32. Mirame, Muñeca

THIRTY-TWO

MIRAME, MU?ECA

Unravel me, Sabrina Claudio

Roe

I see it, the moment he makes his choice. The acceptance to lose control and to tell me exactly what he wants, and if I wasn’t turned on before, I’m a fucking goner now. His eyes darken the closer he gets to me. They linger on my neck with longing and intensity, and the fact that even a little piece of skin makes him this feral for me, makes me feel invincible. I grab my hair and twist it, pulling it to the side before clasping my hands behind my back, surrendering control. Take me, Saint. I can ’ t give you my heart. But this, this I can give you.

He stops a few steps away from me and with a raspy, deep voice says, “Come here.”

I walk to him and stop right in front of him, biting my lip and smiling, knowing exactly what my smile does to him. I want to be his fucking undoing, in case he hasn’t figured that out yet. I want to make him feel even an ounce of what I feel when I’m with him.

He strokes the hair above my ear and back until he makes it to my ponytail. He twists my hair in his hand and pulls my head back slightly, giving him full access to my neck. He kisses that spot between the bottom of my neck and my collarbone, opening his mouth and sucking. Is this man giving me a hickey? He does the same in another spot and then peppers kisses all the way back up to my chin and then my mouth. He starts kissing me slowly, tenderly; but when he tugs at my hair, he immediately deepens it. Kissing and licking. Biting and tasting.

“On your knees,” he commands, his mouth still so close to mine. I drop to my knees and drag my hands up his thighs and around back, grabbing his toned ass. I hover my mouth over his dick, waiting for him to tell me what he wants.

“Mirame, mu?eca,” he says, his voice raspy and his hand stroking his dick. “Look at me, Roe.” I peer at him through my lashes and smile. With a curse, he yanks on my hair, pulling my head back. “Open your mouth and suck,” he pauses and then says, “hard.”

I do just that. I slam my mouth onto him, twirling and sucking, hard. My fingertips are on his ass so I dig my nails into him, pulling him to me and he growls.

“Fuck, Roe, Fuck.”

I pull back and say, “Fuck or suck, which one is it?” I smirk and he tugs on my hair harder. He shoves his dick into my mouth with force, making me gag and driving me into it, over and over again. Yes, Saint, lose control .

“Where did that smart mouth go, my little brat? It sure as hell looks good when it’s full of my cock.”

I moan into him; my release builds up more and more with those words.

“You like that, huh? You like when I take control?” He keeps driving in deeper, as if that’s even possible. My eyes water and he groans louder when he notices. “Filthy fucking girl, choking on my cock.”

I move my hand from his ass and drop it to my clit. He responds by pulling harder on my hair.

“You want to touch yourself? Do it, but don’t you dare come. Touch yourself until you can’t take it anymore and then stop. Got it?” he asks and I nod, earning me the praise I’ve been craving. “Such an obedient little thing.”

I shiver at those words and continue to suck him hard. I can taste the salty precum and that makes my clit even harder. I touch myself in the same rhythm that I suck on him, and I can’t tell whose moans are louder and deeper -- his or mine. I close my eyes because I’m so close, but then I remember I can’t come yet. I stop touching myself and open my legs wider so I can sink lower and give his dick more attention from this angle.

“Fuck, princesa, if you don’t want me to come in your pretty mouth you need to stop now,” he demands and that just fuels me to continue doing what I’m doing. Sucking harder, taking him deeper, and humming. I bring my hand down to my entrance, sliding my fingers through my wetness, before bringing them up and rubbing them against his balls.

“Co?o? 1 ,” he groans before he’s coming in my mouth, holding my face in place while I swallow everything he gives me. “You were fucking made for me, Roe. You’re so perfect, such a good girl, swallowing every drop,” he moans.

Once I’ve sucked him dry, he holds my hands and brings me up so I’m standing next to him. He pulls my tank top over my head, freeing my breasts and immediately lowering his mouth to one of them.

“You’re killing me, Saint. I need some friction, to be touched, to come, I need something,” I beg. I can feel how tense he got after I said something; I’m sure he’s wishing that I said I needed him, and maybe I do, but I’m not ready to admit that. He picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder and spanking my ass. I jolt at the contact but before I can say anything, he brings me to the bed and lays me down, while he stands there, naked and perfect in front of me.

“I know exactly what you need, princesa, and right now, only I can give it to you. But let me be crystal-clear: I know you need a lot of things, but above all, what you need is me.”

He brings his hands to my hip, dragging his fingers from my thighs all the way to my ankles. “Now open up for me and let me see that glistening, perfect pussy.”

He grabs both my ankles, opening my body for himself and confirming what I already know—that he also likes to watch. “So ready and needy for me,” he adds.

He lowers his head, swiping his tongue from my clit to my entrance, making me writhe under him. He does it again and again, until I’m ready to fuck his face if he’ll let me. I’m so fucking turned on and I just want to come. I wrap my legs around his head, pulling him to me and not letting him off of my pussy. His beard scrapes slightly over everything and he moves his chin, making me feel it even more.

“Saint...” My voice breaks, an invitation for him to do as he pleases. He sucks on my clit and I’m about to come undone but I need more.

“More, Saint, more,” I plead, moaning and rocking against him.

He grabs my ass and tilts me forward, pausing before he asks, “Do you trust me?”

Do I? Trust him? With my life, even if I’m too afraid to admit it. I nod.

He slides a finger in my ass, gently at first, but moving faster and faster as I moan louder. He pumps his finger in me, letting me move in the right amount that I need but I don’t want to come down from this high. My hips move in circles and I let out a deep breath. I let my legs loosen so they fall on his shoulders. At the same time, he grabs a pillow and tucks it under my ass to keep me in that position.

“Feet on my shoulders, Roe, open up,” he says with his finger still curling in and out of my ass.

“Fucking hell, Saint. That. Feels. Incredible. Don’t stop,” I gasp, opening wider to give him more access. His tongue goes in, sliding between my folds, while his other hand presses on my clit. “Make me feel full.” My words come out breathy, my skin breaking out in goosebumps.

He slides his finger out of my ass, and gently teases with two. When he sees that I’m not backing out, he spits on them and slides them back in at the same time that two from his other hand go into my pussy. He licks and sucks on my clit and when I pull on his hair, pressing his face to me harder, I let out a scream.

“Holy fucking shit, that feels so good. Don’t stop,” I cry.

He lifts his head from my pussy, his beard glistening with all my arousal. “I wasn’t planning on stopping, but now I think I want to hear you ask nicely, princesa. Beg for it; beg for me to make you come again all over my fingers and my face.”

Gladly. “Please, Saint, keep going and don’t stop until I make a fucking mess all over you,” I beg. And like the man of his word that he is, he lowers his head, scraping his teeth over my clit, pumping in and out of both holes, and sucking hard, making me unravel all over him.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” I moan. He slides his fingers out of me and I suddenly feel so empty, I don’t even know what to do.

“Do you use any toys, mu?eca?” he asks, and even though it takes me by surprise, I nod and point at the drawers on my nightstand. He walks over and searches for something, bringing out a small butt plug. He brings it to my mouth while saying, “Suck, princesa, make it ready for your pretty little ass.” I do as he says and when it’s done, he teases my clit while sliding it into me.

“Saint,” I moan, my back arching off the bed. He grabs one of my legs by the knee, brings it up at the same time that he slides his perfect cock inside of me. He lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me. Our kiss tastes salty and tangy, a mix of both of our arousals and it’s fucking hot. Knowing that we both made the other one come undone and then kept bringing each other pleasure is hotter than I could ever think it was.

He bites my lower lip and kisses me all the way to my ear, sucking on my ear lobe while continuing to fuck me into oblivion.

“You’re so tight and perfect around my cock, princesa,” he whispers in my ear. His words make my body come to life, building me back up. “Fuck yes, I can feel you’re close,” he growls between his teeth, not letting go of my ear.

“So close,” I say.

He moves his mouth from my ear to my nipple, and when he bites down, that’s all I need to come again at the same time that he does. Both completely in sync, we’re two bodies moving as one.

1 ? Co?o: Shit