Yara |18+|

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YARA

When he slipped out of me, I had the protest on the tip of my tongue. How dare you stop fucking me?

I was already heated and ready to fire it directly at him. To my surprise, the protest died down the second his rough hands clasped around my waist. I gasped, feeling Vico flip me onto my back.

It was quick. So unbelievably sudden. We locked eyes and a lust-filled shiver ran over my spine. Looking at him, I could tell I was in trouble.

He towered over me, standing by the edge of the bed while my hair draped over his sheets. My arms were spread out and I breathed heavily. His gaze was dark and intense, running over my body as if I were his favourite meal.

It was hard to be still. It was even harder to keep my mouth in check when all I needed was to feel him again.

My pussy throbbed like a heartbeat and I nearly let out a whine, the feeling almost unbearable. I wasn't done with him. I wanted more. I needed more.

"You're impatient, aren't you?" he whispered, leaning over me and trapping me underneath his chest.

He had his hands on either side of my head, and I was distracted by how good he looked. His shoulders, his arms—the chain around his neck.

"How can I not be when you're so damn slow?" I murmured.

He chuckled and my teeth sunk into my bottom lip, feeling him line himself up with me. I should learn how to keep my mouth shut.

"This attitude of yours is going to get you in trouble, hermosa," he breathed, his eyes translating how sick he was of me.

When he held my chin between his fingertips, I realised that he was making sure I looked at him when he slammed into me.

I gasped and moan and furrowed my brows, shocked by the suddenness of it but pleased by how utterly and thoroughly good it felt. His face couldn't hide how it felt for him too. He groaned and with parted lips, his eyes fluttered. It didn't end there.

Vico pulled out and with one, quick thrust, he was inside of me again and I had lost officially lost all my sanities. He was getting back at me, and he had his eyes on me the entire time.

I thought he couldn't get any deeper than that, but I was mistaken. Had he been holding back this entire time?

The feeling was new. He stretched me out and had me taking all of him. Even when it felt like I couldn't, all pleasure overwhelmed all feelings of doubt.

"Vico," I grunted, my hands on his chest but I wasn't pushing him away.

He moved, grasping at my wrists and I felt him pin my hands to the mattress above my head. With one hand, he held both of my wrists like it was nothing.

And that's when I knew that Vico truly had been holding back. He rolled his hips and fucked me with no restraint, pulling every possible sound of me. It was hard and rough and filled with impatience. I loved every moment of it. Vico buried his head into my neck and kissed my skin, sparking another form of pleasure.

"Stop moving," he mumbled against me and like the disobedient brat I was, of course I didn't listen.

I wanted to test him.

"Yara," he warned, staring down at me.

Is he getting pissed off?

I stared back at him, deviance written all over my face.

When he chuckled, I knew I was in for a nice, little treat.

"Okay," he said.

With one last peck on my nipple, Vico stood back up. For a second, I thought that was it. This is where it ends. I had irrevocably upset him and he has had enough. At least, that's what I thought.