She shuddered, her body quivering.
“One,” I pointed out.
I loved her pussy.
I loved the taste of it.
I loved the feel of it.
I loved the smell of it.
I love her.
Not allowing her to recover, I got down on my knees, taking her clit into my mouth. Her body started to convulse all around my face. The hood of her clit pulled back exposing her fucking bright red nub, all I had to do was take it into my mouth and suck.
Hard.
She was so fucking wet, I bathed in her salty, musky, sweetness, rubbing my face all over her pussy. Drenching my lips and my five o’clock shadow. I lapped at her, never taking my persistent tongue away from her clit, making her squirm to no avail. Her juices dripped down my face, to my throat, and onto my chest, soaking into my white button-down shirt. The taste of her would linger in my mouth for hours, allowing me to savor the way I made her pussy come. I loved nothing more than to rub her juices all around my lips, fingers, or cock and then wipe them all around her beautiful face.
I loved hearing her moan, whimper, and her breath quicken. I loved the way she was struggling to catch her bearings as my tongue danced from her clit to her opening, and back to her clit again.
She literally fucked my face.
Coming over and over again.
Her shaking legs couldn’t hold her up any longer, her weight falling heavy on my face, her hands tangling in my hair. I threw her over my shoulder again, smacking her ass, stating, “Two, three, and four.” The number of times I made her come on my tongue.
I placed her ass on the counter in the kitchen of the yacht, but she didn’t stay on there long. Sliding down the length of my body, she got down on her knees in front of me, pulling out my hard fucking cock from my jeans. She licked off the pre-come, sucking the head into her mouth. Taking me in inch-by-inch.
With her body beneath mine and my dick hovering above her mouth, I thrust in and out of her swollen lips. Her pouty mouth taking my dick as I shoved it to the back of her throat, making her gag, spit falling down the sides of her face.
“Fuck… I need to be inside of you.”
Her eyes watered with tears, but she didn’t let up. I enjoyed the feel of her lips wrapped around my cock and her taking every last inch I had to give. Removing my cock from her mouth with a pop, she aggressively sucked in the air that my dick denied her.
I didn’t falter. Grabbing her underneath the arms, I carried her up the length of my body and pulled off her dress and panties before I lifted her to me. Slamming her down onto my rock hard shaft in one swift, sudden movement.
“Jesus, Sebastian. You’re so fucking big.”
I took it easy on her at first, letting her get used to the size and girth of my cock as she slid up and down, effortlessly panting. Her mouth parted and her soft, wet tongue peeked out. She bit her bottom lip while trying to keep her eyes open. I took in her soft glow, her rosy cheeks, and the subtle sweat pooling at her temples. I watched the way her tits bounced, the way her back would curve, and how she arched just slightly at the last second of feeling my balls swaying against her ass cheeks.
I walked us back to the bedroom, laying down on the bed with her now on top of me. She rode my dick slow and steady, and I let her feel like she was in control, which was a bunch of bullshit.
I was.
I always am.
I smacked her ass hard, and her eyes widened in surprise and delight while I gripped onto her ass cheeks, making her ride me harder and faster.
Ysabelle loved to be manhandled, she loved to feel owned, and I gladly gave it to her.
“Fuck me, baby. Fuck me like you want me to fuck you.” I clutched the back of her neck and brought her to me. She leaned forward, and I could feel her g-spot on the tip of my cock, causing me to inadvertently groan in satisfaction.
“You smell that? Hmmm? You smell yourself all over my fucking face?”
“Yes,” she breathed out as I rotated my hips in the opposite direction of hers.
“Lick it off,” I ordered, causing her eyes to widen again. I gripped her harder, placing her closer to my mouth where the smell of her come and cherry lip-gloss lingered.
She grinned and her pink velvety tongue poked out, sliding from my top lip to my chin. She innocently smiled, leaning back to ride me harder and more demanding. I wiped the residue off my face with the palm of my hand and smeared it all over her gorgeous face. She bit my fingers when I moved them to her mouth and began to eagerly suck them clean. This woman was my undoing. I flipped us over, placed her legs on my shoulders, and pounded the fuck out of her tight, wet pussy… in and out. Holding myself up around her head.
“Who fucks you good, baby? I won’t stop until I have you screaming my name, Ysa.”
I heard the slapping sound of my balls against her soft, wet skin and leaned back to spread her legs wide open. Wanting to watch my cock take her perfect goddamn cunt. Claiming what I knew had always been fucking mine.
She helplessly, breathlessly repeated, “Yes… yes… yes…”
A growl surfaced loud from deep within my chest, she was so fucking tight it made my balls ache. Manipulating her clit with my fingers, her legs started to tremble, caging my body in. I thrust in and out of her, never letting up on fucking her, grabbing onto her breasts, roughly caressing her hard nipples. The firmness of my grasp was evident from her bright, red skin. I smacked it a few times, knowing it would leave a mark. I growled and held her down, moving her up and down on my cock until she begged me to stop.
I never did.
I never do.
The smell of her arousal and come was all around us. Her whole body tightened so fucking hard, suffocating me in nothing but her need to come. I knew every goddamn button my wife had, what made her purr, moan, pant, sweat, tremble, and tighten.
It wasn’t the orgasm I was after…
I wanted the climax.
I wanted the build up.
I wanted the wetness.
Her pussy pulsated and clamped onto my cock, pushing me out of her wet, warm fucking heat.
But most of all, I loved to fucking watch…
The way she would squirm.
The way she would sweat.
The way she would hold her breath, right before falling over the brink of ecstasy. Taking every last bit of pleasure she could.
“Sebastian! Yes… yes… Sebastian!”
Coming with everything she had.
The way she took her pleasure with everything I made her feel.
My balls throbbed with the need to come from watching her climax.
“I fucking love you,” I groaned out, emptying my balls deep into her pussy. Looking her straight in the eyes, I huskily demanded, “Give me another baby.”
She smiled, big and wide and announced, “I’m pregnant.”
DISCLAIMER: If you have read El Diablo—this is prior to Martinez and Lexi.
Mika
“Angel, ask yourself… Do you honestly think I give a flying fuck about El Diablo?” I questioned, arching an eyebrow. Kicking my feet up on her desk, grinning as I folded my arms over my chest.
Her gaze narrowed, only eyeing my combat boots. I crossed one leg over the other, nestling in my seat, getting nice and fucking comfortable. I don’t know why she always thought she could go toe-to-toe with me, knowing she was just another bitch, not the alpha dog she claimed to be.
“Don’t fuck this up for me, Mika,” she warned in a harsh tone as if it made a fucking difference.
Her bark was always much bigger than her fucking bite.
“I wouldn’t fucking dream of it,” I mocked, surrendering my hands up in the air.
“I’m serious. I don’t even know why you’re here. Don’t you have someone else’s skirt to poke your head up?”
“Jealous?”
“I’m not the one who is sitting in your office like a little, lost puppy, waiting on you. Now am I?” She sat back in her chair, slowly crossing her lon
g, silky legs. Tapping her manicured fingernails on the leather armrests.
“I just want to know what all the fuss is about? Can’t a man meet his competition?”
She snidely smiled. “There was never any competition.”
“No shit, baby. We both know whose cock you belong to.” I gestured toward mine. “Want me to get it nice and hard for you, angel? All you have to do is get on your knees, open your fucking mouth, and say please. I’ll take care of the rest.”
“I don’t have time to play with you today, Mika. Now get the fuck out.”
I didn’t move an inch.
“Mika, I—” The door opened, immediately silencing her. Her intense glare instantly moved to the man behind me, who closed the door behind him.
I’d never seen her cower down to anyone other than me, and fuck did it make my cock hard.
I didn’t bother turning around, I was much more interested in the woman who was practically batting her eyelashes at the man taking a seat beside me.
“Who the fuck is this dick? I wasn’t aware you’d have company. What part of private meeting did you not understand, Lilith?” he inquired in a slight Spanish accent.
“Madam,” she corrected not missing a beat.
“I’m Mika,” I interrupted, answering for myself.
“Her bodyguard? Or just her bitch?”
“Says the man who’s taking a meeting in The Madam’s office.”
“Mika,” she warned. “Please excuse him, Martinez, he has so much to learn. He doesn’t share well with others.”
“Ah, just as I thought. That does make you her bitch.” He grinned, leaning back into his chair.
“Angel, I don’t need any introductions. I’m just here watching out for you. Can’t be too careful nowadays with all these spics, crossing the border—”
“Call me a spic again, motherfucker. I’ll put a bullet in the middle of your fucking forehead. Better yet, I’ll have her do it.” He nodded toward her.
I laughed. I couldn’t help it.
“Enough!” she shouted, abruptly standing. Slamming her fists on her desk, bringing both of our attention back to her. “You two want to act like little boys, then do it on your own time. I’m not here to play mommy.”
I’d known Lilith since she was eighteen-years-old. Almost eleven years now, and she still knew how to govern a goddamn room. It never mattered how many men she was surrounded by, there was something about her that brought them to their knees. If anything…
It made her fucking stronger.
She opened the top drawer of her desk, throwing a kilo of cocaine on the mahogany wood.
“You came for this." She gestured to the package. “Not to prove your cock was bigger than his. But take it from a woman who has seen both,” she informed, smirking as she sat back down in her leather chair. “They’re comparable.”
“You fucked him?” I blurted. “Mr. Uptight Suit over here? Oh wait, I'm not surprised. You share your pussy with anyone and everyone.”
She chuckled, “It’s been a while. But a man never forgets his first, does he? El Diablo?” she mocked in a teasing tone.
I scoffed, “And the plot fucking thickens.”
“And even back then… I was still paying for your goods.” Martinez leaned forward, grabbing the blow. He poked a hole in the clear plastic with a key, bringing it up to his nose.
Inhaling long and hard.
I didn’t waver. Leaning over, I snorted a huge rail off the table with Lilith not far behind me. I couldn’t tell you where things started to take an unexpected turn. But I could tell you that the more fucked up we got, the easier it was for me to tolerate the motherfucker. A few hours seemed to go by in a whirlwind of nothing but liquor and drugs, both flowing as freely as the pussy that ran rampant in The Cathouse.
I never expected what was fucking coming.
Or yes, yes I fucking did…
Madam
One minute I thought we were going to have a meeting to talk about the new cartel shipments. The next, we’re all getting fucked up from the same cocaine I wanted Martinez to start pushing.
They both looked good enough to fucking devour. Two handsome as hell men sitting in my office, hanging on every word that left my red lips. Each grinning from ear-to-ear. Mika whispered something in Martinez’s ear, and I couldn’t help but think how much this reminded me of a few years back. Except Martinez wasn’t his friend JJ, and this wasn’t a setup.
At least I didn’t think it was.
“You coming down, Angel?” Mika questioned, repeating the exact same words he did that night years ago.
My pussy clenched as he made his way toward me, looking like sex on a fucking stick. The same look that always made my heart beat faster and my pussy wet. I stood in the middle of my office, standing taller the closer he got to me.
Getting near my face, he murmured, “You smell like you want to be fucked, Lilith, do you want us to fuck you?” he baited in a sinful tone.
I smiled, big and wide. “You can’t be serious.”
“You know how many times I’ve thought about that night? How many times I’ve stroked my cock to the images of watching my boy fuck you? How much I remember the way your asshole felt while there was a cock deep inside your wet, fucking cunt? You see… I don’t mind sharing because I know who you fucking belong to. Who am I to deny you of such pleasure? When I fuck more VIPs than I know what to do with… You know I like to watch, angel. You’re my favorite fucking thing to watch.”
My chest rose and fell with each word that fell from his lips. I perched myself forward to try to kiss him, but he teasingly moved his head away. Roughly gripping onto the back of my hair by the nook of my neck, tugging back ever so slightly. Making me yelp from the sudden intrusion.
“Your body is mine to do with as I please, it always has been. It’s why you keep coming back for more, angel. There’s no one who can fuck you like I can… except maybe him?”
My eyes shifted toward Martinez who was still sitting back in his chair, calm, cool and fucking collected.
“Are you challenging me, motherfucker?” he baited, giving Mika exactly what he wanted. Sending shivers coursing down my spine.
“Don’t pretend like you haven’t paid for a VIP, Martinez. Little did you know that Lilith here… The Madam is the best. Trust me, I would know. I’ve fucked them all. With and without her watching, let alone her consent.”
Martinez narrowed his eyes at me. “Doesn’t it bother you that he fucks other women?”
“I know whose pussy he belongs to,” I mocked Mika, throwing his words back at him. Only looking at him.
“Neither of us are one’s for being monogamous. But angel here… doesn’t get to play that often since she’s taken over as Queen Fucking B. I enjoy watching her get fucked quite a bit. I mean look at her, she’s like a goddamn bitch in heat. It’s one of the things I love the most about her. Always willing, ready, and soaking fucking wet… tell him, Lilith, tell him how much you love getting fucked in every hole,” Mika roared in a domineering, yet sexy tone that made my pussy clench.
Martinez stood, walking up in front of me. Stopping when he was inches away from my face. “You trust me enough to let me fuck you in the culo?” Martinez inquired with lust and determination laced in his voice.
“Mmm hmm,” I moaned, closing my eyes.
Waiting.
“Get on your fucking knees,” Mika ordered, shoving me down to the floor in one rough movement.
Mika loved to claim that he was the only one who could ever order me around, in and out of the bedroom. I would be lying if I said he was wrong.
I hated it as much as I loved it.
Especially right now.
“I’ll reward you when you fucking earn it. Now pull out his cock and show me just how good of a deep throating whore you are.”
I smiled from ear-to-ear and happily obliged.
They wanted a VIP then I’d give them The fucking Madam.
Mika
She pulled out his already hard cock, immediately licking down the sides, caressing his balls at the same time. Humming when she sucked the head of his dick into her mouth, never letting up on stroking his shaft and playing with his sack.
A man like Martinez could appreciate the fucking beauty of the situation unfolding in front of him. And by that I mean the woman on her knees, deep throating his cock like the whore she would always be.
Angel’s pleasure always came before mine.
No matter what.
My pleasure was to watch my girl get fucked, but my pain wasn’t far behind. Watching another man take what was mine took a lot more restraint than one might think. In the end, it didn’t matter because I was the only man who had fucked my way into her cold, calculated heart.
We were one and the same.
“Deeper,” I ordered, grabbing ahold of her hair by the nook of her neck. Forcing her to do as I said.
Martinez groaned, watching as I pushed her deeper down his shaft. She couldn’t get half of it in her mouth, but he appreciated the gesture nonetheless. She greedily took every last inch of it. Just watching made my own cock twitch in my jeans. He thrust in and out, pumping faster, harder strokes. She kept up the pace as firm as she could, making her mouth a fucking vise for him.
“Asi, puta,” Martinez said in Spanish. “Dámelo,” he grunted through gritted teeth, grabbing a handful of hair on the top of her head.
I crouched down behind her, tightening my grip on the back of her neck harder and more demanding. “I’m going to fuck your wet cunt with my fingers, angel, and you're going to come all over them. You’re going to ride my hand as you continue to suck his cock. Showing him just how good you’re going to ride his dick next.”
I pulled up her pencil shirt, groaning when I saw the lace of her black thigh-highs and the black garters holding them up. Pleased to find she wasn’t wearing any panties.
She never did.
I licked my fingers, deciding to spit on them at the last second before placing them on her clit. Earning me the heady moan that escaped her chest.
“Don’t stop sucking him off. Disobey me and watch what fucking happens.”