~Prologue~
The rich taste of dark chocolate and the spicy and woody notes of his cologne invaded my senses like chloroform, and my legs could only tremble around his narrow hips. The warm breeze of the summer night hit my sweaty skin as I kept rolling my hips, seeking that delicious friction to my oversensitive clitoris. My ears burned from my breathy moans and his low groans, and the other noises of the ominous neighborhood were drowned as we made passionate sex on the windowsill of my apartment and said windowsill led to the metal fire escape outside of the apartment complex building.
The police sirens blared in the distance, and the stray dogs barked around the blocks. In all sense, the block next to mine could be on fire, and I wouldn’t care less, because, at this moment, I was drunk on my libido, with Miguel’s cock deep into my cunt, making me see stars before my closed eyes as I rode him as if he were a stallion, which honestly, he truly was. There was also one last sound that would be forever imprinted on my brain like a tattoo. The sound of moist skin-to-skin, echoing through the night, left little to the imagination what a mess was between our bodies, where we were connected.
I had only a loose pink crop top and a bubblegum blue and pink thong that had been tugged aside to leave me exposed. Miguel had kept his clothes on, choosing to only open and lower a bit his black baggy jeans to take his shaft out. In a way, it was pretty hot with some clothes on. The risk of someone spotting us in the darkness on my windowsill like this.
“Hermosa, all mine, so fucking perfect for me,” he whispered next to my ear as his hands held my perky little buttocks. “you were fucking made for me. Did you know that, my cute little gatita?” (hermosa= beautiful; gatita= kitty)
I gasp, and my fingernails dig into his wide shoulders when he thrusts upwards, hitting a soft spot inside me. “Made to take my cock, made to cum around it. I could fuck you for the rest of my life, my vida.” (my vida= my life)
“M-Migu... Miguel... Please,” I whined, wrapping my arms around his neck and letting my fingers wander into his dark hair.
“Please what, my little muñeca?” he inquired as his voice bleed into a husky timber, moving me as if I were a living fleshlight on his dick, (muñeca= doll)
“I-I wanna...”
“You want what?” he rasped as his cock twitched.
“I-I want to cum.” I gave in, but deep down, I knew he would edge me for another good minute, and my assumptions were right, because he slowed down to a stop, but didn’t pull out.
My eyes widened when I saw him pull a pack of cigarettes out, along with a lighter.
“Keep my cock warm and wet with your little tight coño while I smoke a cigarette. Then I promise I will make you cum until you squirt yourself out.” (coño= pussy)
Oh God...
