by Rae B. Lake
“K, baby!” She rushes into Digger's embrace. The yellow ballerina skirt paired with a black gem-encrusted crop top is a bit much but just her style. I don’t know where Joda got the outfit she put Cariña in, but I would pay good money to have her dressed like this every day.
The dress she wears is gold with thin straps and the front dips between her braless breasts. It’s a glittery fabric but isn’t like a disco ball. It stops about an inch or so up from her knees, making it sexy but still enough to cover. Her hair is full, silky, and bouncing with large waves. Her lashes are full and dark, and there seems to be a slight tint on her lips. She wears the same jewelry she had on the first day I saw her running through the crowd at the street party.
She puts her hands on her hips, “What are you looking at?” A playful smile on her mouth. I’ve seen her beaten down, scared, even defiant, but this playful Cariña, I like very much.
I don’t say a word, but I take a step in her direction and slowly circle her until I’m at her back.
Madre de dios… my mind starts to race and all the ways I want to fuck this woman take over. Her ass is perfectly plump, and her hips spread wide enough, I know I will get a good grip when I grab on to her.
“Let’s dance,” I say as I walk around to the front of her.
“Ask nicely.” She puts her chin up, a dare.
I pull her against me, almost in the same position she was in when I first met her, her body flush against mine.
“I don’t ask nicely, I take. I’ll take you in more ways than you can handle.” My voice is rough with lust.
She chuckles and pulls my head down to hers so that her mouth is by my ear. My cock gets hard as she whispers.“Hmm, I see the company you keep. They’re paid to lie to you. You fuck escorts and biker sluts and have the nerve to think you have something that can please me. I’m through faking AZ." She leans back slightly, “By the way, if we’re going to fuck, it’ll be me who does the taking.” She moves her face and kisses me directly on my mouth, locking my lips with her. She sucks at my tongue and swirls hers into my mouth expertly. I groan, and my hands dip down to her ass.
She bites my lips one time and tries to pull away.
“Cuidado, muñeca. You’re biting off more than you can chew.” I warn her. She’s driving me crazy, and that’s not always a good thing.
“Come on. I thought you wanted to dance.” Cariña grabs my hand, and we make our way to the dance floor.
We dance a few songs, a mix of Marc Anthony, Romeo, and Tito Nieves keeps us twirling around, but as it gets later and Flo switches it up from salsa and bachata music to reggaeton and dembow music. I quickly reach the limit of how much teasing I can take.
Cariña is standing in front of me, her hands on her thighs as she winds her gorgeous ass on my dick to the beat. She arches her back and flips her head up, tossing her long hair back.
Fuck, how I want to wrap those gorgeous strands around my fist as I am pounding into her.
I pull her back up, and she makes sure to keep an arch in her back as she lays her head on my shoulder. Her eyes are closed, and her lips are mouthing the words to the song. I’m fixated on her lips and the way they roll and pull with the language of my mother tongue.
I try to resist, but her mouth, and how well we move together, has put me into overdrive. My hand roams up her side and settles on her dress at the side of her breast. I don’t want to go too far and get completely shut down for the night, but she has been giving me fuck me signals all night. I slide my first two fingers into the space between the fabric and her flesh and onto the fleshy mound of her chest. Her mouth stops moving, and her eyes pop open. She looks at me semi upside down. I’m ready to move my hand away, but then she moves her hands up and covers mine moving it further into her dress.
“Coño,” I growl and press my dick harder against her ass. We are no longer moving in time with the music, but she is rolling her hips enough to stroke me through my pants. I turn her around quickly, “I’m done playing.” I grab her waist and hold her still. She’s not going to make me look like a fool.
“Who’s playing, Azriel?” she threads her arms around my neck and leans up to my ear, and licks then nibbles on it. Every swipe of her tongue has me pawing and squeezing at her. My craving for her has reached an all-time high. I don’t know if it’s because I know she hasn’t been tainted by anyone here or because she’s still somewhat of an enigma to me, but my body demands I take her. I’m not one to ignore my needs.
“Fuck it.” I pick her up. She squeals and wraps her legs around my waist. I use one hand to keep her skirt down as much as possible and walk with purpose toward my room.
As I walk by Vado, I vaguely hear him say, “Te lo dije.”
I don’t care what he told me. This isn’t fate or some crazy shit; it’s just lust. That’s all it is.
Hurrying up the stairs, a man on a mission, with her legs still wrapped around my waist. I put her down once I make it to my door. It’s toward the end of the hall, and even though I can still hear the music from downstairs, I can also hear how fast she is breathing.
“Would you look at that?” I grab onto her hair and pull her head back slightly. “For someone talking all that shit, you sure look a little nervous.”
Instead of the wildcat I expected to be staring back at me, I see vulnerability. I can see I hit it right on the head.
“You better take care of me, Azriel, it’s your job.”
I give her a lopsided grin and open the door behind her, “Claro que si, Muñeca.” Of course, I will. She’s right; it is my job. My protection probably doesn’t extend to how well I am about to dick her down, but I think I can take some liberties with my responsibilities.
I bend down, kissing her roughly as we walk into my immaculate room. I kick off my boots as we get to the bed. She pushes her hands up my chest and under my cut. She shoves it off my shoulders, and I reach my hand back to catch it before it falls to the floor. I don’t disrespect my patch like that.
I have a California king size bed made from solid mahogany wood. Both the headboard and footboard are solid with dark brown plush cushions. I hang my cut off the small post on the footboard before pulling my shirt over my head and toss it in the side chair I have near the window.
She whimpers and steps out of her shoes. I have to bend now to get to her. I hold her face upwards as I devour her lips. Her hands fumble at my waist.
“You’re not a virgin, are you?” I ask as I pull away from her slightly. It won’t stop me if she is, but I won’t be able to destroy her as I want to.
“No, I’ve had my share.” She whispers, looking up at me, the expression on her face vulnerable and wanting.
Growling deep in my chest, I push her onto the bed and slide the sexy golden dress up over her hips, her stomach, and then over her head. I lick my lips and take mental photos of every inch of her perfect body.
I slide her black thong over her thick thighs. My face is in between her legs before I even have a chance to adjust myself. I’m so excited to taste her that my self-control slips, and I have to touch myself.
“Oh, god.” She moans, and her back arches off the bed as my tongue darts and swipes at her hard, tight clit. Her legs try to close as I continue to devour her, but I push them apart again and use my arms to keep them open. I want to taste every delicious drop she has to offer.
“Azriel, yes, oh fuck yes.” She cries, and her hips move on their own. I keep pace with her as she fucks my face. I don’t think I ever wanted to lap up a woman’s cum so badly in my life.
I move one hand from her thigh as I can feel her body begin to tense up. I lick in a steady motion, but I pick up the speed. I swipe my fingers against her glistening snatch, and she gasps but doesn’t release her breath.
She’s going to come, and if my cock can’t be buried deep inside her to feel her walls grip and pulse around it, I at least want to feel it on my hands. I press two fingers deep inside her and place constant pressure on that ridged spot deep
inside of her.
“Oh, fuck!” She screams as I combine both my tongue and fingers to bring her to her release.
Her hands slam down on the bed, and her thighs tremble as her climax rocks through her. I lean up and watch her body. The changes in her color, the way her heart beats hard inside her chest. I love it; this is what I love to watch.
I slowly pull my fingers out of her, and she purrs in satisfaction. I crawl up on the bed and hover over her. “My turn.” I attack her mouth and hope that she’s ready for me because I don’t want to wait any longer.
Is that what it feels like when people say the angels sang because I think I just died a bit. The only person I’ve ever willingly had sex with was my ex, and he wasn’t exactly the most skilled lover. In fact, the majority of our fucking lasted all of a whopping sixty seconds.
There were times he would have to get himself worked up with another woman then call me in just to finish him. All he wanted was the baby.
Any orgasms I’ve had, I have given myself. They always felt great, but what Azriel just did to me was mind-blowing, and it didn’t look like he was anywhere near finished.
I try to catch my breath as Azriel hovers over me. My body is still pulsing and contracting from the last waves of my orgasm.
I look up at the man I’m paying to protect me and can see the desire burning in his eyes. This man wants me no matter how cold he tries to act toward me sometimes.
“My turn.” He whispers gruffly, and his mouth rushes to mine. I never liked to kiss Basilio; he didn’t like it either. We only really kissed at the very beginning of our relationship when he was trying to keep up appearances. What Azriel was doing to me didn’t feel like just kissing; it felt like he was entwining himself with my soul. I can feel the swipe of his tongue down to my toes.
He unzips his pants and pulls them down quickly, and I sneak a glance at his cock. It’s rock hard and angry looking. We’ve been grinding and teasing each other a while, and he must be ready to blow his load. My body is still pulsing with my last orgasm, and I don’t think I can handle more right now. I pull my mouth away from his, needing a break to catch my breath.
I push at him, and his body locks where it is.
“Not stopping, AZ,” I say as I push him again, “I want to taste you too.” I feel his body give, and he moves back until he can stand at the edge of the bed. I get on my hands and knees, making sure to stick my ass up so he can see it sway as I crawl toward him.
“Goddammit.” He mumbles as I get close to him, and he grabs a fist full of my hair. He pulls my head back, so my eyes are locked to his. I smile and slowly lick my lips. “Dammit!” He curses again before he bends and kisses me hard.
Joda telling me he likes to watch is the best tip anyone could’ve ever given me when it comes to having sex with Azriel. I do everything a little bit extra, a little bit slower, sexier, and it’s like his desperation for me ramps up even higher. It’s a wonderful feeling to have someone want you that much. Powerful even.
He stands up and moves closer to my face. His cock bobs like a rod back and forth near my mouth, and one clear drop of pre-cum, sits at the slit. I learned how to suck dick mostly from watching others suck Basilio’s. I’d do it from time to time, but he was never really there for that.
I stiffen my tongue and let the tip swipe at the moisture. His knees buckle a little, and the grip Azriel has on my hair tightens. I open my mouth as wide as I can and try to work his thick cock in. I never had trouble with the size of my husband’s dick, even when he took my virginity. But Azriel is thicker and longer than what I’m used to.
I flatten my tongue and work him further into my mouth. I gag hard as the head of his dick grazes the back of my throat, but just as I’m about to give up, he moans. That one sound is enough to urge me forward. I relax my throat further and can get him deeper into my throat. Once I get him as far as I’m able, I bounce and suck on him, using my other hand to caress and jerk what I can’t get in my mouth.
“Take me fucking deeper.” He commands from above, and I try. Tears spring to my eyes, and I can feel my nose begin to run. I move in tentatively, not sure how much more I can take.
Azriel uses his other hand and grabs another fistful of hair, holding me steady, and presses himself another half an inch down my throat.
I gag hard again, I can’t breathe, and I feel my muscles heaving upwards trying to dislodge the shaft rammed down my throat.
“Mother fuck!” He backs up slightly and pumps back in before I’m able to take a breath. I grab hold of his thigh and let my nails dig into his skin.
A deep sound rumbles in his chest, and he pulls himself out of my mouth. He releases my hair, and I pull my head back quickly, gasping for air and trying not to throw up all over the place.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. Que dios.” He bends down and uses the pad of his thumb to wipe the tear from my cheek. He rubs the wetness onto my lips.
I peck his finger before I lean back on the large bed, my legs still folded underneath. His eyes roam over my body. I’m not the skinniest woman, but I’ve never been ashamed of my body. My skin is smooth, no large scars, my breasts sit up high, and my ass is what most people pay for nowadays. I’m perfectly comfortable with him ogling me. It gives me the best opportunity to do the same to him.
He is gorgeous. His hair is dark and has a very slight wave to it. It’s short at the sides and longer on the top. When it’s wet, like now from sweat, it falls forward. His face is covered with a very light beard, and his lips are pink. He is very fair-skinned, his face and arms slightly more color than the rest of him. His abs are present and defined, but they don’t look like granite, but more natural than someone who spends their lives in the gym.
There is a sparse love trail from his belly button down to his cock. He wasn’t completely bare, but the small amount of hair he had around the base of his cock is neat and smooth.
I thought I would be stuck in a loveless, pleasureless marriage. This is the first time ever I find myself physically attracted to the person I’m about to fuck. I want him to know it.
I lean back on my ankles. The plush mattress cradles my weight, and it’s not as uncomfortable as I would have thought. I push my hair back over both my shoulders so that AZ can see all of me. I widen my legs a bit more, and as his eyes zero in on my pussy, I see the joint on the side of his jaw clenching. I trail my nail down my neck and over my breast, slowly moving down to my core. I keep my eyes locked on his face, and even though part of me is a bit self-conscious that he can see me completely exposed like this, most of me is reveling in the pure lust I see displayed on his face. I did that. It’s my body, my actions, my cunny that is seconds from bringing this man to his knees.
His breath comes quicker, and while his eyes stay focused on my slit, his hand roams down to his erection. He pumps it softly and in time with the motion of my fingers against my clit.
I feel my nerve endings begin to spark. I’m close. I stop my hand from moving right before I do.
“Azriel, Papi.” I raise the hand I’d used to play with my pussy and curl my finger. “Come.”
Azriel darts to me like a hungry dog being let off his chain. He tackles me back onto the bed and pulls my legs out from under me. He kisses me hungrily while his hands grip and caress every inch of me he can reach.
I wanted to come again, and I can feel my release right there on the horizon. I try to rub myself against him in the perfect way, but it isn’t enough.
“Oh, fuck.” I gasp as I feel the head of his cock slap heavily against my slick center. Now it’s my turn to lose control.
I angle myself and use my heels to pull myself down and slide the head of him inside of me.
“Shit!” He roars and stills, his entire body tightens, and I can see him fighting to move.
My walls contract deep but slowly. I’m teetering right on the edge.
“Please, a little more, I’m so close.” I know why he’s stopping, I should be making him stop, but
I’m just too needy.
“Fuck it,” he growls and plunges into me.
The force and stretch catch me off guard. “Aye!” I moan, and I put a hand down to his lower stomach to buffer the blow. He pushes my hand aside and grabs hold of my hips.
After the second pump, my body explodes around his. I claw at the sheets, and my head bounces furiously up and down with each of his violent, perfectly timed thrusts.
“You feel so damn good. Too good.” Azriel says through gritted teeth. He leans his head back, and a deep guttural moan vibrates through him.
Every thrust hits the very back of me. I’m sure that tomorrow I’m going to ache, but I still want more.
“Azriel. My god.” I use whatever leverage I can get and match his movements thrust for thrust.
“Fuck, I’m gonna lose my shit if you don’t stop.” AZ stares down at me, his eyes wild and full of carnal need driving me on.
I bite my lip and add a small twirl in my hips with each of his thrusts, a dare for more. He hisses out a breath and grabs the back of my thighs. He pushes my legs as far against my chest as my tits will allow, and he pounds into me hard enough for lights to spark behind my eyelids.
“Cariña.” My name flows from his mouth as a gruff, deep plea.
I scream in pleasure as another wave crashes into me out of nowhere. My eyes slam shut, and I feel my legs tremble hard under his hands as my muscles contract furiously from my orgasm.
When I open my eyes again, I see Azriel staring down at me, his face slack and his mouth open slightly.
“Oh shit,” his grip tightens for a second before he pushes away and quickly pulls out of me, grabbing his cock, glistening with my juices. He jerks himself hard and fast. Seconds later, his warm thick cum splatters on my stomach and breasts. I have to fight the urge to rub it in.
He collapses out of breath, one arm draped over my chest and his head against the bed.
“You’re going to be a problem.” He grumbles but doesn’t look my way. I let out a sigh and keep my eyes to the ceiling, ashamed to admit I’m thinking the same thing about him.
