Re: [Sonrisa] (Adult bedtime)
[He heard the warning in his name on Sam's lips, and he liked it. He liked knowing he was bringing her close to her breaking point like she always did to him. And she was the one who usually won that game, huh? He'd fold before she would. But, Cris was having a good time with the flowers. He laughed, something more like a growl in hollowa throat, when Sam wiggled her ass, and then he made the same sounda self-satisfaction when white fingers constricted on stem. 'Cause she'd forgotten about the flower now, he knew it.
But, his smugness was short-lived. 'Cause, as much as he tried to slow the gringa, with a palm gripping her ass hard, muscles standing out under dark skin as he tried to stop her from fucking herself on him—as much as he tried, it was too much. That single word, one razorwire syllable, broke him. The curled-in tensiona restraint snapped and he fucked her. He didn't have enough brains left in him to remove his hand from her ass and give her clit balm. Nah. Pallid in brainpan, the guy's mind was dead where it sat. Instinct and hunger moved him like it did every fucking predator. He wound sopping blonde around his fingers and palm and winched Sam's head back as he fucked into her. The soundsa his cock pounding into her were violent and bloody and relentless—but fucking slow. Each plungea cock into her starving cunt was its own descent into the cracked altara hell and heaven. He finally let go-a her arms, her skin blanched from his grip, and he smacked her ass hard enough sting his palm. It turned into a crushing grip, and Cris came forward heavy on his knees, cock still pumping in and out of Sam, to breathe hard against the shella her ear and to tell her, like a man who knew his end was coming up quick:] I fuckin' love you.