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Maria hadn’t expected you to be home for another two hours, as she usually gets home first from a long day’s work. Today, though, must have been her lucky day coming home to a clean house, you in her favorite lingerie set, with dinner set and served on the dining room table. She notices you haven’t yet seen her. “Woah,” she mumbles low enough not to distract you from preparing the scene. “Beautiful.”
She couldn’t help but admire your effort. Something she appreciates about you – your enthusiasm through your efforts never fails to bring a smile to Maria’s face. Especially when you are in a form-fitting set of red lace that she picked out for you in Victoria’s Secret. You still remember how she never left her eyes from that set no matter how many times you’d both circled the store.
You go to pour the wine – the finishing touch to the meal – but are held by slowly creeping arms around you, accompanied by a soft kiss on your head. “Everything is beautiful, mami. What’s the occasion?”
You giggle at her words. “You are the occasion, querida. I got home early and decided you deserved an award for your hard work these few weeks. Don’t think I haven't noticed.”
You grin as kisses travel from your neck to your lips. “Te amo, mi amor,” you hum.
“Mucho, baby,” she breathes out. “Put down the glasses. I want to thank you.” Her voice sends shivers down your spine.
“Later.” You turn to peck her lips. “First, you need to eat this amazing meal I have cooked for us because I am starving.”
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“Dinner was amazing, baby,” she says. She grabs the plates from the table and places them in the sink.
“Thank you. Now,” you open the refrigerator, searching for something else. “What for dessert? There’s cheesecake, ice cream, oh, and there’s still leftover birthday cake from my cousin’s party.”
“I want you.” Her voice is low and sultry in your ear. Unquestionably forward. “You said later. I think it’s time. What do you think?” As she leaned in closer to you, you felt the bulge in her pants against your back. You gasped, not expecting her to be this prepared for you.
Not able to form words, you gulp. She moves your hair aside, attacking your neck, leaving love bites as she makes her way to your pulse point. You moaned at the sudden pain. “Bed… please,” you asked. “Maria.”
She tsked at her name. “You know that’s not what my name is. Not when you’re my toy.” She continued her attack, only going harder and more sporadic with her mouth.
“Please, Papi,” you whined.
You felt her grin against your skin. “Better,” she stated. She picked you up, placing you atop the kitchen island. Before you could say or do anything, her lips were attached to yours. The kiss wasn’t hard, as they normally were in this situation. Rather, it was soft. Gentle. She placed her hands on your cheeks, guiding your head through the kiss. When she detached from your lips, she looked into your eyes, the gentleness that had just left your lips was now evident in her eyes. “I take care of you tonight. Claro?”
You nod.
With that, her eyes grew dark. Her hands clasped to your legs, as they wrapped around her torso. Maria pulled you from the countertop, heading to the bedroom of your shared apartment. Your lips connected to her neck as she made her way to the bed. When you made it to the bedroom, she made no waste of time, dropping you on the bed. “I said it’s your night.”
“But, I want to touch you,” you whined. “I’m not selfish.”
She grabbed hold of your chin, pulling your head to look at her. “Sometimes you need to be selfish. Now,” she lowered herself so her face was near yours. You felt her breath against your skin. “Lay down. Spread your legs. Papi needs to see your pussy.”
You knew better than to disobey Maria when she was Papi.
You admit the nickname was used as a joke one day out with your friends, referring to Maria as your “Papi” when she lowered her voice, mocking a man who had asked for your number. You will never forget how Maria charged for you once the door closed when you came back that day.
Now, however, it was second nature when you were being fucked. Sometimes she’ll allow a slip-up, calling her by her name. Tonight, though, you don’t dare take the risk.
Maria groaned as she undressed herself. Her bulge grew bigger as she stroked herself, her eyes never leaving yours. At this point, your clit was throbbing. Maria noticed how your hands traveled around your chest. Every few seconds, your hands started to reach for your intimate, hoping for the stimulation you yearned for. “Maria,” you breathed out.
Maria grew closer. She towered over your body. Her hand drew itself hard against your pussy. “What did you just call me?”
“Please. I need you.”
Maria held her member, only pressing her tip against where you needed her most. This drew whines from your mouth. Much to her dismay, this satisfied you. Unlike the punishment she expected this to be. You moved your hips, hoping it would rush the process of her pounding into you. Her hands quickly latched onto your hips, pinning them down. Maria lowered her head, her lips close to your ear. “You call me by my name, or you won’t get anything. ¿Lo entiendes?”
Her teeth tugged at your earlobe. “Now what’s my name, princesa?”
You find a firm grab of her hair. Your voice wasn’t above a mumble. You wanted Maria to hear your frustration. “Papi, please. Fuck me.”
She kissed you. This kiss, much different from the one in the kitchen, was hard. Hungry. Greedy. Once she left your lips, she made sure to substitute that satisfaction with something much better: her cock. She rammed into you. No lubricant, other than the little contact with your juices against her tip. Your head fell back, and your back arched. Moans filled the room as her speed grew. She knew you wanted her. She needed to show you that she needed you.
“Que bonita. Sólo mía, mi amor,” she said. Her words never failed to send you over, this time especially. Maria knew this. How she could easily get you soaked just by her words. Her compliments. Her truth. You were hers. No one else’s. Her lips found your lips again, as she continued to thrust herself into you.
“Papi,” you whined. “Slower, please. I’m too close.”
Her smile grew. “It’s okay, mami. You can cum. We have all night.” Her hand traveled to your clit. Her fingers drew fast circles against the pulsating bud. Your mouth fell open as her pace only increased. “Fuck, Y/N,” she moaned. This was it. Her voice; her pace. Everything was perfect. Your body surged against the Latina. Your hands instinctively grabbed onto her arms, as they grabbed onto you. Maria kept up her thrusts, fucking you through your orgasm.
When she noticed your end, she slowed down until she came to a complete stop. Her lips made their way from your chest to your lips. “What do you need, baby? Break or more?”
You gathered your breath. “One more, Papi,” your voice was hoarse. “Your mouth, please.”
Maria smiled again. “Claro, mi amor.” She lowered herself, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your chest and torso. Her hands found home against your breasts. You arched into her touch, letting her know you needed more from her. “Así,” she purred. “Just like that.” Her mouth attached to each. Her tongue drew circles against your nipples. You moaned as her teeth rewarded you, biting down on each nipple. Your hands traveled to her hair, pulling every few seconds, showing your satisfaction. “Papi,” you moaned. “So good.”
Her mouth traveled down, leaving pecks until she found contact with your front. Her hands met your thighs, holding them apart. You moved your hips, successfully making contact with her lips. She continued her series of open-mouthed kisses, only now beginning them into your heat. Her tongue found a home in your folds, pushing into you as you ground into her. As her tongue continued into you, her nose made itself the friction against your clit. One of Maria’s hands moved slowly to replace her nose. You quickly took hold of her hand, however. “No,” you breathed out. Another gulp followed. “No fingers yet… Feels… so… good.”
Maria shifted in technique, showing affection to your clit with her tongue. Your hands tangled in her hair. You lifted your head, wanting to see her working on you. “Look at me.” She complied. Her dark eyes grew darker as she did. Her licks became sucks to your clit, which sent you into overdrive. Your moans grew louder, as did your grasp of her hair. “Fingers. Now!” you yelled.
She quickly plunged two digits into you, making sure to curl them into your G-spot. You pulled her hair, not harshly, but enough to get her attention. She continued her attack into you. You pulled her face to yours, connecting your mouths. Maria felt you tighten around her fingers, as she steadied her pace.
Without verbal warning, your body convulsed again. This high was longer than the last, and only matched the amount of juices that spilled from you. Maria discarded her digits from your core. She was sure to present them to you before you took them into your mouth. Your taste drew a moan from Maria and yourself. “Good, baby,” she praised. “Very good.”