Delgano: A Dark Contemporary Interracial Romance

She cupped his balls, and finally, he entered her mouth, this time more smoothly. Soon, she caught a rhythm, and he held back from grabbing the back of her head, knowing how easy it would be to shove himself all the way in.

“There you go, querida.”

The slick noises of her mouth and tongue made his legs want to give out. Hot licks of pleasure eventually forced him to remain still while she worked, fisting the base of his cock and catching him off guard. Then she stroked him with the hand still on his sac. The wet slurps were loud enough to be heard on the other side of the country, and he closed his eyes to savor every sensation.

“Sayeda, Sayeda…” He tossed his head back. “My god, Sayeda.”

She massaged the space just behind his sac, and he saw galaxies. Evidently, she didn’t need much guidance. It was either that or she was some kind of blow job quick study.

“Can you take it hard?” he asked.

Before she could respond, overcome with pleasure, he held her head in place and fucked her mouth.

She took every thrust.

Whenever she moaned, his knees nearly buckled.

“Querida…” He thrust faster. “Querida, I’m about to come.”

With everything inside him, he wanted to release every drop in her mouth, but she wouldn’t be able to handle it with him having been pent up for as long as he had. The last thing he needed was to choke her and scare her away from doing it again or possibly going further.

He pulled out and stroked, his muscles seizing as he came in what felt like thick, endless streams. It was too dark for him to see where any of it went, and based on the strength of every contraction, it was possible that he’d painted her face with a mask of fluids.

For a while, there was only his breathing, which masked his apprehension that he’d just ruined the entire act for her.

“Adrían, it burns.”

“Burns?” He dropped to where he believed her face was. “Where’d it go?”

“In my eyes.”

“Shit.”

“Up my nose.”

“Your nose?”

“In my ears.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I’m not.” She tittered a laugh. “My chest and breasts are covered, though. I kind of like it.”

“You like when I come all over you?” he asked.

“Yes, I think I do. I wanted to try swallowing, but we can do that next time. Do you always come this much?”

“When you are involved, whether in front of me or in my mind. Come on, Miss ‘It Burns.’ And trust me, next time, I will gladly make you swallow.”

“Thank you.”

“Meu Deus…you’re welcome.”

He walked her to the bathroom, waited outside while she cleaned up, and found himself smiling, yet again, when the lights flashed underneath the door. He wanted to see her, see how she looked branded by the evidence of his orgasm as it dripped from the tips of her nipples. For tonight, they managed to avoid the disaster that happened whenever he made it to the penetration stage, but they wouldn’t for long. Not with how he wanted her and how he could sense she wanted him.

The lights turned off.

She exited the bathroom. “All yours. I’ll check on the fondue.”