Mr Garcia

He kisses my neck and bites and sucks his way down to the champagne. There, he licks it up with strong strokes of his thick tongue.

My insides flutter.

Fuck!

Who’s ruining who here?

“Get that fucking dress off,” he growls.

I laugh out loud because this is insane, and who the hell am I?

“You want it off, you take it off,” I tell him. “I undress for nobody, least of all entitled assholes.”

He jerks me forward. “You’ll do more than un-fucking-dress for me.”

He spins me around and unzips my dress in one sharp movement. He slides it over my shoulders, and it pools on the floor around my feet.

He slaps me on the behind. “Knees,” he growls.

I turn and stand still, now eye to eye with him.

“I said, get on your fucking knees,” he says.

This is too hot to handle.

Unable to disobey, I fall to the floor and watch as he slides his pants down until his thick cock springs free.

This was not part of the plan, April.

His cock is engorged with thick veins running down the length of it. He bounces it on my cheek, watching me. “Tongue out.”

I stick my tongue out and look up at him in wonder.

Finally, a man who knows what he wants.

“Farther,” he growls.

I do as I’m told, and he stands to the side, sliding the underside of his cock over the top of my tongue.

“Yes,” he hisses. “Just. Like. That.” He repeats the movement, and pre-ejaculate beads on his end.

The idea of him coming undone because of me fries my brain, and I clench hard to stop my own orgasm.

He’s got me, and he’s got me good. This is next level fucking hot.

I want to taste it. I want him in my mouth.

I turn my head toward him. He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my face back to his with his dark eyes holding mine.

“Stop.” He bends and slowly licks my lips. “I’ll tell you when to suck.” He licks me again, but this time it turns into a kiss, his tongue dancing seductively against mine. My eyes close.

Oh God.

With his hands still in my hair, his tongue rides the top of mine, back and forth, back and forth.

Everything about this setting is wrong, hot, and damn… I feel bad to the bone. Like a porn star or something. This is unchartered territory for me. My sex life has always been average at best.

He grabs the base of his cock and stands upright, breaking the kiss. He rubs the tip of his cock through my open lips, and his eyes darken with delight. A dark and dangerous smile flashes across his face. “I like this look on you.”

I smirk around him. “Shut up or I’ll bite it off.”

He chuckles before he slides his dick down my throat, and I gag.

“Take it.” His hands tighten in my hair. “Fucking take it all.”

Good God, he’s a big man.

I close my eyes and try to deal with the sheer size of him. The taste of his pre-ejaculate warms my taste buds.

Our eyes lock, and then, as if he’s unable to hold off any longer, he pulls me to my feet and slides my panties down my legs. He slides his fingers through my dripping lips, and his eyes flutter shut as he lets out a sharp hiss.

He turns quickly and shuffles through his jacket pocket. Before I know it, he’s rolling a condom on and dragging me over to the sofa where he falls into a seated position. He pulls me over the top of him and then holds the base of his cock up, his eyes locked on mine. “Get on it.”

I laugh as I lose all control and straddle him.

His fingers find that spot between my legs, and he slowly slides two fingers deep inside.

“Tight and wet,” he says. “Just how I like it.”

His fingers move inside me, almost violently as I kneel above him, and I grip his broad shoulders for balance. The sound of my arousal echoes in the room, and I shudder.

“Don’t even fucking think about coming.” He bites my nipple through my bra. My head tips back, and I whimper out loud.

Holy shit. What the hell is going on here?

He’s a god.

And I’m not supposed to be doing this.

He grabs my ass cheek, and with one hand holding himself up, and the other pulling me down onto him, he slides in deep. I feel the sharp sting of his possession stretching my body completely open.

Oh… Fuck.

We stare at each other, and it feels like something shifts between us.

“Fuck…” I whimper before I bend to kiss him. “So… good.”

He smiles against my lips, and he grabs my hipbones, grinding me down onto him, circling himself deep within me.

A deep, guttural moan escapes me, and I begin to see stars.

No… hold it!

He repeats the delicious movement once more, and I almost lose control.