In San Francisco, an important lawyer Madison (27 years old), contemplates ending it all one day, exhausted about everything. This was maybe a sign, as she suddenly meets an incredible man, or so she thought. Madison's fights against her feeling as...
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The night felt electric as we climbed into Javier's car, the air thick with anticipation. We could hardly keep our hands off each other. I found myself straddling Javier, our lips locked in a fervent kiss, my fingers feverishly unbuttoning his shirt and undoing his belt. His breath was hot and ragged against my neck, his hands roaming my body with urgent need.
The car ride seemed endless, every second amplifying our desire. The moment we pulled up in front of Javier's house, he quickly thanked the driver, and we practically fell out of the car, still entwined. We stumbled toward the front door, our steps unsteady from both the alcohol and our fervent kissing. Javier fumbled with the keys, finally managing to get the door open, and we tumbled inside.
We were a flurry of motion, shedding clothes as we made our way through the house. His shirt, my dress, his pants—all discarded in a trail leading to the bedroom. By the time we reached the bed, we were both naked, our breaths coming in heavy gasps. Javier's eyes burned with desire as he grabbed the belt from his discarded pants, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself above me. My breath hitched as he took my hands, tying them to the headboard with the belt. The cool leather pressed against my wrists, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. Javier's gaze was intense as he leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear.
"Now you're all mine," he whispered, his voice a low growl that made my skin tingle.
His hands moved over my body, exploring every curve and hollow with a mix of tenderness and urgency. His fingers found their way to my most sensitive spots, teasing and coaxing moans from my lips.
"Fuck Javi, kiss me," I begged, feeling his fingers moving inside me.
"That's not free my love, you'll have to scream it out," he said, his other hand resting on me to rub my clitoris with one of his fingers. "Scream my name, moan for me baby girl."
My wrists ached from trying to wiggle out of his knot so I could hold on to the sheets. My whole body was moving from the speed with which he moved his fingers inside me.
"I'm going to come."
I closed my eyes arching my back. "I want to feel you," I noticed his tongue replacing his finger, driving me crazy sucking on my clit.
The tension built inside me, and with a final, skilled touch, he pushed me over the edge. "Fuck Peña," my moan rang through the house.
The orgasm ripped through me, leaving me breathless and trembling beneath him. Javier watched me with a satisfied smile, his eyes dark with hunger.
He came back on top of me. "What a good girl," he smiled bringing his face close to mine, bringing his lips together with mine letting me savor my own taste. "You're behaving very well baby."
"Get this shit off me," I moaned moving my hands.
He left a path of kisses from the corner of my lips, down my body to my breasts. "Don't be impatient baby, I have to prove to you that you have no reason to be jealous with me."
His tongue played with my breasts, fluttering my breath as it flicked across my nipples. Then he trailed his way down my abdomen until he left a final kiss on my clitoris. He got down on his knees holding his cock with his hand watching my body.
"You are so fucking perfect, I can't believe I'm so lucky to have you in my bed," he shook his head pulling his body closer to mine.
With the tip of his cock he stroked my pussy slowly until he finally entered me. "Más rápido papi (Faster daddy)," I said surprising him at my Spanish.
"You're learning the good words I see," he winked mischievously at me.
He grabbed my legs to pull them up over his shoulders so he could move faster. His body was already completely sweaty, his dilated black eyes staring passionately at me. I could feel the bed wet under me, because of my previous cum.
My hands hurt from the force with which I was pulling, wanting to free myself from the belt so I could dig my nails into him.
The whole bed was shaking from his strong onslaught. The room was filled with our moans and groans, and the creaking of the bed.
Our movements were fierce and passionate, a primal dance that left us both gasping. The world outside disappeared as we lost ourselves in each other, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. Each thrust, each kiss, each touch was a testament to the intense connection we shared.
I felt the ecstasy return to my body. My muscles tensed, Javier gripped my thighs tightly, increasing his speed.
"Come inside me, I need you," I whispered, clinging to the belt.
Our bodies trembled together, I could feel him all the way inside me. "Holy shit," he screamed so loud that the neighbors might have heard us.
He let out a puff of air, releasing my legs to lie next to me trying to control his breathing. "Would you mind letting me go now?"
A mischievous grin came across his face. "If I leave you tied up I'd have you completely submissive to me all night," he looked up at me, resting one arm on the bed.
"Don't you want to know what I can do to you?," I raised an eyebrow.
He licked his lips, his gaze moving down my entire body and back up to my hands. He got down on his knees beside me and leaned down. "I'll let you free because you've been a good girl."
He caressed my lips with his fingers and then I opened my mouth for him to put them in so I could lick them as he pulled them out again.
He untied the belt freeing my hands, and I immediately stood up. "I'll go take a bath if you want to come," I winked.
"Go warm up the water, I'm going to get some wine," he ran out of the room.
This was more than just a drunken fling. What we had was something real, something worth exploring.
I still remembered that time I said 'I love you' to him. I was really drunk, but I could remember that, and I didn't remember him saying it back. It scared me a bit that he didn't feel the same way about me, he fucked me really good, but that didn't mean that he felt something far from sex.
I was fucking in love with him, even if I didn't show it, and I never thought that I could fall this hard for some guy.
[To be continued...]
[Part 2/2]
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Hi everyone!
As I told you before, I'm working on new things, and I'm planning on uploading a new fic (maybe 2...).
I was thinking of uploading it soon, but I wanted to ask you if you'd like new Pedro fics, I don't want to maybe do a lot of them, I just think I'm getting better at it but anyways.
I'd just love to see what you guys think ;)
Just let me know if it's too much of Daddy Pascal ;)
