BENEATH HIS MOANS 7

He dropped my legs and clasped them to the pole again, spreading me wider than before. The restraints dug into my skin, and the metal chilled the heat between my thighs, but nothing could pull my focus away from him. Nothing could stop me from anticipating what he was about to do.

He knelt between my thighs, his fingertips tracing the sticky streaks on my skin.

"This is yours," he murmured with a chuckle, running his fingers over the dried cum. "You touched yourself before coming to me, didn't you? I knew it. Couldn't wait."

His voice was deep, smooth, and dirty, confident, sure.

"Tell me, muñeca. How did it feel?"

"It felt good…" I said softly, my voice trailing off as his tongue dragged along my folds. He teased, staying just outside of me, driving me crazy.

I shivered. "That feels so good. But please… more."

Alejandro wasn't in the mood to give. He was in the mood to take. He was smug, infuriating, and so incredibly hot I could barely breathe.

His fingers spread me open, exposing every inch of me to the air and his gaze. His tongue finally pushed inside, slow at first, then faster, circling my clit again and again. The sensation made me shake under him.

"Oh yes, yes," I moaned, unable to stop the words from escaping.

He continued to feast on me, like he couldn't get enough. My head fell back as my hips tilted up to meet him, desperate for more.

The orgasm built again, fast and strong, leaving me raw and open, completely vulnerable.

"Mmm. Ricura," he groaned into me, his voice full of satisfaction. "You're getting wetter."

He grabbed an ice cube and slid it directly onto my clit, the cold feeling jolting through my body.

"Fuck!" I gasped, my nerves firing, sending new waves of pleasure through me.

Alejandro looked up, a smirk curling on his lips. "You dirty holy slut," he groaned. "That sweet mouth shouldn't be saying words like that."

But I didn't care. The heat inside me was too much. It consumed me.

He spread me wider and held me still before slapping my clit lightly with his cold hand.

I screamed, but it wasn't from pain. It was from the overwhelming pleasure that was too much to handle. My body couldn't take it anymore. I needed to come.

"Please… Alejandro…" I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for. I just needed him to give me something. Anything.

"Tapping out already?" he teased, his smirk deepening as he watched me squirm.

"Fuck you," I snapped, panting. Desperate. Daring him to do something, anything, to make me come.

His eyes darkened, his gaze sharpening. "Easy now. Don't tempt me to push my cock into that tight virgin pussy."

The words made my pussy clench. I was dripping wet, the ice already gone.

Without warning, he slid his index finger inside me. His thumb circled my clit, slow and deliberate. He leaned up, pulled my nipple into his mouth, and sucked, his eyes never leaving mine.

The orgasm came fast, heavy, breathless. I felt it building higher and higher inside me.

He slid in another finger, curling both deep inside me, hitting the spot that made everything explode.

"Oh yes. Right there," I moaned, my hips grinding against his fingers, lost in the pleasure, no shame left.

He fucked me with his fingers, hard and fast, his thumb never leaving my clit.

He bit down on my nipple gently, just enough to make me gasp. "Cum for me, mía," he whispered against my skin. "Let me taste what you've been saving."

His words went straight to my pussy. I couldn't hold back anymore. My walls clamped down around his fingers. My back arched. I came, my body shaking with the force of it.

My wrists pulled at the restraints, but I couldn't stop moving. Couldn't stop moaning.

"There it is," he groaned, his face between my thighs again. "Good girl. Good slut for me."

He licked me clean, savoring every drop. His tongue was firm, greedy, possessive.

When he looked up again, licking his lips, I was turned on all over again.

When he was satisfied, he unclipped the handcuff from the headboard. My shoulders ached, and my hands felt stiff from the restraint, but I barely noticed. My legs were still hooked apart, my body exposed, sensitive, and flushed with need.

Alejandro knelt on the bed, his heavy cock in hand as he began stroking it slowly right in front of my face. I watched the pre-cum drip from the swollen tip, and my mouth watered. I was hungry for it. I wanted to taste every inch of him.

He rubbed the thick head across my lips, groaning when I parted them slightly. The heat from my breath blew against his skin, and he twitched in my face.

"Open up wider for me, carina," he commanded, his voice rough and dark.

I obeyed, opening my mouth for him. He slid his cock into my mouth, thick and hot, and pushed deeper until he hit the back of my throat. He wasn't even fully inside, and already my eyes began to water from the stretch.

"You good, lil mama?" he asked, pausing just enough to give me breath.

God, I wanted him to call me that all the time. I nodded, eager, and began to move my head up and down his length, the slick of my saliva easing the friction beautifully.

"Yes… take my cock in your mouth. Just like that," he breathed.

His thumb rubbed gently over my cheek and along my chin, tender despite the way he filled my mouth. His other hand found my nipple and rolled it between his fingers.

I moaned around him, the vibrations traveling through his cock. My hand slid between my thighs, fingers seeking my clit again, desperate for more.

But he caught my wrist and guided it up, wrapping both my hands around the thick base of his cock where my mouth couldn't reach. I stroked the rest of him as he began to thrust slowly into my throat.

His fingers wove into my hair, holding the back of my head and guiding each motion. "Ahh… such a perfect mouth," he groaned.

When I adjusted to his size, he began to move faster. Each thrust pushed deeper, and I gagged softly, my throat stretched wide. The only sounds in the room were wet, messy slurps, the strain of my moans around his cock, and his quiet, desperate groans above me.

"Such a good girl for me. Fuck, Alannah," he grunted, thrusting faster now, his hips jerking forward.

"You're gonna make me cum, baby," he panted, his head falling back as his release built.

"Ugh, yes…" he moaned, his cock throbbing against my tongue.

At the peak of his orgasm, he pulled out of my mouth. Thick spurts of cum spilled across my face and breasts, warm and heavy. His eyes were hooded with lust as he watched every drop mark me.

I swallowed the taste he left behind. His thumb gathered the sticky mess on my face and pushed it into my mouth. I sucked on his thumb the same way I had sucked his cock, slow and filthy, locking eyes with him.

When I looked down, I saw that he was still rock hard. Good.

Because I wanted him to pound into my pussy and make me cum all over again.