Our world

6

Chapter contains: explicit sexual content, huge segment of smut, and Intoxication.

Chapter 6

I attempt to control my erratic breathing as I sit, pleading. "Miguel, seriously, please. I just want to find Richard. I don't do any of this. I'm begging you."

He wears a contemplative expression before finally making his decision. "Fine. But don't tell Richard about this, or I'll fucking kill you, perra. And don't think you're safe either." He exits the room, laughing.

Confusion floods my mind, and suddenly everything goes blank. I can barely think, barely breathe, and I can't comprehend what the hell just happened. This man is sick.

Trying to push this out of my mind, I regroup with Raquel before attempting to search for Richard again.

When I finally find him, he's surrounded by two friends, cracking jokes and drinking from Henny bottles. Boredom sparks a mischievous idea in my mind; I'll lure Richard into the bathroom. The anticipation races through me, and I can't be patient any longer. It feels like I haven't seen him all night, and I miss him.

I walk up to him, tiptoe to his ear level, and lean in to whisper, "come with me."

"Oh, I like where this is going."

I stare into his eyes and bite my lip, suppressing a giggle.

He leaves his friends in the kitchen and follows me to the bathroom. Once we're inside, we hungrily make out. I find myself getting aggressive, wanting him to rip off my clothes. He's never seen this side of me before, but he matches my intensity, becoming more aggressive than I am. Our lips remain intact as he yanks my skirt off, closing the gap between us.

I tug the hem of his shirt over his head, finally breaking the kiss to focus on removing his clothes.

Before long, we're both naked. He strokes himself a few times before positioning himself between my legs; no condoms, just the usual sex.

The feeling of him entering me is indescribable, a never ending sensation that ties our souls together. He sucks on my breasts, leaving a hickey, marking me with his love.

I bite my lip, gasping, "Kiss me."

His eyes meet mine, his brow slightly furrowed. My actions might make him think he's doing something wrong, but he isn't. I'm in paradise.

Without hesitation, he leans in to kiss me again. Each thrust sends me backward, the sink thumping against the wall with a loud thud.

"Mmm, you're so good at this." I throw my head back in pleasure as he drives himself into me, his fingers digging into my thighs while my nails scratch his shoulders.

He smirks. "Look at you being a good slut."

That tone. Those words. I love it when he talks to me like that. My moans and gasps like music to his ears as I roll my hips against him.

As he goes deeper, a slight pain begins to creep in, but I want it. In fact, I crave more.

Soon, a powerful sensation rushes over me, a heated feeling in my abdomen as my legs start to tremble. Soon enough, we both climax.

But did he think that was it?

I hop off the sink counter and turn to face him, suddenly dropping to my knees. I reach for his cock, still hard and ready.

He didn't say a word about it, he just let me do whatever I wanted. But once I took his manhood into my mouth, I started sucking uncontrollably, driven by the desire to please him and see that intoxicating sight of his head thrown back as he moaned my name. Ironically, he yanked my hair back and forced his cock down my throat.