I crave this. I craveher.
Instinct urges me to fuck this woman; mylittle liarwho has never lied to me once. Beyond the haze, I’m immune to the tide of death and havoc from armed thrones and powdered crowns. At this moment, all I seek is pleasure in its purest form—with Carina.
My feet move without conscious thought, my body guiding her toward a circular woven daybed in the corner of the terrace. Our lips dual in this battle of wills, of rights and wrongs. Harshness and passion.
She lets me bulldoze her blindly until her calves butt the rattan patio furniture. I release her completely, press the heel of my hand to her solar plexus, and push her onto the slate-colored cushion. Looming over her nakedness, my back arched and my hunger insatiable, I rub my fingers over her sex.
“Do you want me to worship your cunt and fill it so full of my cum that you’ll feel every drip spill out?”
Carina strokes her belly, the tips of her fingers floating from her navel to stiff nipples poking out above wrinkled lace. “Yes,” she purrs, low and sexy.
“You want me to fuck your tight little hole without mercy?” I snatch her hand and shove it to my groin. “Is that what you want?” My question cracks through clenched teeth, the words turning to dust when she licks her lips and sets them alight.
“Yes,” she repeats, her fingers caressing the wet head of my dick.
I muster a thread of fraying strength to slap her touch away and manhandle her by the hips until she flips over. She clambers onto all fours, naturally presenting glistening folds by separating her thighs. Predatory desire sears my veins. I run my hands over the roundness of her ass, over black-and-blue blemishes, and savor the erotic shiver she can’t control.
“You’ve been a very good girl. After this, you can have your phone. You can have anything you want for the duration of our time together, and I only want one thing in return.”
My sanity has all but left me when I smack her hot opening with my solid shaft. I bite my lower lip, watching how I drag the tip along her pink crevasse to coat myself in her wetness. The muscles in her back brace, pausing for the extra stimulation.
“I want to claim every single hole you have.” Aligning my shaft at her entrance, a shudder rattles my bones. “Iwillown all of you, Carina. And you can’t do anything to change it. No matter what happens after you leave, I will have owned you without question.”
The second I finish announcing my claim, I ruthlessly thrust into her gloriously snug pussy, deep and uncivilized. Her gasp chills me with depraved prickles of excitement, the savagery of this lust being the reward she deserves.
Impaled from behind, she rears backward, throwing her spine into my chest. Wet strands whip my chest, the scent of her hair intoxicating. The closer position gives my groping hands easy access to her plump tits and my teeth sink into her neck. We grunt together, working hard to stay connected, to satisfy the darkest parts of ourselves that others would never accept.
My hand swathes her throat, the other snakes her pelvis to help angle myself better. “This cunt is mine,” I pant into the side of her face before squeezing her neck to imprison her against me. “Understand?” She tries to nod, but I don’t soften the constraints. “Say it,” I snarl.
“You own it,” she chokes out on a raspy breath.
“And all the rest of your holes,” I confirm. “I own all of them, too.”
Certain she’s got the message; I graze her cheek with my lips and release my ruthless grip. Instantly, she sucks in a breath of air, and at that moment I take the opportunity to ram upward until she cries out. Drawing her elbows behind her back, I cross her wrists and shove her face downwards. Sparks ricochet through me, haywire volts so chaotic I almost enter her womb from tunneling in deeper.
The vision of her flushed skin abolishes the savage events of last night and replaces them with something I’ve never known before—unworldly possessiveness. For most of my life, I’ve lived beneath an oppressive dark cloud, and now, being with her under the vast Brazilian sky, I feel rays of sunlight like never before.
The world is bolder, brighter—powered by this goddess chasing an orgasm on the end of my dick. Without her, the light has no passage to reach me.
I slam inside her, at the end of self-control. My heart rate soars and my hips piston with punishing velocity. All the chaos inside me pours into Carina, both of us skirting around an almighty, satisfying release. My sweat laden spine tingles with the slap of my flesh connecting to her peachy ass. The brutal sting turns me on like a fatal switch and I shoot my load, hard and fast.
It’s enough to trigger her own bone shattering orgasm. I love the sound of her muffled screams when I cover her mouth with my palm, so my dogs don’t think I’m hurting her out of malice.
Once her clamped inner walls release me, I withdraw, move her around to face me and flip her onto her ass.
“You want to suck my dick?” I don't wait for a reply, straddling her face and pressing the weeping tip against her lips. She willingly opens her mouth, welcoming the crazed movements of a man hungry for more.
With my toes planted to the pavement, I dip my pelvis in a plank posture, fix my hands at either side of her hips and ram my dick into her throat. “Suck that dick,” I hiss, achingly hard again. “Fucking suck it and taste more of me. Of us.”
As she gags on the length, I cum again. Not as much as before, but enough to slay me. My eyes shut, my pulse gallops, and a tattered breath expels my burning lungs until I’m utterly depleted—mentally, physically, and emotionally. The way she responds to me is beyond submissive. It's gloriously potent and addictive.
Her hands twitch by my thighs, gently stroking. The attentive massage is magically intimate in an affectionate way. I want everything she has to offer, except for meaningfulness.
We can never indulge in that. I can’t keep her. It would be selfish of me to drag her into the cartel world and stick a target on her back. My original plan is solid. She’s a temporary fix, with no future in my life. I’ll marry the Mexican woman as agreed and avoid emotional ties.
I move off her body and stand, preparing to burst free of her sexual spell. After that mind-blowing fuck, I’m dog tired and the bandage on my bicep needs to be redressed. The thought of a grimy dressing next to my wound makes my stomach churn.
“And that’s it?” The bitterness in her tone stops me mid-stride. “You own myholes?” I turn to face her, raising an eyebrow. Her eyes flash with a crown of fire. “I’m more than that, you know. More than just holes to stick your dick into,” she challenges, folding her arms over her midriff.