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It was obviously a bad day at work for him, you thought to yourself as you moaned through the gag around your mouth.
Well, most days were bad days, you think and a laugh escapes you. It quickly turns into a gasp as Miguel presses the vibrator harder onto your clit. Your body arches upwards into it and your head rolls back onto the pillow.
"Is there something funny about this?" He growls harshly at your neck before he bites down harder, fangs coming out and digging in a bit in warning. “Do you have something to share, mi amor? Something that’s going to get you in trouble?” Miguel asks as his other hand trails up your body, massaging your breast before he harshly pinches your nipple.
You quickly shake your head, looking up at him with a desperate look in your eyes.
He chuckles darkly at that and a shiver goes down your spine. “That is a lie and we both know it. Such a fucking brat,” his hand warps around your neck, grip tightening. Your breathing comes in quick gasps as he chokes you.
You try to reach a hand up, to touch his hard body, but he swats your hand aside with a glare. “No, you don’t get to touch me right now. Only good girls get to do that.”
Miguel sits back, before harshly pulling you towards him and easily spinning you around, pulling you to lean against his chest.
You have to take a moment to blink through the disorientation. You look up at him questioningly, and he just shakes his head with a smirk.
“Don’t look at me,” he says, grabbing your jaw and making you look forward, "look at yourself." Your breath hitches as you take in the sight before you.
The mirror reflects the dim room, you sitting between Miguel’s legs. He reaches forward, completely encasing you as he grabs the vibrator. He puts it back on your clit and slowly draws small circles, hitting every bit of your already sensitive clit. A groan makes his whole chest rumble behind you. “Yes, just like that baby.” His eyes seem to gleam in the reflection as he looks at your reflection.
Another muffled moan escapes you, and it is all too much. You can’t just look at him teasing you like that. You curl up involuntarily, legs closing and trying to hide your red face in your hands.
“No, mi vida” Miguel says, low but firmly. “We both have a show to enjoy,” his arm slides between yours, forcing your arms down as his feet hook around yours, anchoring them as he spreads your legs wide. “That’s more like it, baby.”
More muffled moans escape you as you thrash a bit, fuck, that sight was way too much.
Miguel easily holds you in place, of course. He chuckles at your futile attempts. “You can’t escape… not that you actually want to.” He says, placing kisses up and down your neck. “You look so sexy like this, baby.”
Miguel puts the vibrator down, replacing it with his fingers. A growl escapes him as you buck up into his hand, causing his fingers to go lower, right to your dripping wet hole. “Mierda,” he bites out, languidly spreading your wetness with his fingers.
His gaze shifts from watching his hand in the mirror to locking eyes with you. Your eyes are wide, begging for more of anything from him.
“Yes, just keep looking at me like that,” he says before he plunges two fingers into you. A loud moan escaping you, as you threw your head back, looking at the man instead of the reflection. His eyes are hazy with lust as he fingers you, a sloppy wet noise accompanies your uneven breathing. “Fuuuck,” he breathes out, biting his lip hard enough to almost break his skin.
You try to moan out his name, you think. It all feels too good, you can’t concentrate. He continues to finger you, thumb moving in rhythm to tease your clit.
Shit, please, you think as you let out an inquisitive moan. You want to cum, he is making you feel too good, but you also want to wait and cum on his cock. You almost wish he didn’t cover your mouth so you can beg for either or put it to good use.
He licks your neck as your gaze drops back down in the mirror, mesmerized as you watch his fingers. They look so shiny and sticky, you know exactly how they would taste if he made you lick them clean. You let out a frustrated noise at that thought.
Miguel chuckles darkly and as if reading your thoughts, he pulls his fingers out with a lewd pop and brings them up to his lips. An evil smirk is on his face as he eagerly licks his fingers clean.
Ooh, that sight is going to kill me, you think as you desperately wish you could clean up the bits on his lips.
“You always taste so fucking good, mi amor,” Miguel says with a moan. At the same time, his free hand has grabbed the vibrator, turning it on and firmly pressing it to your clit. “It’s a shame that you couldn’t taste it right now, but that just means more for me,” he says. "Maybe if you're good, I'll let you clean up my cock after I make you cum."
You vigorously nod your head, tears welling in your eyes as your hips begin to buck wildly, needing more of his words, his touch, his pleasure. Anything he'll give you.
He lets out a deep sigh, knowing exactly what you're thinking. "That's it, princesa. That's what I need you to do." He says as he watches your body move ever towards orgasm.
"Dámelo," he commands, plunging his fingers back into you, fingers easily curling on that spot and attacking it relentlessly.
You scream, as much as you can, as the command you didn't know you were waiting for releases you. Your pussy spasms around his fingers and your body is writhing in his grasp as the orgasm wrecks you.
He whispers in your ear, "Yes, just like that. I can't wait to fill you and feel you cum on me."
You can hardly understand what he's saying, but you know it's hot and you lean back onto him as you come down from the high, body sagging.
"Did you like watching yourself cum?" He asks as he brings the vibrator up and down your thighs, circling close to your center to tease you.
You nod sluggishly, still trying to catch your breath, but it's hard to, especially as he starts to nibble at your ear.
"Look how wet you are," Miguel says, a bit reverently.
You whine as he spreads your still sensitive lips apart. Your face heats up as you can see exactly what he means. So much wetness and you can see it slowly sliding down to the bed.
"I love it when you look like this," he says, "So messy… " his fingers catch more of your wetness.
Your whole body shudders, and you feel a deep ache for him. Orgasms were always very nice, but nothing compared to his hard cock inside of you.
You lock gazes with him again, letting out a pitiful whine, wordlessly pleading for more.
He smirks, shaking his head. "Always so impatient."
Then he shocks you by removing the gag, your eyes widen and you are about to ask why he did so when he puts his fingers in your mouth.
"Suck them clean," Miguel says plainly. No need to give orders.
You let out a loud, completely unmuffled, moan as you eagerly wrap your lips around his fingers. The sharp taste of yourself on his fingers was a pleasant surprise you hadn't been expecting tonight. You swirl your tongue around them, eagerly lapping up as much as you can.
"You almost make me want to change my plans, with how good you're working your tongue."
Eyes flick up to meet his, you give him a seductive look as you slowly lick up his fingers one last time.
Miguel chuckles darkly, "You will still like it, I'm sure. You usually do, don't you?" He asks as he grasps your hips, urging you to kneel.
Still not sure if you're allowed to talk, you bite your lips trying to contain your smile as he moves his legs beneath yours so that you're straddling his thighs.
"Good girl," Miguel practically purrs as he lifts you for a moment. His hand grasps the base of his cock as he tilts it forward, then lowering you back down.
Not on his cock, unfortunately. You let out a whine, grinding your hips up and onto his cock, feeling the veins you desperately want to feel inside you.
"That's it, just keep getting my cock nice and wet, mi vida," he says with a grunt, grasping your hips harshly. "I want my cock ready, because once I start fucking you, I'm not stopping until I cum deep inside you."