Chapter 35 Rafael Santos #2
“I… Isn’t this, I don’t know, dirty?” She sounds so hesitant, so unsure, and I hate whoever’s made her feel this way all over again.
I sweep my tongue through her folds before answering, my need to devour her growing more animalistic by the moment. “It’s dirty, V. But I plan to eat this pussy for every meal from now until you tell me to stop. It’s dirty, alright, but it’s so fucking good.”
I don’t wait for her response. Using my fingers to spread her lips, I sink into her again.
And again. And again. Fucking her tight little cunt with my tongue just enough to drive her wild.
Only when her legs begin to tremble and I can hear her heavy panting over the roar of the shower do I finally suck her clit into my mouth.
She screams, reaching behind her to hold my head in place as she begins riding my tongue.
I don’t move my head, just drag my tongue back and forth and allow her to use my face as she needs.
She’s desperate, making the most perfect, needy little mewling sounds.
Her pussy begins pulsing around my tongue when I finally pull away enough to replace it with a finger.
As I push into her, she stills, and I tentatively run my tongue around the puckered ring of her ass.
Again, she tries to pull away from me, but I use my finger as a hook inside her, keeping her in place. I trace another circle, this one more intentional, more claiming and demanding. By the third circle, she’s pushing back into me, insisting more without using her words.
I chuckle, smiling as I feast on her, savoring the taste of her perfect skin. I’d do anything she asked of me.
With my middle finger still pumping slowly inside her silken heat, I slide my pointer finger around her wet hole. “Can I?”
“Yes.” She offers it instantly, and I slowly push into her ass. It’s a different kind of heat than her cunt—hotter and tighter, much more resistant. But just like every other part of her, I realize it’s made for me, welcoming me in.
“Fuck baby.” I watch my fingers, slow at first, fuck into both of her holes, each glistening with her want for me.
“I want more.” Her voice is pleading, and I know I’m pushing her to her limits of patience.
I revel in it—eager to see her fall apart, scattering the pieces of her with the pieces of me, until there’s only us.
Maybe then, she won’t leave when she finds out the truth—maybe then, I can make her care about me the way I do her—the real me.
I add a second finger to her pussy, watching as she stretches around me. Like a good girl, V pushes back against me, and the shower quickly fills with the sounds of our labored breaths mixing, the pounding of the water against the tile, and my fingers fucking into her at a maddening pace.
“Santos, please,” she pleads, saying my middle name with such reverence, and the illusion of me—of us—shatters.
I’m not Santos, some saint, savior, good guy.
I’m Rafael—broken, bad, and hungry for a life I’ll never have, one with people who know the real me and love me anyways; one with people who don’t leave.
I pull out of her, the reality of the situation too much to bear. I care about her, and even though I want her worse than I’ve ever wanted anything, I’m unwilling to be with her under false pretenses. She deserves so much more than that.
As I stand, readying to flee, Valentina whirls on me, her long curls slapping against her skin as they whip around her neck.
Strands of it cling to the tops of her heaving tits, their rosy buds glittering with silver bars that beg to be tugged on.
She’s a fucking siren, and I’m well and truly lost at sea.
“What’re you doing?” she pants, her eyes frantic as she looks at me.
I want to hide. What if she sees the real me? She surely won’t want me then.
“I have to go.” I can barely bite out the words. In my heart, I know it’s what she deserves, but my legs just won’t move.
Her eyes flash—glittering golden orbs of fire buried beneath the ice wall she’s carefully crafted around herself. She wraps black talons around my naked bicep, yanking me with such force against her chest. I have to extend a hand above her head on the wall to keep from falling on top of her.
“You can’t leave me.” It’s not a plea or even a question. It’s a demand—a demand from the woman who never demands anything for herself because she’s be taught she’s unworthy.
“You deserve—”
Her mouth slams into mine, her teeth sinking into my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. I hiss, the pain shooting through me like the warning it’s intended to be. But instead of being afraid, I only fall farther.
Forgetting the world beyond this moment, I grip her thighs, hoisting her legs around my waist. She wraps them willingly, her hands running over my scalp as she moans into my mouth in victory.
“You’ve enchanted me with your siren song, and now, I’ll never go up for air.” I groan into her mouth, her naked center grinding against my abs as she unashamedly searches for me.
I feel her smile for the briefest second before she grinds against me again, her desire reaching the end of its rope. “Get naked,” she demands, and I willingly do so, taking on a smirk. I love this version of her.
“Yes, ma’am.” I drop my hands on her thighs, expecting her legs to fall, but she only tightens them around my waist, anchoring herself to me. Her lips run up and down my neck, over my jaw, before feasting on my waiting lips again.
It’s nearly impossible to rid myself of my pants, but if there’s a will, there’s a way—and there’s no way I’m missing this moment with her now.
“Victory.” I shuck them into the corner with our equally sopping clothes. My cock, throbbing with a heartbeat of its own, bumps against the silken curve of her ass, and I have to drop my head to the crook of her neck in an effort to gather myself.
Don’t act a fool now.
“I know you’re hard for me, Santos. Now, fuck me before I fucking die.” Valentina squirms in my hold, her pussy rubbing over the tip of my dick. It’s a tease and a promise.
Raising my gaze to look at hers, I watch water pour down her face, catching on her eyelashes and the bow of her perfect lips. Wrapping my hands on her thighs, I lift her up easily, centering myself beneath her heat.
There’s no going back after this—no taking back the part of myself I’m so willingly selling to the devil to be with her.
“Fuck me,” she hisses and then slams herself down on me before I can think more about it.
The moment her pussy swallows my cock, my vision goes black, tunneling in on her lips parted in awe, her tits bouncing against my chest, her eyes rolling back into her head as I fill her.
She’s breathtaking and devastating. Her fingers clawing into my back spur me on, and I lean one hand above our heads for stability as I begin fucking up into her.
“More. More. More!” She’s screaming, her cunt milking me with each vicious thrust. My balls tingle, and even though I know I’m close, I can’t seem to slow down.
I want this to last—I want to destroy her the way she’s destroyed me—but I’m helpless to her magic.
Valentina grinds against me, her clit rubbing against the base of my cock.
She seems as lost as I am, her head tipped back, one hand dropping to tug on the bar pierced through one of her perfect nipples.
I can’t imagine not tasting the sweet tang of her skin as I come.
Lowering my head, I run my tongue over her nipple, the bar cold in my mouth.
“Fuck, yes. Again!” She raises her tit toward my mouth, and I don’t deny her demand—couldn’t if I fucking wanted to. I suck her into my mouth, soft at first, but as her fingernails dig into my shoulders, I bite down.
She screams, the hand on her breast squeezing the flesh, pushing her pert nipple farther into my mouth.
“You like that baby?” I pant.
Her head rolls against the tile as she remains gazing above, lost. “Yes, fuck yes.”
I suck her nipple into my mouth once more, tugging again on the bar. As I do, her pussy begins to tighten, her orgasm nearing. It’s too much, too tight, and I feel my own release burning low in my stomach.
“I’m going to come,” I warn around her nipple.
She nods vigorously, the motion causing her to bounce on my cock. It’s enough to do me in completely. I roar as I come inside her, my head dropping to the crook of her neck as I pump upward.
Her cry follows only seconds later, her pussy clamping down on me so tightly, stars dot behind my eyelids.
After several perfect moments, I raise my head to meet blissful golden eyes.
Valentina smiles, just a small teasing look, before she pushes up and off my cock.
Chest heaving, I watch her walk under the spray, washing off my cum before she turns around, using soap to clean me as well.
I don’t move, I barely fucking breathe, as her fingers touch me with such tenderness.
When we’re finally clean, I try to speak around the ball forming in my throat, but my words come out as a whisper. “I shouldn’t have come in you. I can get you the pill or—”
She shrugs, turning off the shower before shooting me a sad smile as she wrings out her hair. “I can’t have babies. It’s not a big deal.”
She must see the questions racing through my mind. Instead of answering them right away, she steps out of the steamy shower, wrapping herself in a towel. I stare after her, still unsure of what to do.
Finally, she says, “When I was eighteen I got a hysterectomy. I didn’t want to have kids—I never wanted them to face the fate I had.”
“Valentina, I—”
She turns to me again, her eyes glittering with warning, and I bite my tongue.
“It was the one thing I did for myself, Santos. I don’t need pity.
I was afraid my father would someday want to use me as some kind of cow—continue the family line…
” She shakes her head. “I would have rather he killed me than make me bring someone else into this torture. I made peace with it a long time ago.”
Once dry, she slips into a pair of silken pajamas. I remain standing inside the shower, too dumbfounded to move.
She’s so strong—the strongest woman I’ve ever known. No one should have had to endure what she did, made the choices she had to make.
“You’re amazing,” I say in awe, and she just shoots me a smirk like she doesn’t believe me.
“Here.” She offers me a towel before opening the bathroom door and striding out. I watch her go, my heart now wrapped in her dainty palm.
She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to prove to Valentina Reyes that she’s the most amazing woman alive, even if it takes me a lifetime to do it.
“You coming?” Her voice is filled with promise, teasing even, as she looks at me from her perch on the enormous wooden bed in her room.
I don’t bother drying off as I stride toward her.