Punished (Calavera Hotels #1)

Chapter Twenty-Eight Adrian

I’ve always been yours.

She has been, but to hear her say it–to whisper it ever so lightly in my ear–I want to burn the words into my soul. Her thighs open around my hips as she straddles me. In nothing but my flannel shirt, I can feel her bare pussy against me. She goes to break eye contact and move off me, but I grab her hips and hold them still. I hold her face to mine and press my lips to hers. I didn’t let her get off last night, but the way she is rocking on my erection, I’m nothing but merciful right now.

“Does my little slut want to play?” I move her face and kiss under her ear, then lower on her neck. She grinds against my erection and moans.

“Look at you, so desperate for my cock.”

She bites her lower lip and looks away again. I pinch her nipple, and her eyes shoot back to mine.

“Look at me, and tell me what you want. Use your words.” I let my hands slide under the fabric and stop on the side of her breast.

“I… I want you inside of me,” she says, barely above a whisper.

“Pull my dick out of my pants.” Her cheeks redden. She needs to own up to her desires. I know some men love a submissive woman so they can dominate them, but something about her taking control turns me on. I want her soft voice to speak dirty to me. I want her to break out of the lies in her head and own up to who she is and what she wants.

She’s nervous as her fingers slip beneath my shorts. I let out a small laugh, and she scowls.

“Seriously? Sorry, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, Mr. Sex Expert.”

“It’s not going to bite you.”

She rolls her eyes and I grab her by the neck.

“No seas chiquiada.” I never was one to be turned on by a brat.

“Your pussy is leaking all over me. If you want me to make you cum, then I’m going to need to know what you want. Grab my dick and sit on it.”

Her eyes feel with rage, but she pulls down my shorts and removes my cock. She lifts herself, one hand on my shoulder for balance and the other guiding me into her. She feels so good. She adjusts to fit my length before she takes me in deeper. My own ecstasy. Satisfied with the pain, she moans.

“Eyes on me, diosa. I want to watch your face when I cum inside you.”

“Don’t stop, Adrian.” My name rolls off her tongue like a prayer. Her hips grind against me.

“That’s it, my little slut. Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me hard.”

I unbutton her flannel slowly, button by button, until I see her breasts. Her brown nipples harden, and she arches her back, eager for my touch.

“Do you want me to make love to you like a goddess or fuck you like a slut?” I rub my knuckle over the peak of her left breast.

“Fuck me like a slut.” The words a moan. I smile as I squeeze her nipples hard between my fingers.

“You like the pain?”

“Yes. I need more.” Attagirl. I pinch her left nipple as I deliver a slap to the side of her right breast.

“Adrian.” She gasps, her legs shake around me. “Oh… God.”

I growl and pinch down on her right nipple and slap her left breast. She goes wild as she bounces on my dick. I swim in the wetness gathered between her thighs.

“Good girl.”

I run my tongue around the outer circle of her nipple, then suck it in sharply before I bite. She cries out at the pain. I remove my hands from her, and she stares back at me. After last night, she knows I’m capable of bringing her only to the edge.

“Keep going,” she commands, and I smirk.

“Use your words.”

“Suck on my tits. Suck them hard, bite me, scar me, punish me, claim me.” It’s the last thing I expect when she grabs me by the back of my neck and forces my mouth to her breasts.

“That’s it, you little slut. Talk dirty to me.” I return to biting her nipples as she bounces on my cock. Up and down. I reach back and grab her hair, forcing a bend in her back. I thrust from underneath as I hit a new angle, unlocking another level of pleasure.

Our bodies move in unison. I can hear her wetness as I thrust into her. The loud slapping sounds of our bodies is my new favorite song.

“Your dick is so big; I want you to rip me apart. I want to come all over your dick.” Damn, this girl has a filthy mouth. I love that she is owning her sexual desires, reigning over them like the divine goddess she is. Nothing is as beautiful as the view in front of me. Sweat trickling down her neck. Her breasts bouncing with her movement. It makes me ravenous. It makes me want to be her God and her my equal. The only thing I bow to, the only thing I give into.

She’s on the edge, and I slam my dick into her, filling her with my cum. She screams out my name, and I can feel the hot liquid as she squirts all over my dick. I can’t help but laugh at the horror on her face.

“I… ugh… I’m so sorry. I think I peed on you,” she says as she gets up to try to run to the bathroom. I hold her hips down on me.

“That’s called squirting, and don’t worry, I loved every second of it.”

She collapses onto me, her forehead to mine. I pull her face to me and kiss her, feeling her knuckles brush the stubble of hair on the back of my head. Then the words that will damn us both fall from her lips.

“I love you.”