He grunts softly as my tongue glides over the head, lapping the milky pearl until it disappears.
When I’m through, Antonio threads one hand into my hair and takes his cock in the other. He slides the crown across my lips until they part for him.
“Use your hands,” he instructs in a tight voice. “Your mouth, your lips, your tongue. Suck my cock. Swallow me into your throat.”
I shiver, opening my mouth wide and letting my jaw go slack as I explore his cock and balls.
For several minutes, with his hands fisted tightly at his side, he lets me set the pace. He lets me learn him—the ridges and edges, the dips and valleys. But when I take him deeper into my mouth, his hands find my hair and tighten slowly around my scalp. His hips cant forward as he feeds me more of his cock.
“For years I’ve fantasized about your sweet little mouth around my cock. I’ve jacked off more times than I can count thinking about it.”
His words imbue me with a heady sense of power, and my jaw relaxes, welcoming more of him inside.
“Princesa,” he gasps, thrusting deeper and harder. “Your mouth is heaven.”
Soon I can’t keep up with his movements, and I gag when he hits the back of my throat.
He pulls out—to the tip—and gives me several seconds to catch my breath.
“Breathe,” he commands, pushing his cock deep. “Swallow. Yes, that’s it.”
I gag, again and again. Tears spill onto my cheeks.
Antonio pulls me from the floor, pressing his mouth to mine, until I can’t breathe. “Sit at the edge of the bed,” he says, removing his clothes. “Wait quietly for me.”
I don’t question him. I just do it, because right now, I’d do anything to have his hands and mouth on me.
He strides toward me, naked, his cock hard and proud. Pushing my thighs apart, he lowers his mouth to mine in a long, sensuous coupling that makes my toes curl. Before I’m ready for it to end, he drops his head and sucks a rosy nipple into his mouth. I gasp at the sensation—at the way my pussy throbs as he plays with my breasts. He lifts his head and lavishes all his attention on the other tight furl until I’m squirming with need.
I pant softly as he removes my shoes, one at a time, and then my thong. Antonio’s eyes never leave mine as he takes everything but my jewelry—and even when the need to shy away starts to overwhelm me, I don’t surrender to it.
When he’s through, he slides a pointed tongue down my seam, grazing my clit. I cling to the bedcovers, taking handfuls of the soft fabric and gripping tight.
“Princesa, you’re so wet. Did you enjoy sucking my cock? Did you like choking on my big dick?”
Yes. And I need more. I wriggle closer.
Antonio stands and flips me onto my stomach. “On your hands and knees,” he commands. “I want that gorgeous ass in the air.”
Before I can think too much about it, he spreads my legs, licking my pussy from back to front until the pleasure is coiled tight.
“Please,” I beg. Although I’m not sure what I want most from him.
His tongue circles my most private place, licking the tiny rosebud. I squeeze my eyes shut and tense my sphincter as a wave of shame and fear swells, almost ruining my pleasure.
Without warning, Antonio sinks his teeth into my ass. It comes as a surprise, and I yelp loudly.
“You’re mine,” he chides. “No part of you is off-limits to me. Do not tighten your muscles to keep me out.”
My emotions are all over the place. I’m aroused—maybe more than I’ve ever been, maybe more than I can take.
“Shhh,”he whispers, as though he can hear the voices in my head. “Don’t think. Just feel.”
He’s behind me, nudging my legs farther apart, his fingers dipping into my wet flesh and swirling around my clit without ever touching it.
I’m out of my mind when I feel his cock at my entrance, and my walls relax to let him in.
A long, low groan escapes from my chest as he fills me. He feels enormous as my body stretches to accommodate him.