CHAPTER SIXTEEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Without another word, he led me through his expansive home. The dim lighting made it difficult to see, but I could sense the sheer size of the space as we walked. We climbed a grand staircase and turned down another hallway, continuing until we reached a pair of double doors. He opened them gracefully and revealed a bedroom far larger than mine, an elegant fusion of luxury and intimacy.

It had a distinct, inviting scent—a blend of rich leather, faint tobacco, and a hint of something spicy, like sandalwood. The chandelier above us was set low, casting a soft intimate glow. Dark walls and plush furnishings exuded sophistication. A massive bed was the focal point of the room, surrounded by equally lavish nightstands and lamps that screamed expensively. I heard the door click shut, and a surge of awareness shot through me like a bolt of lightning, cutting through the haze of alcohol in my system .

I was alone with Mateo Escuro.

I was alone with Mateo Escuro in his bedroom.

It wasn't hard to discern why he would've brought me there after the kiss at his bar, even in my partially inebriated state. He brushed against my side as he moved around me. I remained rooted in place, as he walked over to the nightstand nearest the door, watching him remove his watch with care. There was a glint of metal in his hand next. My heart skipped a beat as I realized it was a gun, one that I had failed to notice before. But of course, he carried. He was essentially a king in this world of organized crime.

He placed it on the nightstand next to his watch with practiced ease before turning to face me. “Is this your bedroom,” I blurted out, immediately feeling like a fool for asking the obvious.

Amusement flickered in his eyes; his dark brows raised slightly .

"Yes, it is. You're one of the very few women I've allowed this far into my home."

Right. Because there had obviously been others. Why hadn't he married any of them? His head tilted to the side, a sly grin spreading across his lips as if he could read my every thought. And then it hit me - I had said that last thought out loud.

"There's a difference between the women men like me fuck and the ones we marry."

I felt my heart drop as I stared at him, silently pleading for him to explain. He let out a short laugh and rubbed his chin in amusement. "Some are nothing more than pretty objects for us to flaunt around. They're easy to handle until they become clingy. Others are overly ambitious and crave danger, begging to be used by powerful men like me. They never last long - once our novelty wears off, they go running off into the sunset never to be seen again. "

I swallowed hard, understanding the unspoken implication.

"Then there are the rare women like you, Anjinho, " he continued, his voice dropping to a dangerous tone. "Born into this world and fully aware of its ways, yet so na?ve and untouched by its cruelty. Beautiful. Vulnerable." He paused as if considering his next words. "Meant to be possessed, pampered, pinned down and fucked.”

My heart raced in my chest as I processed his words. "That’s what you think of… me ?"

A sinister smile spread across his face. "Ask me that again after tonight."

I shifted back, bracing myself against the door, a mixture of fear and anticipation building within me. I grasped for the woman from moments ago who eagerly kissed him back and let him put his hand under her dress. One half of my mind assured me I could handle this—it was just sex.

The other was terrified .

Determination alone didn't magically transform me into a bad bitch that could overcome every challenge with ease--and Mateo Escuro was most definitely a challenge.

My bravado shattered into a million pieces as I realized the true danger I was in. The alcohol coursing through my veins offered a temporary escape from reality, but I knew it wouldn't save me from the perilous game I was about to play with this dangerous man. He cocked his head to the side, his eyes piercing into mine as if trying to decipher some hidden meaning. " Você tem medo de mim ." His words were laced with a dark edge.

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing bad," he replied with a grin that made my blood run cold. "Come here, Elena."

I heard him clearly, but suddenly I couldn't move. Every instinct in me screamed to stay put. He chuckled, seemingly amused by my trepidation .

"I can come to you," he coaxed, taking a step closer, "but I believe you'd prefer to be fucked in my bed than pressed against the door."

He continued walking toward me; his strides confident. My throat tightened as I tried to swallow the fear that was clawing its way up from my stomach. But even as my palms began to sweat and tremble, I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. His hand reached out, hovering dangerously close to my face before coming to rest against the wall beside my head. The other dropped to my thigh like a heated brand.

A devilish grin spread across his face, revealing deep dimples that only added to his dangerous charm. His light-colored eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. I tried to look away, but he was quick to grip my jaw firmly, keeping me in place. He leaned down without so much as a warning and pressed his lips hungrily against mine.

"Wait," I managed to protest weakly .

He paid no mind to it. His hands roamed over my body like flames. Every nerve ending they touched ignited with a searing hot desire that consumed me from within. It was like a violent tornado ripping through my senses, leaving me powerless and disoriented. My pussy throbbed with need, the wetness spreading between my thighs as I instinctively clenched them together. Desperate for something to hold onto, I grabbed his shirt tightly as if it were the only thing keeping me from being swept away.

Mateo pressed me against the door, his solid body fitting perfectly against mine as he deepened the kiss. I could feel his cock against my lower stomach, the size of it causing my stomach to dip. His hand released my jaw and landed at the base of my throat, exerting a vice-like grip that made it difficult to swallow. His other hand reached beneath my dress, causing me to gasp .

"These are in my way," he growled, tearing my underwear with such force that the slight pain brought tears to my eyes. The discarded fabric fluttered to the ground as he focused on removing my dress. In seconds, I was left standing in nothing but my heels, completely exposed to his predatory gaze, his eyes roaming over my naked form with a possessive hunger. "You are perfection in its purest form," he declared before claiming my mouth once more in a searing kiss. He forced my legs apart with a roughness that had me sucking in a sharp breath.

He cupped my pussy, causing me to whimper. Slowly, he increased the pressure, watching my every move as he pressed his palm against my clit. His fingers teasing and circling but not fully penetrating. I couldn't help but bite my lip, my arousal building in response to his touch.

“Unbutton my shirt,” he commanded his voice level and firm .

"What?" I barely registered his words through the haze of my drunkenness and what he was doing between my legs.

"Unbutton my shirt." He repeated his demand.

I looked at his chest, the subtle rise and fall of his breaths drawing my eyes, then back up to meet his gaze. Slowly, I reached up and began undoing his buttons, willing my hands not to shake, pausing with a soft moan when he eased a finger inside me. “Keep going,” he coaxed. I did my best to ignore my body and finished removing his shirt, seeing his full tattoo in all its glory for the first time up close. It was even larger than what I’d seen when on my run.

It wrapped around his left bicep and extended the length of his forearm to just above his wrist. The design featured a money rose, its petals crafted from meticulously detailed dollar bills. Intertwined with the rose was an ornate pocket watch, its face frozen at a specific time, suggesting significance .

Three playing cards, each with a different suit and number, were incorporated seamlessly into the sleeve, their edges sharp and lines precise. Adding to the complexity of the design, an elegant "E" for his surname was woven into the tattoo, placed prominently near his wrist. The letter was designed with a flourish, combining elements of old-world elegance with modern precision. The entire tattoo was a testament to both artistry and the complex layers of Mateo's persona, blending symbols of wealth, time, risk, and family heritage.

His torso had a few faint scars, each one telling a story of pain and violence. One particularly deep gash ran along his side, a reminder of the constant danger he faced. Aside from the marks, his abs were solid as steel, hardened by years of discipline. With a tight grip on my throat, he violently pulled me away from the door, as if I were nothing but a lifeless marionette under his control .

My body was tossed onto his bed, feeling weightless like a cloud. I lay there, helpless and paralyzed by his intense gaze.

"So, so beautiful," he murmured, his words barely audible. I watched as he lowered his pants and revealed the black briefs underneath. With one fluid motion, he freed his cock. I swallowed and stared. It was long and hard and thick. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him or it.

“Mateo,” I began, a flare of panic rising as he advanced on me.

"I'll make it good for you," he promised, his voice low and dangerous as he flipped me onto my hands and knees. My heart raced with anticipation and anxiety. "Good girl," he murmured when I held the position, kneading my ass roughly with both hands. I closed my eyes in surrendering his hard cock pressed against my entrance, teasing me with its size .

Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, he spread my cheeks apart and dove in with his tongue.

The suddenness of it had me gasping for breath and my eyes flying open, my fingers curling into the sheets beneath me. “Oh, my God,” I whispered, never having felt anything like that in my life.

The heat of his mouth, the relentlessness of his tongue, exploring every inch of my pussy with a fervor that left me dizzy with pleasure. He lapped at my wetness, swirling his tongue around my clit before diving back in, penetrating me with expert precision.

“Rock back,” he commanded, “Fuck my face.” I hesitantly did as he instructed, and he responded by sliding two fingers inside me, stretching me in ways I had never imagined. The sensation was intense, bordering on pain, but the pleasure was too great to ignore. I rocked back against him, urging him deeper.

I moaned loudly, my body shaking with each thrust of his tongue and digits. He slurped and sucked, until I clawed at the sheets, my heart pounding. "Oh, God," I cried out, my voice echoing in the room.

He chuckled against me, his fingers never ceasing. "That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Let it out." His tongue darted out, sweeping over my clit in a delicate flick.

“Mateo,” I gasped, my mind spiraling out of control as the thrilling sensations raced through my body.

"That's it," he repeated, increasing the pressure. He brought me to the edge and then eased off. He repeated this process, each time bringing me closer and closer to the precipice. My breaths grew shallower, my heart pounded in my ears, and my body trembled with anticipation. My moans became louder and more desperate, begging for release .

"Not yet, beautiful," he teased. “We still have a long way to go."

Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, he abruptly stopped, leaving me panting and aching for release. His chest pressed against my back as he whispered into my ear, "When you come, it will be with me inside you." He drew back and wrapped my hair around his fist. I felt his grip on my hip tighten as he positioned himself at my entrance. Without warning, he pushed inside me. I felt a sharp pain that took my breath away. And then he kept going, his cock only halfway in. I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out again, tears gathering in the corners of my eyes. I clutched at the sheets beneath me trying to adjust to the alien sensation. I knew he was well-endowed from the print I’d seen on the jogging path, but now that he was inside me, my initial assessment seemed like an understatement .

"Relax," he commanded in a low, husky voice. "Breathe, anjinho. Trust me, I'll make you feel incredible."

I tried to follow his instructions, but it was difficult as he slowly pulled out and then thrust back into me with even more force, going deeper than I thought possible. A gasp escaped my lips, followed by a cry as he continued to pound into me. I couldn't help but moan as he took control of me completely. He continued to pump, his rhythm building gradually, matching the pace of my gasps and groans.

“Spread wider for me,” his deep voice commanded.

With a shaky breath, I shifted my body and arched my back, feeling the softness of the bed beneath me. My legs parted further, inviting him to delve deeper inside me, his cock filling every inch of me. A soft scream escaped from my mouth, echoing through the room in a crescendo of pleasure. My senses were overwhelmed by the intoxicating mix of his scent and the sensations coursing through my body. As he moved in and out of me, each thrust sending fire through my veins, I knew that this moment would be imprinted in my memory forever.

“That’s it, open up for me. Fuck, you’re perfect.” He pulled my head back and claimed my lips in a rough, passionate kiss.

“Mateo,” I gasped.

“You like that?” He punctuated his question by rocking deeper, hitting that spot that made my entire being quiver.

I could barely form words, completely lost in the bliss of our connection. All I could manage was a fervent affirmation. "Yes," I groaned, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations taking control of my body.

His deep laughter filled the air. "Good girl," he said teasingly before resuming his movements. He pulled out almost completely, only to thrust back in with even more force, causing my head to tilt back and my body to arch with pleasure. His strong hand held my jaw and throat firmly, keeping me in place as he gazed down at me with an intense possessiveness. The look in his eyes sent shivers down my spine as he pounded into me relentlessly. "You feel so fucking good," he growled. His grip tightened as he drove deeper. I felt a sharp pain, but it gradually receded as pleasure began to build, starting in my core and radiating outwards until it engulfed every nerve ending.

A surge of heat rushed through my body, making my pussy grow slick and cling to his cock. A curse muttered with a thick Brazilian accent, escaped his lips as he forcefully withdrew and flipped me onto my back. My heart pounded rapidly against my chest at the sudden change in position, sending spikes of desire coursing through me. I could feel every muscle in his body tense as he hovered over me, his beautiful eyes smoldering with primal need. He settled between my legs on his knees and reached down, sliding a finger up and down my slit, coating it with my arousal. "You hear that?” he asked, dipping inside me, “how wet you are?”

I bit my lip, my eyes locked onto him as he pushed inside me. He watched my reactions to his every move in an almost studious manner as if he needed to commit them all to memory. He withdrew and I watched as he pulled his soaked finger to his mouth and sucked it clean, a small smirk playing on his lips. "You're so beautiful like this. You’re going to make me come just by looking at you.”

I blushed, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "You are too," I whispered, my gaze tracing every contour of his muscular chest and abs as he hovered above me. The intricate design of the dark tattoo wrapped around one side of his body added to the raw sensuality emanating from him. His dark hair was tousled in an irresistibly sexy way, a few strands falling onto his forehead .

I could hardly breathe as I took in his every feature. His eyes bore into mine, captivating me the most—pools of deep honey, flecked with hints of gold. I felt like he could see straight into my soul.

"You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” He leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "I will make every second of this count."

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, their true meaning shrouded in mystery. Before I could even begin to decipher them, he shifted back on his knees, making his way between my legs and reaching for two large, ornate pillows. "Lift up," he commanded. With his help, I moved into position as he slipped the pillows beneath my back, elevating my lower half higher than the top. His hands were strong and sure as they guided me. "There we go," he murmured with satisfaction. He drew closer, still kneeling, and a hand suddenly wrapped around my throat, holding me firmly in place as he lined himself up and slowly pushed back inside me, burying himself to the hilt. I arched my back, moaning softly as his cock hit that sweet spot deep within me.

His other hand reached down, and I felt him slowly finger me, teasing and working me open. I gasped and trembled beneath him, my body responding to his touch instinctively. He began to move, slowly at first, his hips grinding against me in a delicious rhythm. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, wanting him deeper. His eyes never left mine as he thrust in and out, our breaths ragged and our bodies slick with sweat. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "So fucking good."

My hands gripped the sheets beneath me, knuckles turning white as I tried to hold on to some semblance of control. But the more he moved, the more my own body betrayed me, arching to meet his every thrust. "Look at you," he said, his voice cool and calculated. "Tell me how you want it,” he demanded softly.

"Harder," I gasped, my body begging for more.

“Hmm, I believe you can give me more to give than that,” he teased.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment. Speaking in such a way was not a talent I possessed. I bit my lip, trying to find the words to express my desires. "Fuck me harder."

His supple lips curled into a smirk, and he leaned forward, pressing his body against mine. "That's what I like to hear.” He began to move faster, harder, slamming into me with a force that left me gasping for breath. His other hand continued to tease me, heightening my pleasure to unbearable levels. I moaned and bucked beneath him, my body screaming for release. The room echoed with the slapping sound of our bodies coming together. His grip around my throat tightened ever so slightly, and our eyes locked in a fierce gaze. The pain mingled with the pleasure, sending shockwaves through me.

"You want it harder, anjinho?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr. "You want me to take you rough? To take what I want from you?"

I moaned, unable to speak, my mind hazy with desire. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear, and whispered, "You want me to call you mine."

I whimpered at the thought, my body trembling as he continued his relentless assault. "Yes," I managed to choke out, my voice barely audible.

He grinned wickedly, his eyes glinting with a dangerous hunger. "That’s right. You're mine," he growled, his voice low and menacing, his grip tightening to the point it was hard to breath. He pulled out, and then thrust into me again. He was relentless, his need for dominance and my submission clear in the way he held me down, the way he fucked me. I whimpered; my throat raw from the sensation of him choking me.

His low groans of pleasure had me growing wetter around him, causing my walls to contract and tighten in response. "You were made for this," he swore, his words punctuated by harsher thrusts. "To be fucked just like this. To be mine.”

“Mateo.” My voice escaped in a breathless moan, his name leaving my lips like a breathless plea, a sacred prayer. I grabbed onto his wrist, the one that held me firmly in place, and clawed at the sheets beneath us until they were twisted into a tight knot. Waves of pleasure crashed over me as he drove me closer to the edge.

My cries were no longer coherent words, just raw guttural screams as I reached the peak of ecstasy. His skilled touch pushed me higher and higher, my body spiraling towards a dizzying oblivion of sensations that surpassed anything I had ever felt before. My voice escaped in a frenzy of expletives. "Oh God!" I cried out, my legs shaking.

He suddenly released my throat and leaned down, sealing his mouth onto mine, tangling his fingers roughly in my hair as he kissed me.

His thrusts remained forceful and unrelenting, never fully pulling back, staying deep inside me. I returned his rough kisses with ferocity, my hands sliding down his back and digging into his waist, silently begging for more. I moaned breathlessly between each kiss, completely lost in this man.

With a moan and low curse, he gave in to his own pleasure and pushed himself even deeper inside me, triggering another explosive release. My fingers dug into his slick skin, my moans and whimpers blending into one harmonious symphony. My pussy tightened around his pulsing cock, eagerly taking in every drop of his release. We continued to kiss, him drawing out every last bit of pleasure by relentlessly rocking in and out of me, his fingers now running through my hair.

He slowly pulled out after he was done, taking his time as he fully withdrew from me. I shuddered at the sensation, both painful and pleasurable. I licked my lips, willing my heart to stop racing as I caught my breath. I glanced down and saw a mixture of blood and come glistening on his cock. My stomach churned at the sight, but I couldn't look away. He wiped some off with his fingers and then offered them to me. I hesitated, but he silently urged me on with a commanding gaze. Slowly, I opened my mouth and let him feed me the mixture of us. The taste was salty and metallic, and the act felt both intimate and degrading. As I obediently cleaned him off with my tongue, I couldn't ignore the conflicting emotions beginning to rage inside me. Confusion, desire, humiliation, and submission.

He replaced his fingers with his mouth, and his hand traveled down my stomach, back to between my legs. His touch was light yet purposeful as he circled my clit, bringing me to another quick but intense orgasm. I clung to him, crying out from the overwhelming pleasure. Through it all, he never stopped kissing me, his mouth devouring my every moan and gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.

"That was five." He kissed me again before using his tongue to explore the delicate curve of my jaw, trailing down to my neck where he found a spot that made my breath catch in my throat. I could smell his cologne mixed with the sweat from our bodies, creating a musky and arousing scent. "I'm going for eight," he murmured, spreading my legs wider.

"I can't," I rasped.

"You will," he assured me, determined to push me beyond all limits, beginning to kiss his way down my body. He placed my legs over his shoulders and turned his head. His lips brushed against my inner thighs, causing a shiver to run through me. I gripped the sheets tightly and moaned as he traced the soft skin with his tongue. He slowly moved lower, his breath tickling me as he neared my aching core. His tongue darted out and made contact with my sensitive clit. A bolt of pleasure shot through me, and I cried out his name. He grinned and parted my lips with two fingers. “Look at me, anjinho.”

I held his stare, my lips parting as he slowly dipped his tongue inside my pussy, and then licked me from top to bottom, closing his lips around my clit.

“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered, fisting the sheets. He shook his head back and forth, motorboating my clit, making my entire body tremble with pure pleasure. He nipped it gently with his teeth before sucking it into his mouth again, and I cried out, my hips bucking involuntarily. "Oh, God, yes!"

He spread my pussy wider and then began to bob his head, fucking me with his tongue. Two fingers slipped in and curled, massaging my G-spot as his tongue worked magic. “Mateo!” I reached down and gripped his hair, throwing my head back into the pillows.

He chuckled softly around my clit, and then drew back to spit on my clit, his saliva running down my slit. His tongue fluttered against the wet skin, savoring the taste and licking it clean. I moaned and squirmed, my body on fire with need and anticipation. My grip on his hair tightened, my fingers digging in as he continued to tease and arouse me. He licked up and down, back and forth, every touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. My breath hitched and my heart pounded in my chest. I felt like I was on the edge, teetering between control and the sweet release of orgasm, a barrage of moans pouring from my mouth. The sound filled the room and echoed in my ears, a testament to the pleasure he was causing. He refused to let me go over that edge yet, however. He was toying with me, pushing me to the breaking point, and then pulling me back just as I was about to fall. I was gasping and panting, my body begging for release, as his skilled tongue continued to torment me.

"Mateo... please," I pleaded.

His lips curled into a wicked grin, and he pulled his fingers out of me. “You sound so pretty when you beg.” He kissed one thigh and then the other, lowering my legs off his shoulders and bending them back towards my chest. His lips trailed over my navel and across my stomach, his cool breath leaving a trail of goosebumps. He reached my left breast and closed his mouth around it. He suckled and nibbled gently, eliciting a low moan from me. He did the same to the other, widening my legs and bending them back further before kissing the side of my neck.

"Mateo," I moaned softly, my body trembling as his lips and tongue explored every inch of my skin. He was slowly undoing me, and he knew it. When his lips finally met mine, he kissed me in a way that threatened to consume me. Tasting me, possessing me, claiming me as his own. The head of his cock rubbed against my slit, semi-hard already. He eased inside me, and I could feel him growing harder. I gripped his shoulders and moaned into his mouth, my body arching towards him as the pleasure intensified. He held my legs against my chest and kept himself a few inches above me, his strokes deep and slow.

My hands slid down his back, grasping at the muscles there, feeling them contract and relax with every thrust. His lips left mine and traveled down my neck, his bite gentle.

"Mateo," I gasped, my body shaking with anticipation.

He gave me another gentle kiss on the neck before trailing his teeth across my skin, eliciting a shiver from me. His hands gripped my thighs tighter, and he picked up his pace, his thrusts harder and deeper. I could feel my climax building, my breath growing shallower with each passing moment. My moans grew louder, and I locked my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to me, wanting more.

I'm going to... I'm going to... Oh, God!" I cried out as the orgasm threatened to consume me.

His pace faltered for a moment, his eyes locked on mine, his breath quickening. "Scream my name," he commanded, his voice low and gravelly.

I did as he asked, my voice rising in pitch as he fucked me harder. "Mateo! Yes! Mateo!" My body shook with pleasure as the climax tore through me like a freight train. My moans turned into guttural cries as he thrust faster and harder.

His eyes shone with satisfaction as he watched me, his grip on my thighs tightening. My pussy clenched around him, contracting non-stop as another orgasm hovered. I didn’t think I could take anymore, but he showed no signs of stopping. My moans grew louder, my cries more desperate as the pleasure continued to build within me. With another cry of his name, I came again, tears leaking from my eyes as I succumbed to the ecstasy. A dark grin spread across his face as he watched me unravel beneath him.

"Elena," he murmured my name, his voice low and tender. "You are truly exquisite.” The intensity of my orgasm seemed to spur him on, his pace unrelenting, his eyes never leaving mine.

As the waves of pleasure ebbed and flowed, I felt his rhythm change once more. He was close, I could feel it. The tension in his body, the ragged breaths, the way his eyes had darkened to a shade of amber. "Say my name," he demanded.

"Mateo," I moaned, my voice hoarse.

"Don’t stop. Keep going."

I did as he asked, continuing to moan his name over and over again, my mind lost in a haze and so far gone from reality. His endurance was astonishing. And the way he seemed to be fully in the moment, yet still the calculating crime lord fully in control as I came apart again and again. Even the way he came was controlled, his body tensing with a quiet intensity. I could feel his cock throbbing, pulsing with a need to release. I was entranced by the sight of him, my own body still trembling from the orgasms that had just rocked me. As he got closer and closer, I could feel the tension in the air, the energy between us reaching a fever pitch. My voice was strained from the cries of his name, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop.

Finally, he let out a guttural groan, and I could feel his cock twitching inside me as he reached the peak of his pleasure. He released my thighs and kissed me deeply as my legs flopped onto the bed, nipping at my lower lip before pulling away. “I need more of you.” He murmured, kneading my breasts roughly. He trailed kisses down my neck, nipping at the sensitive spots while his hands explored my body, caressing my curves as he moved toward my pussy.

“Mateo,” I protested weakly. “I can’t.” There was no way I could keep going.

"You can, and you will." He promised, his voice low and intense. “I’m far from done with you, beautiful.” He continued to kiss his way down my stomach, taking his time to explore every inch of my skin. His lips moved lower, and then he was there, spreading me apart and licking from top to bottom. I bit down on my lower lip and whimpered, crying out when he pushed his tongue inside me. Time seemed to lose all meaning as the cycle started all over again.