💮͓̽His Mistress💮

The Language Of Lust.

Content Warning:

This chapter contains explicit sexual content, including dominance/submission dynamics, graphic sexual descriptions, and strong adult language. Themes of power imbalance and emotional vulnerability are also explored.

Reader discretion is advised. This content is intended for mature audiences (18+) only.

💮Raul💮

She was beneath me again, and Dio mio—I'd missed this. Missed her. That familiar scent of chocolate clung to her skin, sweet enough to intoxicate me. She was my favorite addiction.

My lips found hers, molding perfectly, tasting of bubblegum and desire.

Every sigh, every soft gasp she made, poured gasoline on the fire already burning in my chest.

Her body arched beneath me as my hands roamed her silky brown skin, her muscles twitching with every roll of my fingers.

I slid lower, tasting her—memorizing the flavor of her skin like it was mine to own. Because it was. It had to be.

And the way she moaned my name was a melody I could never get tired of. Sweet and filthy.

She tried to break free, probably to tangle her fingers in my hair like she always did when she lost control. But I tightened my hold.

With a swift tug, I tore the white lingerie from her body, revealing her goddess-like curves.

The sight sent a sharp ache through my balls, her perfection overwhelming.

Her nipples stood erect, begging for attention, and who was I to deny them? I swirled my tongue around one hardened peak, rolling the other between my fingers, relishing her shudder.

"Raul," she moaned, her voice a seductive melody that made me want to fuck her senseless.

She squirmed, her body shuddering under every touch.

I marked her skin with bites and kisses, claiming her in ways that wouldn't show unless someone looked closely, her glowing complexion hiding my ownership.

Her moans grew louder as I slid my fingers into her slick heat. Her body writhed, her pussy clenching around me as I curled my fingers inside her. I felt her teetering on the edge.

"I-I'm about to—"

I pulled back, denying her release. A frown creased her face, and I slapped her thigh sharply, the sound echoing.

"Don't even think about complaining, or I'll punish you worse," I growled.

She apologized quickly, her submissive tone making my cock throb—my favorite kind of obedient.

From the very first moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was built for submission—mine and mine alone.

My tongue trailed from her flat abdomen to her waxed pussy, her scent potent enough to dizzy me.

I swirled my tongue through her wetness, savoring her taste.

"Fuck," she gasped, her hands fumbling to grip my hair.

I bit her clit gently, drawing a scream of pleasure.

Holding her thick thighs apart, I devoured her, my tongue exploring every inch, her flavor driving me wild.

She warned me of her climax, and soon her warm release coated my lips and chin.

She gasped, struggling to regain her composure.

"Look at me, Angel," I whispered against her trembling thighs.

Her gray eyes, heavy with desire, met mine as I licked her juices from my lips, watching her lust deepen.