Mantis

1. Meet Paulina

Hello :) I'm really glad you chose my book and want to dedicate your time to it. I hope you'll have enjoyable moments with it.

The original version of this book is written in Polish by me, but I thought that English-speaking readers might also want to read it. That's why I decided to translate it. I'm not a native speaker, so it's quite possible that you'll find some errors and shortcomings in the text, but I hope that won't discourage you.

Enjoy your reading! :*

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The guy, whose name had long slipped my mind, squeezed my buttocks tighter and mumbled something in Spanish, but so indistinctly that I couldn't tell what, and then he lifted me up from my knees and pulled me towards the bed.

- Will you kiss him? - he panted in English, because although I knew Spanish, I hadn't told him about it.

I smiled at him coyly. He was really handsome. And almost as naive. And in love with himself.

- I'll get there,- I lied smoothly, looking at his manhood, then I grabbed his cock in my hand and started pleasuring him.

The guy let out a loud sigh of relief and leaned his head back, surrendering to the pleasure. He thrust his hips towards me and grabbed me by the blouse.

- Show me your tits, - he whispered, almost undressing me with his hot gaze.

I sent him a saccharine smile, then interrupted the rhythmic movements of my hand on his dick and undressed as he desired. His eyes immediately ignited with desire. He reached out towards my bust, but I stopped his hand and wagged my finger at him with a indulgent smile on my lips.

- Don't touch, - I crooned in a melodious voice, as if I were speaking to a child sneaking candies despite a clear prohibition. - Everything in its own time.

The Spaniard looked at me with a slight reproach, but politely withdrew his hand and sank back onto the pillows. Meanwhile, I once again took his erect penis in my hand and began to stimulate it with increasingly rapid movements up and down, bringing him to a rapidly growing euphoria. The guy looked at me as if I were the eighth wonder of the world, and I stared back at him, caressing his penis with such care as if I were about to reach the peak of ecstasy myself.

- Take it in your mouth. I'm about to come - he whimpered with a slightly hoarse voice, tinged with a pleading tone that sounded like the most beautiful music to my ears. He probably tensed every muscle in his beautifully sculpted body. I continued to caress his manhood for a moment longer, and when it hardened even more, I stopped abruptly.

The Spaniard lay still for a few seconds, then looked at me with heated eyes.

- Not yet. Just a little longer - he whimpered, grabbing my wrist and pulling it towards his penis.

I didn't move my hand an inch towards him, and the Spaniard stiffened.

- What's wrong? - he asked, his gaze wandering distractedly over my face and décolletage. - Do you prefer me to come inside you?

In response, I shook my head, raising one corner of my mouth in a mischievous smile. Ah, men. So powerful, yet so simple and predictable.

- I don't want you to come at all - I murmured, smiling devilishly.

Confusion appeared on the Spaniard's face.

- What?! Then why did you start?