Stealing Beauty (Stolen 1)

“Yes,” she whimpered. “I love being yours. I love you, Adrián. Please…” She lifted her hips, seeking more stimulation.

I nuzzled her nipples, my stubble rasping over her aching buds. “Good girl. Come for me.” I sucked one into my mouth, grazing the tight peak with my teeth. At the same time, I rubbed her clit in a firm rhythm. Liquid heat coated my hand as she cried out her orgasm. Her body jerked beneath me, her muscles tensing as pleasure rippled through her body.

When she finished, she tried to shift away from my touch, her pussy becoming overly sensitive. “It’s too much,” she pleaded when I didn’t relent.

“It’s not nearly enough,” I growled. “I want more.” I kissed my way down her belly. “So much more.”

I settled myself between her legs, gripping her thighs in both hands to pin her in place. I spread her labia with my thumbs, opening her for me. For a few torturous, exquisite moments, I simply studied her soft perfection. Her sex was glistening with her arousal, her body weeping for me. Her legs began to quiver in my hold. I dug my fingers into her flesh, pressing her deeper into the mattress, trapping her for my admiration.

“What…” Her voice wavered. “What are you doing?”

A low groan left my chest. My Valentina was still innocent in so many ways. She didn’t understand the pleasure I could wring from her body.

I bit her inner thigh, and she yelped, squirming in my hold. “I’m going to kiss your pretty pussy,” I told her, soothing the area I’d bitten with my tongue.

“I don’t know…” She fumbled. “I don’t know if I want you to do that.”

I nipped at her again in rebuke. She shrieked and squirmed.

“Then it’s a good thing you don’t have a choice,” I rumbled against her abused flesh. I could see the marks my teeth had left on her skin. My cock pulsed, almost painfully hard. I was tormenting her, but denying myself was its own form of torture.

My hunger for her burned hotter than my desire for release. I had to brand her, to own her.

I traced the line of her slit with my tongue, and her back arched on a strangled shout.

“Adrián!” she gasped out my name.

I circled her clit, teasing. She thrashed, her body undulating as much as she was able. Her wrists were bound, her legs restrained by my cruel grip.

I released one of her thighs so I could drive my fingers into her soaked sheath. I tongued her clit and pressed down on her g-spot. She shattered on a scream. I stroked her through her second orgasm, gathering up her juices on my fingers.

I wasn’t done exploring her.

She rolled her hips against my mouth. I pressed my free hand down on her belly, pinning her in place.

I trailed my desire-slicked fingers down the seam of her sex, finding her puckered bud.

She tried to jerk away. “Wait!”

I grazed my teeth over her clit, and she choked on a sob. Unrelenting, I applied pressure to her asshole. My finger slipped inside, and her inner muscles rippled around me, struggling to push out the intrusion.

“You’re going to learn to accept me in every way,” I told her roughly. “You belong to me, Valentina. Every part of you.” I slid my finger all the way inside, and her high whine drew a hungry growl from my throat. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” she admitted, her voice hitching. “I belong to you, Adrián.”

I hummed my approval and drove my tongue deep into her pussy. At the same time, I eased the pressure of my hand on her belly so I could play with her clit. Slowly, I pumped my finger in and out of her ass. She clenched around me, fighting for release. I toyed with her, pushing her to the edge and then pulling back. Eventually, she began to rotate her hips toward me, drawing my finger deeper into her ass as she sought every drop of pleasure I allowed her.

“Good girl,” I praised, tonguing her clit as she greedily clenched around me. “You want my cock?” The question was so roughened by lust, it was barely intelligible.

She seemed to understand. “Please, Adrián. I need…” She pushed her pussy toward my mouth. “I need you.”

I brushed one final kiss over her clit before withdrawing from her. I settled my weight over her, bearing down on her as I drove my throbbing cock into her slick heat. I thrust hard enough to rock her slight body, and she cried out at the sudden penetration. I paused for a second, worried I might have damaged her with the force of my claim. She wrapped her legs around my waist, urging me deeper as she wriggled beneath me.

My mouth crashed down on hers. I knew she would taste herself on my tongue, but she didn’t seem to mind. She opened for me, tilting her head back so I could stroke into her mouth. I began to fuck her, hard and deep. I tried to take my time, to draw out her ecstasy.