Total pages in book: 767
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
I wasn’t used to hearing Andrés curse in English.
“You’re upset,” I observed. “Don’t be upset. Make love to me, Master.”
“Don’t call me that,” he growled, his eyes tightening with anguish.
“But you are,” I said. “I love you, my Master. My Andrés.”
He cupped my cheek in his hand. “Please, don’t say that. Don’t.”
I wasn’t used to hearing him beg, either.
“Don’t be sad,” I said, dimly noting the wetness pooling at the corners of his black eyes.
He blinked hard, and some of the wetness fell to splash against my cheek.
“Make love to me,” I urged again, arching my back, lifting my tingling breasts in wanton invitation. My entire body was alive, my nerve endings crackling and popping. Heat was building inside me. I was going to burn up if he didn’t touch me where I craved it most. “I need you.”
He pressed a tender kiss against my forehead. “All right, cosita,” he murmured. “I’ll help you. I know you must be aching.”
“I am. My pussy hurts.”
“I’ll kiss it better,” he promised.
“Thank you,” I sighed in relief. He was going to touch me. He was going to kiss me. I lifted my face to his, but he turned away.
“Not your lips,” he said, still sounding oddly pained. “I can’t when you’re like this.”
“But you said you’d kiss me,” I whined. “You said— Oh!”
Ecstasy lashed through me when he lowered his mouth to my tight nipple, flicking the tip with his tongue before sucking the peak into his mouth. He didn’t use his teeth, and I was grateful. Just the heat of his mouth was intense enough to bring tears to my eyes.
“Please,” I begged, lifting my hips. I needed him to touch my pussy. It was starting to throb to the point of pain.
He shushed me gently, pressing his palm against my stomach to pin me down. He moved onto the bed with me, but his body didn’t settle atop mine. I wanted his comforting weight holding me down, but he positioned himself between my quivering thighs.
I watched in rapt fascination as he lowered his head to my pussy and touched my wet folds with his tongue. His hungry groan mingled with my harsh cry. He’d never kissed me there before. And it felt…
“So good,” I panted, my fingers spearing in his thick hair as I pulled him closer. “More.”
He traced the line of my opening, teasing the little patch of skin between my pussy and my asshole before licking all the way up to my pulsing clit. I thrashed as stars burst across my vision, bliss singing through my veins. He growled against me, and his hands locked around my thighs, forcing me wide open. His tongue circled my clit, applying firm, hot pressure. My inner walls contracted and clenched, yearning to be filled. He licked and sucked at my pussy lips, tormenting me with ruthless pleasure.
It wasn’t enough. I needed him inside me, needed him to mark me with his cum.
Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes as pleasure turned to a deep, knifing pain between my legs. The building pressure had to release, or it would destroy me.
“Please,” I choked on a sob. “I need you inside me. It hurts. Please, Master…”
He pressed one final kiss against my clit before his body covered mine. He freed his hard cock from his slacks and lined up with my soaked pussy.
His eyes searched mine, dark with hunger and yearning. “You shouldn’t call me that,” he ground out, hesitating at my opening. “You shouldn’t.”
I wrapped my legs around him and drew him into me. “My Master,” I moaned in relief when he filled me to the hilt.
A deep, pained sound slipped between his clenched teeth. He braced his arms on either side of my head and started to move within me, thrusting hard and deep. His forehead dropped to rest on mine, and he stared down into my eyes, his face drawn tight in an expression I didn’t understand.
“Forgive me,” he whispered. “Forgive me, sirenita.”
I didn’t know what he was talking about, and I couldn’t focus on his words. All I could think about was how good his big cock felt stretching my tight sheath, how perfectly we fit together. The ruthless pleasure that had been building inside me crested, and I shattered on a scream.
My fingers fisted in his hair again, and I pulled his face down to mine so I could revel in his exquisite taste while my orgasm rolled through me. I caught his rough shout on my tongue, felt more wetness on my cheeks as his hot cum lashed into me, soothing the need that had consumed me. I shuddered beneath him as bliss flooded my body, making me light and tingly. My numb fingers fell from his hair, finally releasing him as all my muscles turned to jelly.