Crave For You

Gabriel

Magnifico

Her body. My bed. That's what I call a dish well-served. You can taste the flavors on your tongue before the appetizer.

I plan to serve tonight—both her and me.

Sofia's naked body moves like an art piece come alive. Shimmering olive skin, wet hair tangled, dewy eyelashes hiding the green pupils as she sits on her knees, hands on her thighs, smirking at me. She sucks on her bottom lip and my cock nearly kills itself with the rush of blood. It has been hard even after coming inside her. The moisture between her thighs is still fresh. The dried streaks of my cum linger on her skin.

With a feral hunger, I grab her ankles, dragging her close. She lands on her back, fisting my sheets as I dangle her ass by the edge of the bed, parting her legs. The pink flesh beckons me—taunting a sinner to his loveliest sin. I dive down, licking a path flat from one hole to another, tasting the sweetness that keeps testing my limits.

"Gabriel!" Sofia's cries are music. Her hips buck as I devour her pussy, placing her calves over my wet shoulders.

I place my nose against her slit, inhaling the scent that drives me mad. "You better tell me now if you're an angel sent by God, mia cara, before I commit an irredeemable sin."

"Gabriel..." she pants. "Per favore..."

Her fingers come down to fist my hair, the sensation of her blunt nails dragging along my scalp fueling me. Fuck sins! She is my angel. God knew what risk he was taking when he let our lives collide.

I bury my face between her thighs, my hands on the outside of her flesh pulling her legs closer to trap myself in between. There is darkness but my tongue has found the sweet spot it sought. I dip inside, thrusting into her with the tip. Sofia meets my movements, taking her pleasure from me as she rides my face. She is beautiful this way—when she takes control. I want her to experience how powerful she could be.

With a reluctant noise, I drop her legs, pulling away. Her eyes widen as I join her in the bed. She rises, expecting me to take her now but I have other plans.

I lie down on the bed, grabbing her hips and forcing her thighs apart. She gasps, finding balance by placing her hands on my chest as she looks down at me.

Dios... she is perfect. Her dark beautiful hair falling over us, her nipples—the brown tips over full tits. I twist one and she throws her head back, dragging her dripping center over my chest.

"This, baby..." I grin like a fool, massaging her tits like they were made for me. Some day, my child would be licking sweet milk from them not knowing their father has already had the first taste. "Whose tits are these, Sofia?"

"Yours..." she moans, dragging herself over the base of my cock, seeking friction.

My body reacts, my length hardening until it aches to be someplace tight and moist. I long to be inside her. Yet, I long for something else first—to make her know that she owns me, all of me.

"Sit on my face," I command, sliding my hands down to her hips and pulling her closer.

I'm ready for if she resists. Most girls do.

She doesn't. She obeys me as if my orders are her salvation. She crawls up my torso, hovering her cunt right over my nose. I taste the sweetness as it drips from her right over my lips.

"Closer," I beg.

She doesn't sit right away. Instead, she pulls back, sending a rush of panic as I watch that needy cunt move away from my line of sight. Before I can voice out my disappointment though, she turns around, then sits on me, in a position that has her lips blowing over my greedy cock.