Page 116 of A Foster Fling

She shook her head adamantly.

I chose my next words carefully. “What must I promise to get us back to where we were before? What may a man like me do to win back your heart? What do I say to a woman like you that will endear me to her?”

“Tell her she may live her own life.”

I reined in my temper. “And do I have a place in this new life? Would you be content going forth into your new life knowing that you have left me behind, brokenhearted and alone? Have you ever loved me,mi hermana?”

Her eyes softened. “It’s not like that, Raul. But we can never be more than this. We could never really be together. These wicked delights we indulge in will only lead us to heartbreak and an eternity in hell.”

I cupped her cheek. “Never.”

She bit her lip but didn’t fight me when I removed her top. She was learning, discovering that it was easier to comply and submit to me than fight. I would never cease wanting her, touching her, loving her. She was air. I could not breathe without her.

After placing a soft kiss on her lips, I moved her backward toward the chair. I guided her to lay upon it then knelt before her like a devotee. She allowed me to remove her pajama pants. Fuck, she was exquisite. The second unwrapping was as tantalizing as the first when I had removed her top.

I parted her thighs so I could worship her as she deserved. I kissed her mound then traveled down to the seam of her womanhood. I kissed and licked and tasted her like a man starved. She moaned, and I smiled against her pussy. She had never felt pleasure like this, I was sure.

My fingers parted her inner folds, allowing me to suckle on the clit swelling beneath my lips. Her lips instinctually moved against my face as she searched for her pleasure. I slipped a finger into her channel, searching for the special spot that would bring her to the pinnacle.

She grinded against me in earnest, striving for her climax. And I wanted her to have it. A real one. Not the tame quivers that had gripped my cock earlier. I wanted her to explode. I wanted her to scream in pure pleasure rather than pain. I wanted her to lose control under my hand.

And she did, screaming like a seasoned porn star as she gushed over me, her sweet cream flooding my mouth and coating my fingers.

“Oh, my God,” she breathed in awe, dazed, staring at me with glassy-eyed confusion. She was beautiful in her afterglow, naked and flushed, sated and pleasure drunk. “I love you,” she whispered.

I smiled. I’m sure she did love me, but her declaration–while endearing–had come from the lips of a woman who’d just experienced her first real sexual awakening under the ministrations of a man.

I removed myself and stood, unbuttoned my pants, and climbed on top of her. With one elbow holding my weight, I lowered my hips so the head of my cock was just touching the lips of her pussy. She was sopping wet for me.

I pushed forward and opened her up wide, the head of my cock spreading her pussy lips as it teased at slick heat. God, she was hot and tight.

“Oh, please go easy,” she murmured, her features reflecting her discomfort.

“Sore?” I rumbled, angry at myself that I hadn’t thought ahead of time. I should’ve been using her mouth rather than her tight cunt. It was too soon. Too close since the last time I had her. But I was a selfish bastard. I wanted her. I was taking her.

“Mmm,” Salma gasped out, the sound echoing in the library.

I grabbed her throat and squeezed it tight, choking her like her pussy was choking my dick. She lifted into my grip and clenched on my cock, and I groaned. I always knew she was that girl who’d like it rough and hard and demanding. When her claws raked over my skin, drawing blood, I nipped her ear in retaliation. It wasn’t her fault her greedy cunt was milking my cock and overwhelming her with torturous pleasure, but I still gave her that bite of pain I knew she loved, that would push her into utter bliss.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” Salma strained.

I clenched her throat tighter. “Come all over my cock you naughty girl,” I growled low in her ear. “Come all over your brother’s dick and take his seed deep inside your greedy little pussy cat.”

When she screamed, I slapped my free hand over her mouth, thrusting harder and faster, squeezing her throat and loving the feel of her pussy fluttering like a hummingbird on top of my cock.

“Fuck,hermanita.” I groaned out, chuckling when she clenched down on me. “You like that, don’t you, dirty girl,” I whispered in her ear.

She nodded vigorously, as much as she could under my grip, even as her eyes rolled back as she was swept up in another climax. I could feel her gushing heat, hot and slick, allowing me to plow through the tight muscles looking to push me out with the strength of her orgasms.

Her muted yelps spurred me to my own, and I spewed cum into her gripping warmth. Never had I come as hard as I did right then. It was just a reminder, at least in my mind, that Salma was made for me. No other woman I had fucked ever given me such a powerful ejaculation.

I removed my hands from her throat and lips, allowing her to breathe freely. She panted from exertion although I had done all the work. I don’t think she knew sex could be like that. Powerful. Consuming. She stared up at me like I moved the world, and I was humbled by the adoration in her gaze.

Whenever I was around her, I couldn’t help but feel like I was a king. I hoped this feeling never went away. Or there would be hell to pay. She was meant to be my queen. My baby girl.Mi Princesa.

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