Page 89 of Liberated By Sin
“Fuck…Yes, Santi,” she panted, collapsing over me.
I tangled my fist in her hair and met her hooded eyes. “I’m a greedy bastard, and I want more. Again.”
Amara let out a sigh as a slow smile danced on her lips. “I’m yours.”
“I know.” Flipping us over, I pushed her hair to the side, kissing down her back until I reached her ass and bit her cheek. She released a playful yelp and twisted to look at me.
“Do it again,” she demanded.
There wasn’t a damn thing in this world that I’d deny her. Whatever Amara wanted was hers. She'd have it if it were in my power to give, steal, kill, or burn for it. Something as simple as biting her plump little ass was a privilege. Hell, I’d kiss it, and hopefully, one day, I’d get to fuck it, too.
My teeth caught her skin with an ounce more pressure, and she moaned and rocked forward on her hands and knees. I reveled in the sight of her dripping pussy, anticipating filling her to the brim with my cum, exactly how she was meant to be. Running a knuckle along her swollen clit, I grinned when she jerked under my touch.
“I want to try something,” I said, dipping my fingers inside.
She whimpered into the sheets. “What? Anything.” Her voice was strangled, desperate, hips moving against my hand.
“I want to hear you.” I snatched her hair, lifting her face from the sheets. “I want you to tell me how hard.” I gave her cunt a gentle slap, and she sang for me. “How fast.” Two more swift taps had her shaking her head and whispering my name. “How good you feel.” Dipping my face, I ran my tongue from the top of her pussy, stopping for an extra lick where she dripped, and through the end, kissing the dimples aboveher ass. “Are we clear?”
Amara nodded.
“Words,preziosa.”
“Crystal. Now, hurry up and fuck me, Santi.”
I chuckled and squeezed my aching cock, panting my initials on one of her ass cheeks with the pre-cum leaking from my slit.
“Perfect. Mine.”
When I slid inside her, I tipped my head back and closed my eyes as the heat of her walls swallowed me inch by inch.
“More,” she moaned, easing back. “Deeper. I want to feel you damn near in my throat.”
A hearty laugh shook my chest, and I obliged my girl, pushing until her body reached its limit. I pulled back and plunged inside again. Amara gripped the sheets and arched her spine, allowing me to slip another delicious inch deeper.
“God, just like that. Faster.”
With a grin, I leaned forward, lips brushing her shoulder. “Feel how wet that sweet cunt is for me, Amara.”
Her teeth parted against her knuckle as her other hand drifted between her legs, where the tips of her fingers grazed the underside of my cock.
“So wet…so fucking good,” she murmured. “Harder.”
Her knees slid forward with every thrust.
“I wish you could see how beautiful we look together.”
“Deeper,” she whined.
My fingers dug into her hips as the pressure in my balls blazed a trail along my spine. I felt myself breaking apart with every swallow of her pussy. “You were made for me,preziosa.”
“Show me. Fuck me like I’m yours and only yours.”
My strokes slowed but intensified in power, causing her hands to slip off the edge of the bed. Amara groaned my name and attempted to regain leverage, but I didn’t need her help. I slammed her pretty pussy over my cock, my piercing knocking inside her until she cried out inPortuguese and collapsed into a puddle with her head hanging over the edge.
Growling, I spilled every drop, filling her to the brim until I was coated in us both.
After the first ten minutes of admiring her sated smile and how her wild hair framed her face and splayed like an angel’s halo against the sheets, I knew I was gone. But after twenty, there was no question. Signed, sealed, and fucking delivered.