Delgano: A Dark Contemporary Interracial Romance

She changed directions, her hands moving lower until she was cupping his dick through his pants. Like magic, sorcery, and witchcraft, he nodded, agreeing to her request without considering any more fighting.

“Stand at the edge of the bed,” she whispered.

He stood as if she’d left markers on the floor. As she released the button and slid down the waistband to his pants and boxer briefs, she kept her eyes locked on his.

Then, she slowly undressed.

The entire time, he held his breath.

She leaned toward his erection, but he caught her by the chin and tilted her face upward. For a few brief moments, he didn’t say a word, barely blinking as he stared into her eyes.

“Adrían, please.”

“Please, what?”

She blinked twice.

He released her chin.

She wrapped her hands around the base of his shaft and swallowed him without hesitating. The sight of her bobbing head in the middle of her soft, exposed breasts made him have to clench his jaw to avoid coming too soon.

“Lie back, Sayeda.”

She knew what he wanted. Still, she refused to give it to him, choosing instead to bob faster. Suck harder. So, as her punishment, he held her head in place and thrust.

She gagged.

Coughed.

“Again.” She cleared her throat. “Do it again.”

“Are you keeping me from my pussy?” He thrust between her lips. “Querida, my mouth is watering for you.”

This time, without the element of surprise, she handled it much better. She braced herself by gripping his thighs, and he moved, slickness coating his shaft, until he released a low moan and exploded inside her mouth like dynamite.

If she wasn’t sure whether she could swallow it all, he didn’t give her much of a choice. He held her in place, grunting and throbbing and spasming until he was done. When she raised her head, his release spilled from the corners of her mouth and down over her bottom lip onto her breasts. The sight nearly made him come all over again.

“I’m sorry,” he offered. “I didn’t mean to…I apologize if that was too aggressive.”

She sucked at her lips. “I think I liked it.”

It shouldn’t have surprised him. This was the same woman who had looked at him, as he held a knife to her throat, like she was about to climax at that very moment.

“I’m so wet,” she added. “I think I really liked it.”

He lay on the bed. “Come to me, Sayeda. I shouldn’t have to tell you what I want.”

She crawled on all fours and positioned her body so that the soft bud of her clitoris met his tongue, her knees on either side of his head.

Her moans and gasps filled the room.

He growled at her to stay still so he could suck her clit and barked at her to angle her body so he could spear her with his tongue.

“Wait, wait.” She lifted her body off his lips. “It’s not enough to listen.”

Grunting, he raised his head and trapped her in place by burying his tongue inside her until she broke free and had to rise higher.

She turned around.