Butterfly's Year

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.

I wrote the original version of this book in Polish, but I thought that English-speaking readers might also want to read it, so I decided to translate it. I'm not a native speaker so that you may find some errors and shortcomings in the text, but I hope that won't discourage you.

Butterfly's Year is a continuation of Mantis, the first chapter of which you can find below (in the next part, you'll already see the first chapter of "Butterfly's Year"). It is also available in full here on Wattpad. I encourage you to familiarise yourself with "Mantis" before reading the continuation, as this will make the second part more logical and coherent for you. However, if you want to dive straight into "Butterfly's Year" feel free to do so.

Enjoy your reading! :*

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The guy, whose name had long since slipped my mind, squeezed my bottom tighter and muttered something in Spanish, but so indistinctly that I couldn't tell what. Then he lifted me from my knees and pulled me onto the bed with him.

"Will you take it in your mouth?" he exhaled in English because although I knew Spanish, I hadn't told him.

I gave him a flirtatious smile. He was an adorable guy. And almost as green, too. And he was pretty self-absorbed, too.

"We'll get to that," I lied smoothly, looking at his manhood, then grabbed his dick in my hand and started pleasuring him.

The man let out a loud gasp of pleasure and tilted his head back to embrace the sensations fully. He moved his hips towards me and grabbed my blouse.

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

I sent him a disdainful smile and then stopped moving my hand over his cock and undressed as he wanted. His eyes lit up immediately with desire. He reached out to touch my breasts, but I stopped him and gave him a stern look with a smile on my face.

"Don't touch," I warned in a melodious voice as if I were speaking to a child sneaking sweets despite an explicit prohibition. "We'll get to everything at the right time."

The Spaniard gave me a look that seemed to say he was slightly disappointed, but he took his hand away politely and leaned back onto the cushions. Meanwhile, I grabbed his hard penis in my hand and started moving my hand up and down faster and faster, making him reach a state of intense pleasure. The man looked at me like I was the eighth wonder of the world, and I looked into his eyes and caressed his penis as carefully as if I were the one about to reach the peak of pleasure.

"Take it in your mouth. I'll cum in a moment," he groaned in a slightly hoarse voice, sounding like the most beautiful music to my ears. He flexed all the muscles of his well-built body. I kept massaging his manhood for a while, and when it hardened even more, I stopped immediately.

The Spaniard lay still for a few seconds and then looked at me with a passionate gaze.

"Not yet. Just a minute," he gasped, grabbing my wrist and pulling it towards his penis.

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

"What is it?" he asked, distractedly looking around my face and neckline. "Would you rather I come off inside you?"

I shook my head in response, lifting one corner of my mouth in a naughty grin. Ah, these boys. So powerful, yet so simple and predictable.

"I don't want you to come off at all," I muttered, smiling diabolically.