Anything He wants

SADIE

Miguel is looking at me like he wants to throw me on the table and have me for supper. God, that look of his is going to be the end of

me. His eyes are so dark they’re practically black, and they are full of heat right now. I’d nearly lost it on the dance floor when he’d pressed his hard cock against me. Just the memory of it has me all hot and bothered.

I’m momentarily distracted from the ache in my pussy by the huge pan of food in between us. It’s laid out decoratively with shrimp and mussels forming a circle on top of the rice with a few lemon wedges. My stomach growls at the sight of it, making Miguel let out another soft laugh.

“I want to satisfy all your appetites,” he says, filling a plate for me. “Let’s start with food.”

I take the heaping plate from him and wait until he’s served himself before taking a bite. I let out a small groan of pleasure when my taste buds spark to life. He raises an eyebrow at me, and the heat in his eyes has my pussy so wet I’m afraid I’ll leave a stain on the chair.

“I love how you always make it obvious when you enjoy something. It makes me curious about what other noises you’ll make, especially when you don’t feel the need to muffle them,” he says with a wicked grin.

My face heats up to an uncomfortable degree when I remember how he was right outside my door after I’d made myself cum in the bathtub. I knew he’d heard me!

“I’m not sure what you mean,” I say, hoping I’m somehow mistaken.

He leans in closer, and when he speaks his voice is low and sexy and just the sound of it is about to make me cum.

“I know you were fucking yourself, Sadie. I heard your muffled scream and the splash of water as you fingered yourself. Tell me, did you use one finger or two?”

I’m so stunned that it takes me a second to say anything. “Two,” I finally whisper.

The grin he gives me is downright sinful. “Good girl. What did you think about?”

“You, I always think about you.”

“You’ll have to be a bit more descriptive than that. Tell me what you imagined me doing to you.”

“You were bending me over the bed. Your hands were gripping my hips so hard that I couldn’t move. All I could do was lay there while you fucked me hard and fast.”

I can’t believe I told him that, but there’s something about the way he’s looking at me that makes it impossible to lie. He lets out a small groan at my words and I can see his knuckles whiten from how tightly his fist is clenched.

“What were you doing outside the door?” I ask, voicing the question I’ve been most curious about.

His dark eyes bore into mine before I saw his lips quirk up in a devilish grin. “I was jerking off with a pair of your panties.” He gets a spoonful of paella, but before he brings it to his mouth, he says, “It was a thong, pink and lacy. The feel of it dragging along my cock was pure heaven because I knew they were the same ones you’d had pressed against that perfect pussy of yours. I came all over them, soaked them actually, just like I want to do to every inch of your body.”

He says it so calmly, so matter of fact, and when he’s done, he brings the spoon to his mouth and closes his eyes in appreciation.

I can’t take my eyes off him and the way his jaw is working as he eats, the way his Adam’s apple moves when he swallows, everything about him is so damn masculine and sexy. When he opens his eyes, he sees me staring at him and smiles.

“Delicious,” he says.

All I can think about is how much I wish his head was between my thighs right now. Judging by the way he’s looking at me, he’s thinking the same thing. I try and focus on my meal, but it’s not long before I’ve slipped my foot out of one heel and am toeing my way up his shin. He doesn’t say anything, just eyes me curiously. Our table is small enough for me to be able to run my foot along his thigh, and I accidentally drop my spoon with a loud clatter when I hit his very large, very hard cock.

I look around embarrassed at the attention I’ve brought our way, and when I look back at Miguel, he’s giving me a gorgeous smile that’s clearly showing the dimple I love so much on his cheek.

“Careful, little one,” he warns. “Make sure you can handle it before you start teasing me.”

I’m too far gone to listen to wisdom, so instead I smile and run my foot over the hard length of him. God, he feels good. The idea of all that being inside me has me nearly panting and drooling at the table.

When I keep teasing him, he says, “Just remember that I did warn you, my sweet girl.”

I push his warning aside again. I’m too addicted to the feel of his cock beneath my foot. Slipping out of my other heel, I bring both feet up so I can tease his dick even more. His jaw is clenched so tightly I’m worried he may crack a tooth, and if it wasn’t for the waitress showing up right at this exact moment, I’m not sure what would’ve happened.

Miguel speaks to her in Spanish never taking his eyes off mine. She disappears and then quickly reappears with the bill. He doesn’t even glance at the charge, just hands her a card and then signs the receipt she brings back to him. Handing her a generous tip, he stands and grabs my hand, pulling me up as soon as I’ve slipped my heels back on.

Without a word, he leads me out of the restaurant and to the waiting car. He says something to the driver that I don’t catch, not that I’d understand it if I did, and then helps me into the back. Once we’re alone, he grabs onto me, and in one quick motion, I’m laying across his lap with his cock pressing into my stomach. He wraps one hand around the back of my neck, keeping me in place, and traces a line up my legs with his other one. I’m already moaning by the time he gets to my inner thighs.

“You have so much to learn, little one,” he says, brushing my skirt up so my ass is on full display.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“You’d better teach me then,” I say, making him laugh.

“Oh, believe me, I will.”

I gasp in shock at the sound of the sharp smack echoing in the back of the car and then groan a second later when the pain hits my ass. Before I could even think to say anything, he smacked my other cheek. I try to lift my head, but he just tightens his grip around my neck, holding me still as he smacks my ass a couple more times.

Tears prick my eyes, and I swear he’s even harder now than when he first put me on his lap. His fingers dance along my stinging skin, and I’m surprised at the jolt it sends to my pussy. When he traces his finger along my sopping-wet slit, I let out a moan and arch my hips up for him.

I hear the grin in his voice when he says, “Your ass looks amazing covered in my handprints.”

He slides a finger under my thong and slips it inside me.

“Oh god,” I moan as he slowly starts to finger me.

“Your wet pussy is dripping all over me,” he says, and I moan at how strained his voice sounds. “You fuck yourself in my tub, tease me at the restaurant, and then ruin my pants.”

“I’m sorry,” I whimper as he starts to rub my clit very slowly.

“Sorry doesn’t take the pressure off my cock, now does it?”

I barely have enough brain power left to form thoughts, but I manage to gasp, “I’ll make it better. Please let me make it better for you.”

He slides his fingers in another excruciatingly slow circle around my clit.

“And how will you do that?”

“Fuck,” I gasp when he rubs me harder.

“Oh, we’ll be doing that, but not yet. What are you going to do for me, Sadie, right now?”

I’m so close to cumming, and when I start to move my hips even more, his finger stills, waiting for me to answer his question. All I can think about is getting his thick cock inside me. If my pussy can’t have him yet, then at least my mouth can.

“Let me suck your cock, Miguel,” I whimper as he gives my clit a sharp tap.

He pulls me back up, and I move so I’m straddling him. His dark eyes bore into mine. Gripping the back of my neck again, he pulls me in close. We’re so close we’re almost touching, and the feel of his breath on me mixed with the heat in his eyes has me moving my hips against the hard length of him.

My lips part, and I let out a soft moan when he runs his tongue along my bottom lip before giving it a hard suck. He does the same thing to my top lip, and by the time he presses his lips to mine, I know I’ll never be the same again. There’s no going back to the me I was before this night. I am Miguel’s. He possesses all of me, and I can only open myself to him and hope he doesn’t destroy me.

I cup his face as he deepens our kiss, needing to feel him and wishing our bodies were even closer. His tongue and lips tease me until I’m shaking on top of him with need.

He pulls back, running his thumb over my bottom lip.

“I want to see those beautiful lips wrapped around my cock.” There’s a wicked glint in his eye when he says, “Get on your knees, Sadie, and open wide.”