his dick, relishing every vein and ridge of him. My thick thighs squeeze together, applying pressure to my throbbing pussy. I drip with need as he holds my head, using my mouth to satisfy his needs.
When I spread my legs to rub my free hand over my clit, sparks ignite instantly, and I roll my hips onto my palm.
Flames spread over me as pleasure licks up and down my spine. I arch into my hand and moan around his dick as he thrusts into my mouth.
“Show me what a good girl you can be with your mouth full,” he taunts with a wicked grin.
I pinch my nipple with my other hand as he picks up the pace. “Fuck, Doe. Your mouth feels so fucking good,” he grunts, pressing himself further in my throat.
I perform beneath his gaze, rubbing my pussy and pinching my nipples. Every sensation is heightened under his stare, and my muffled whimpers drive him wild.
“Make yourself feel good, Doe. Rub that pretty fucking pussy with my dick in your throat,” he urges.
My body ignites at his permission and praise, and I chase every last sensation while I come down.
“Ohh, fuck. I’m gonna come. Where do you want me to come, pretty girl?” he asks, and I squeeze my full breasts together, providing a canvas for him to lay claim.
White ropes decorate my brown skin, and I swipe a finger through for a taste. Under his watchful gaze, I suck the digit clean as he admires the beautiful mess he made.
The lion and the deer rest, while Deirdre and César roam wild.