I shook my head, but she cut it off with more pressure against the sides of my throat. I gasped, letting the rush fill my bones.

“Ask papi very nicely, maybe in Spanish–you know Spanish, si?” she brushed her lips against my jaw, “And I’ll fuck your pretty little ass until you’re crying for me. Would you like that?”

I gripped her wrist trying to ground myself, to find some semblance of sanity left. I couldn’t think in English, let alone the broke ass Spanish I did know. But I could practically feel her inside of me already. I could feel the stretch and burn of something filling me.

Valentina straddled my legs, letting me grind against her still. Her hand let up, giving me more blood flow, before she let her fingers trail down to my uniform tank. I lifted, letting her slip it off of me so fast I barely had a second to catch my breath before I was back on the bed, writhing beneath her.

“Por favor papi,” I tried kissing her, but she held me back with her hand on my chest as she kissed her way down, “Fuck me in the ass, please?”

Her mouth found the pearly gems shot through my nipples. Her lips were soft as she kissed each one delicately, “In Spanish.”

“Dámelo me culo, papi. Please.” I begged.

My hands gripped inside her hair, but she didn’t care. She didn’t let anything stop her as she sucked each of my nipples into her mouth, her tongue flicking against the hard, sensitive flesh. The alternating between hot and cold as she switched from one to the other was maddening, but I held still for her, as still as I could anyway.

“What a good girl, tanto bueno por papi, si?”

I nodded, frantically, ready for her to be inside of me. My hips twitched as she pulled herself away like they were trying to follow her. She swatted at my hip, pulling against the shorts that hid me from her view. I threw them off the bed, towards whatever available surface they decided to land on.

“On your hands and knees.” I jerked, a small yipping noise coming from my mouth when she slapped my ass.

She opened the first drawer by my bed. Then the second. On the third she found my personal stash. I risked a peak over my shoulder, trying to see what she was choosing, only to receive a stinging slap when I shifted on my knees.

“Head down on the bed,” she gripped my neck, keeping me in place, “Do not move from here, entiendes?”

I nodded; my breathing heavy as she sorted through the drawer. The anticipation left me aching, the waiting as she shuffled around was agonizing. The time dragged on, scraping against the ground, reluctant and skidding between my thoughts. I squirmed in my spot, and nearly jumped when I felt her finger run up and down my exposed slit.

“Tan cachonda." she curled a finger into me, spreading the wetness I could feel dripping down to my clit. My hips jumped at the action, making me moan, “Oh, do you feel that muñequita? So wet for me.”

She ran a slick finger over my asshole. The telltale click of a lube cap popped before she was easing her way into me. My fingers gripped the sheets under me. The lube was cold, but I bit down on a stuffie next to my pillow groaning around the soft fabric when she added another finger.

Her thin, slick fingers were replaced by an equally slick, but much thicker toy. I gasped against the tight ridging, knowing right away which one she had decided to use. It tapered, a monster dick that I had bought as a gag and wound up becoming my favorite, especially when Bryce was inside of me, holding my head as he pushed the thick shaft in my mouth.

I melted into the bed, unable to do anything but breathe in shallow little pants that left my head reeling at the thought of the two of them tag teaming, fucking each of my holes and leaving me satisfied.

“Such a good muñequita. Taking papi so well, but I promised you would cry, didn’t I?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“That’s right,” she thrust the toy further. The wide bottom spread me so wide I pushed myself to my elbows, but Valentina didn’t let me up. She knocked my arm out from under me and pushed my head down, “Don’t misbehave. You were told not to move.”

My breath caught in my throat at the feel of her. Valentina didn’t let up, she plunged inside of me, thick, heavy, and full. Her movements grew faster and my hips began to move with her.

I felt the heat building in my toes, the tight aching of my abdomen and muscles before she slowed. She let the feeling dissipate, dissolving away into a harsh sound that I couldn’t stop from escaping my jaw.

“Tell me something, hermosa,” she laughed, that tinkling sound that drove me wild. It shot to the roof, floating back down to my ears like it was meant to be heard with my ass in the air. My body quivered. “Why do you have this Bryce when you could just have us?”

My mind was flipping around in much the same way as my stomach was. I tried to make sense of her question, but it just didn’t compute. She moved faster and the build up didn’t take nearly as long but was twice as devastating when she slid the toy fully from me and slowly entered back with more lube.

“Do you really need him?” She asked.

I whined against my hand, attempting to thrust back into her. She gave me one good slap, the burn of it crackling against my thigh before shoving roughly into me. My chocha felt so empty comparatively. I wriggled and thrust but whatever pace I tried to set she went the opposite or pulled away.

I screamed into the stuffed animal under me, frustrated.

“Answer me, and I will give you what you want.”

“Yes.” I sighed, adjusting my hips, moving my curls off of my face, “I need him.”

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