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He rides me through it, his thrusts never faltering. He draws out my pleasure, wringing every last bit of it from my body until I'm completely spent.

He slows his pace as I come down, and then he stills, his cock buried deep inside me.

I'm a boneless heap on the bed, my body humming with pleasure, my mind a blissful blank. I've never felt so satisfied, so completely and utterly sated.

I open my eyes, and the sight of him above me, his chest heaving, his muscles slick with sweat, is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

He leans down and brushes a soft kiss against my lips. "That," he says, his voice a low rumble, "was a beautiful sight."

I laugh, the sound breathless and a little bit giddy. "I had a pretty great view from here, too."

He chuckles, and the vibration of it travels through me. My pussy tightens around him. "Greedy little minx."

"You have no idea."

"Oh, I'm starting to get an inkling." He kisses me again, this one deeper and more demanding. "But I'm not done with you yet."

My body, which I thought was completely and utterly spent, stirs at the promise in his tone. A fresh wave of desire washes over me, surprising me with its intensity.

"Is that a threat?" I tease, my voice husky.

"It's a promise," he says, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

He pulls out, and I feel the sudden loss of him, the emptiness he leaves behind. But before I can protest, he's flipping me over onto my stomach.

I gasp, my hands flying out to brace myself against the mattress.

He grabs my hips and pulls me up onto my hands and knees, arranging me to his liking.

I look over my shoulder, my black hair falling into my eyes. He's kneeling behind me, his cock hard and ready, a hungry look in his eyes.

He smacks my ass, not hard, but enough to make me jump and a fresh wave of arousal to gush from my pussy.

Chapter Fifteen

Diego

I watch the pink mark bloom on her perfect ass and my cock throbs. I've never wanted a woman like I want her. I've never been so consumed by need.

It's not just about the physical release, not just about the pleasure. It's about her. About the way she looks at me, the way she responds to me, the way she's not afraid to tell me what she wants.

She's a challenge. She's a puzzle. She's a goddess.

And she's mine.

For tonight, at least.

I run my hands over her ass, my thumbs tracing the cleft, spreading her wide. She's so wet, so ready for me, I think, as I watch her pussy clench around nothing. I can't resist leaning down and running my tongue through her folds.

She moans, her head falling forward onto the pillow.

"Mmm," I hum against her, making her gasp.

"You're..." she pants, "insatiable."

"That I am," I say, before I press my tongue inside her.

I only meant to have a quick taste of her, but her taste is so potent right now while she's soft and sensitive from her orgasm. I find myself getting lost in the feel of her and the sounds of her moaning into the pillow.