Mr Garcia

God, he knows his way around a woman’s body.

He pulls back to look at me, and with his dark eyes fixed firmly on mine, he works me. The sound of wet flesh hangs in the air, and the muscles in his shoulders flex as he finger-fucks me with force.

Sebastian Garcia may be wrong for me in every single way, but how could I ever deny myself this pleasure?

His lips curl and he inhales sharply. “You have no fucking idea how badly I want you.”

He bites me hard as if losing control and I cry out as my head thrashes back. “Ahh.”

He throws me back onto the bed and tears a condom open with his teeth. He spits out the wrapper, slides the condom on and crawls over me.

“Open,” he mouths.

I do as he asks, and he lifts my legs and places them over my shoulders.

“Careful,” I whisper.

His face softens. “Baby.” He kisses me tenderly. “I won’t hurt you.”

My heart constricts. It almost feels safer when he’s mean. At least then I have some resistance.

He falls back onto his knees and brushes the tip of his penis back and forth through my swollen, wet sex. I shudder when he rubs it over my clitoris. I’m so close to coming, it’s not even funny. Oh, dear God. . .

Hold it.

He pushes the tip in a little and meets resistance. His jaw hangs slack as he watches where our bodies meet.

“Let me in. Give me some cream and let me in.” He pushes in a little farther, and my body sucks at his. It wants this.

Fuck… we all do.

He slowly pushes in, and my head falls back.

He holds my legs in the air as he slowly pushes his full length in. He puts his hand on the bottom of my stomach and holds our bodies snug up against each other to try and let me adjust to his size. My insides flutter.

This is too good. He’s too good and a fucking heartbreak waiting to happen.

“Sebastian.” I reach for him.

His eyelids are hooded as he watches me, lost in his own world of gratification, unable to answer my call to him.

I sit up to grab his body and pull him down on top of me. I need him closer.

He brings my legs higher and circles himself deep inside of me. We both moan in pleasure.

“Fuck, yes… April,” he whispers against my ear. “Can you feel how deep I am inside of you? Do you know how many times you’ve made me come this week thinking about this beautiful, creamy cunt of yours?” He bites my ear hard, and goosebumps scatter down my spine. “I want to blow inside of you so fucking hard… again and again and again.”

Oh God.

I glance over to the mirror on the wall to see us together like this. His thick quads are spread wide, and his dark skin is rippled with muscle. The visual is a sensory overload, and I cry out as a freight train of an orgasm rips through me.

He smiles darkly as he pumps me through it, and then he readjusts his stance to hold my ankles and spread my legs wide.

“Squeeze me,” he pants, pumping me with force. The bed begins to slam into the wall. “You suck my cock for me, baby.”

Our eyes are locked, and I clench around him.

His lip curls in appreciation. “Harder.”

I clench harder, and his head tips back. My hands are on his thighs and the power behind them is doing things to my brain cells, frying every last one.

His hands drop to the mattress, and he holds himself up on straightened arms as he really lets me have it. The sound of our skin slapping together echoes throughout the room, and then he begins to moan. The sound is deep and guttural, almost animalistic. He scrunches his face up and hits me hard. I feel his cock jerk as he comes hard deep inside of me.

We move together slowly to rub out his orgasm, our lips meeting once again.

Our kiss is tender, and an unexpected intimacy runs between us.

And then he falls still. His haunted eyes rise to meet mine.

For some reason, I feel the need to comfort him.

“It’s okay, baby,” I whisper as I brush the hair back from his face. “I’m here.”

He rests his head on my chest and nestles in between my breasts. Our hearts are still racing as he clings to me for dear life.

I hold him tightly and kiss the top of his head, a feeling of uneasiness fills me.

Something is wrong. He clings to me tighter, and I hold him right back.

Something tells me that Mr. Garcia is damaged goods.

It’s pitch black as I dream a heavenly scene.

Arousal swims throughout my body and I lie back to enjoy it.

It feels good.

I like this dream. I like it a lot.