panties. “What was on your mind before I came? You’re so wet.”
Purring, I arched his way as his finger entered me.
“Mami? Who was on your mind?” He slipped two fingers in and out of my wetness.
“You.”
He nibbled at my earlobe and slid another finger inside of me, making it three. Crying out, my body made room for him as he expanded my opening, readying my pussy for him. Miguel didn't have a long dick. It was an average length, but fat and wide. When he pushed into me, he stuffed my body with him. I could focus on nothing else.
“You're so wet.” He placed a fourth finger into me, stretching my flesh and driving me crazy.
Rocking into his hand, I squirmed. He licked the tip of my nipples. “Are you sure it was just me on your mind?”
“Yes, Papi.”
“Good. I don't think I could share you.” He encased his wet mouth around my nipple and sucked like he was trying to draw out milk. It was the perfect combination of pain and pleasure, just like his love.
I feared and longed for him. Did my best to protect myself around Miguel while in the same time, somehow giving my whole worth.
“Don't ever pretend on the phone with me that you're fine.” He bit the side of my breast. The hurt was welcomed. He licked the wound and I moaned in delight. “Anytime you need me, just call. I'll stop everything for you. Any fucking thing on this earth.”
I swallowed and gazed into his eyes. “Okay.”
“With me you don't pretend,” he said through clenched teeth. “I'm the only one that gets the real Melody.”
I probably shouldn't have dared, but I asked anyway, “And what do I get?”
“Whatever you desire.”
“Your love?”
He laughed. “Dear God, I thought you already knew, you had my love. In fact, my biggest anxiety is that you'll use it against me one day.”
He bit the other side of my breast. My scream and moan merged together. This time, he kissed and sucked on the bruise his teeth had left. “What else do you need from me?”
“That cock, Papi. Please,” I whined and grasped the sheets next to me. “Fuck me.”
“You're hurt.” He took those wonderful fingers away, crawled down my body, and faced my pussy. “Tonight, I'll only give you my tongue.”
My toes curled just at those words. Anticipation surged in my veins.
“You know how many people get this tongue, Melody?”
“No.” I tried to blink away the jealousy that always filled my chest when he wasn't around me. I had to be a fool to not recognize that he messed around with other women. Anyone with a television could see him escorting models and beautiful actresses to events. The only thought that soothed my envy was that I was the only woman that knew the real Miguel, the psychotic man behind the fake smile.
“No one gets my tongue, but you.” His breath blew against my moistening folds. “No one else, but my Melody.”
He lapped at my hungry clit. If you could even call it a lick. It was more like he savored that sensitive bud. Inch by inch, he swept that big tongue along my folds and around my opening. But my clit gained all of his attention. He knew how important it was for my orgasm, and he exhausted all his efforts on that tiny little spot, putting in delicious work and yanking out ear-shattering screams from my mouth.
In the end, I lay on the bed in this collapsed state of fatigue while orgasm after orgasm crashed into my body and drummed through to my bones. He moved back up to my head and rested his on the pillow next to me. Still, I came, without him even touching me anymore.
“Oh, Papi.” I trembled in my spot. “Fuck. How do you do this to me?”
Licking his wet lips, he chuckled to himself and watched me spasm some more with the after effects. “You're lucky that you're hurt. Do you know how long that I've been thinking about ramming my dick into that ass?”
I closed my eyes and panted. “Do it. I'm not afraid of pain.”
“No. You need to heal.”
I grinned as the last orgasm shuddered
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