"And just like the first time, I'll take this chance once again," -J.v.Z

"So, we need to finish what we were doing last time."

I furrowed my brows in confusion as I ran a hand through my freshly dried hair, my silk robe tied around me. "What are you talking about?" I questioned as I walked out of the bathroom, watching as he stared at me, a feral gaze raking me from head to toe. Even if I was afraid because I had done nothing like this before, it was alright because I knew Joaquin had me.

His jaw was taut and suddenly, the atmosphere felt like it was choking me, but in a good way. "Come here, Cheyenne," He beckoned me with his finger and I swallowed, wondering if he intended to put Tomas' words to actions. With a small amount of fear and a large amount of curiosity boiling within me, I took the first step on the carpet, following his finger like some siren's call.

He didn't answer my questions because we both knew where this was going. "I..." I whispered once I was in his space, overwhelmed by the smell of mint and the wrap of his arms tight around my waist as he bound me to him. "What's that, rich boy?" The rest of my tirade was swallowed in the soft press of Joaquin's lips to mine, my own eyes widening in surprise as he caressed my back, committing the touch to memory.

His strong and firm grip, I couldn't resist it. More like, I didn't want to resist it. I could feel a hurricane raging in my stomach and a forest fire blazing in my chest, burning its way through, but I did not have a single care. My shaky hands reached up to bury its fingers into those luscious and smooth locks of Joaquin's, dragging him closer to me. "I need you..." If I wasn't paying attention, I would've missed the tiny mumble that Joaquin let out against my lips.

I rubbed the back of his head and all of a sudden, he deepened the kiss, desperate and hungry, seeking everything he had ever wanted. I stayed frozen for a minute, the intensity shocking me while my brain fucking exploded due to sheer lust. It was messy and it was wet, and the angle was all wrong and crooked and whatnot, but it was everything I had never wanted.

He was the one I really needed.

I could feel my knees shaking as he pulled me onto his lap, slamming me down so that I could feel a large bulge rubbing against my ass. Joaquin let himself go, his hands rubbing down to squeeze my ass, a squeak leaving my mouth, but I was in too deep to care. He squeezed particularly hard, my lips parting to gasp and holy fuck, his tongue surged in to play with mine.

I was goo at this point, unable to form a singular thought. I couldn't breathe, but it was alright. I didn't give a shit what happened if Joaquin could keep doing whatever he was doing with his tongue, pressing against the roof of my mouth, dominating my own. I swore I could taste raspberry inside of his mouth and it was driving me crazy.

He pulled away from me, a line of spit binding us together and suddenly, I found myself beneath him as he slammed me against the bed. His eyes were dilated, blown with need and I gulped, reciprocating that need.

I was left breathing hard, almost crying out as the big man above me leaned up to take his shirt off. My hungry eyes trailed up those sinful legs in them shorts, up to those mouthwatering abs that dripped with the utmost finesse, up to those meaty pecs, those thicks arms and finally, up to that knowing smirk that promised that he was going to take me for everything that I had.

I swallowed the air stuck in my throat as he crawled on the bed, approaching me, eyes slit and narrowed as if he planned to devour me. It wasn't too long before he was hovering over me, staring straight into my eyes with fervor. I could smell his delicious and soothing mint scent as he loomed over me, his pearly whites doing nothing to diminish his hot and brutal masculinity. I could feel my body heating up as we both knew where this was going.

He chuckled darkly as he leaned down kissed down from my ear to my neck, gripping my hips to keep me rooted as I moaned softly. I could feel something inside of me clenching as his deep voice ricocheted throughout my ears. What was this feeling? This was inevitable. This was something we both wanted.

Joaquin pulled back once again and I let out a whine at the loss, realizing that the loud noise was so loud, I could almost kill myself. Before I could even get a grapple on my loosening self-control, he was biting at my neck and I could almost feel the asshole grinning on my throat when I let out a wail of need.

He unraveled my robe, pushing it to the side to let his hands roam all over. The heat of his big palms, the way he was gripping and rubbing at me like he couldn't get enough—shit.

"Fucking hell," He cursed, his voice unhinged as he sucked all the way down my collarbone, leaving behind reminders that he was committing himself to me. I couldn't stop the whimpers that bubbled up from my throat. "Hmm, a vocal one, I see," He teased and through teary eyes, I frowned. His gaze never left mine and I could feel myself hitching a breath at how hot he looked, the animalistic desire morphing his eyes.

His hot hands heated up my sides as his lips latched onto a nipple, inducing a loud moan from me. I arched my back into him as his warm tongue swirled around the bud, odd sensations coursing up my spine. "Joaquin!" He was in between my legs, a knee pressed against my weeping erection. There was absolutely nowhere that I could go, even if I wanted to. His hands stroked my stomach so sensually and it made me lose all rationale I had. He began to grind himself against me, the tent in his shorts rising even more.

My hands ran up and down his body, wanting to feel more of him. I wanted to taste him, I wanted him to crave me as much I craved him. This was so terrifying, diving straight into a cold pool of uncharted territory with no idea of what awaited on the other side. His tongue rolled around my extremely sensitive nub, and I couldn't help but let out a keen mewl as I grabbed at his hair, grinding myself against him.

"That's it, babe," His voice was dark, uttering the most dangerous promises. "Let me hear you." He whispered, tongue coming out to wet my skin as he nipped and nipped, gradually getting lower and lower, his body pinning mine to the bed. "I'll make you beg for me to take you, to make you come undone beneath me, to kiss you, to make you feel like you've never felt before," Brown eyes began to study my face with open curiosity, the orbs hazy with lust and love and something else that made my stomach twist in all of the right ways.

"And then when we're done, I'll make love to you once again just so you know that you deserve all of it."

The tingling in my core began to turn into a throbbing as I nodded, wanting all of what he had promised. "Fuck you, you're turning me on right now," I whispered in a soft tone, biting my lips as my naked erection pulsated with need. Joaquin chuckled darkly as if that was what he intended before moving down my body. My stomach trembled under his touch, anticipating more. His breath tickled as he smirked, his tongue leaving a wet trail as he sucked down my navel, his nails digging into my hips.

"Just looking at you," Joaquin licked his lips, staring at me. "Makes me hard as I don't know what," He shook his head as if he couldn't believe his own words and judging by the blush of my body, I couldn't either.

He held my thighs in his hand as he spread my legs apart, exposing my hard cock to him. "Damn, you're ready for me," His voice was dark and husky and it was sending tremors down my body, threatening to make me cum right here and right now. He kissed along the skin of my thighs, tickling sensations washing over me.

"Open your mouth," Joaquin all but demands and I complied, two of his fingers latching onto my tongue. "Suck," A part of me knew what was going to happen after this, and I hated myself for knowing. I sucked haughtily on those fingers, moaning and lathering them up, drenching them in saliva.

Joaquin grunted, looking pained as he removed them, tending back to me. And then I felt it. A lone finger. He nudged my legs apart just a bit wider, lifting them up so that he was looking directly at my hole. He slid his finger along my crack, teasing me, the prickly feeling consuming me. "Y-you asshole," I whimpered, unable to control myself. My legs were spread so wide before him, that it barely took any pressure to slip between my cheeks, applying gentle pressure to my quivering hole. "Hmm, god damn," He cursed to himself as he rubbed the hole in a circle.

I shuddered again, heavy-lidded eyes following the steady movement of Joaquin's hands. I would feel bad that I was still tugging on his hair, but I needed something to edge off this insane amount of lust I felt. That finger slid inside of me all the way to the knuckle, and my brain officially short-circuited, a shout leaving my mouth. "...Did you just cum?" Joaquin asked, his tone colored with incredulity and surprise. I blinked up at him sheepishly, body burning all over. Did I?

"Mmm..." Regardless, Joaquin's finger was still coursing its way inside of me and I admitted that it felt nice. Too nice to just let him stop over something as minuscule as one little orgasm... "Guess I did. But you can just-- hnn --k-keep going. Just... Just like that!"

Joaquin rolled his eyes. "Sure," But his gaze was fond as he began to pump his finger back and forth, twisting the digit around until the pad of his finger brushed over some spot within me. My entire body jumped, my poor, hard cock twitching. "Too much?" He teased, watching me with need. "No, no, more," I shook my head, unable to stop my voice from purring. "Please," This wasn't like me to beg, but he did promise that he would.

Joaquin obliged, sliding another finger inside of my quivering heat as he began to scissor me. My heart fluttered with a strange mixture of arousal and pride as Joaquin leaned up slowly so that I could look directly into his eyes while he worked me open. I let out an utterly loud moan, positive that my channel was quaking around those long, lean fingers as they slowly, steadily rendered me gone.

"Never let anyone else lay a hand on you like that again."

I opened my eyes, unsure of when I closed them, when I heard that raspy voice utter out a dark and possessive order. I could see his eyes on the faint bruise on my cheek and I gulped, slowly nodding. By the time the third finger was inside, I was splayed against my robe, fully hard and leaking, pre smeared all over our stomachs. It was ironic, I took a nice and hot shower just for Joaquin to dirty me up. I could tell that he was having fun watching me: the way I bit my lip to keep myself from crying out for more, the way my eyes widened when he dared to press on that spot, oh that sweet spot, or the way my mouth fell open when I just couldn't contain my sighs.

He looked as if he knew what he was doing to me. I shimmied my hips just so I could relax to the slight burn that came from being full. "Fuck, Joaquin," I cursed, his name tumbling over my lips. wanted to fall apart beneath him.

"I need you now, Cheyenne," The fingers suddenly slid out of my body and I whined, hating the empty feeling. I watched as he unbuttoned his shorts, pulling himself out through his boxers. All the water in my body came out of my mouth as I trailed his hot body, core stirring madly as I landed on his giant cock. He reached down, grasping my chin as he shifted it to meet his eyes, them full of dominance and I gulped, not taking my eyes off of his erection.

That was going to go inside of me.

Joaquin let my chin go with a devious chuckle as if he knew what I was thinking. "Relax, babe," He reached into his back pocket, pulling out a small bottle as he opened it, squeezing some gel on it. I was transfixed as I watched him lather up his long erection with the gel in copious amounts. The sight shouldn't have drawn me in like it did, but anything he did was intoxicating.

Without any further motions but a smirk on his lips as his cheeks flushed red, he snatched my thighs closer to him, my cheeks slamming against his legs. "Focus on nothing but me," That smoker's voice gave me the urge to cum again and I watched as he lined himself up with my entrance, the soaked flesh awaiting him. My legs wrapped around his waist, dragging him in closer and judging by the grunt he let out, he couldn't wait anymore.

I let out an unceremonious howl when he pressed inside of me, slow and steady, a string of curse words leaving his mouth as I melted into the bed beneath me. He gripped my hips, slamming down to the hilt with ease and we stayed like that for a moment, breathless and needy.

"M-move..." I panted heavily, whimpering. "You sexy motherfucker.." Joaquin growled lowly, losing all inhibitions as he thrust deep inside of me and I let out a silent gasp, his hands coming up to yank my hair. I could no longer contain the gasp as he threaded his fingers along my scalp, a cry scraping against my throat.

I flicked my teary gaze to him, noticing that he was breathing wildly and looking down at me like he was sure that he was going to eat me alive. He looked like he was slowly going insane. There was a sense of feral sadism peeking through his resonance of seduction as I squeaked, feeling that nice and hot erection pushing against that same spot, a screech exiting my chest. I felt so full, stretched. I panted as he rammed violently in me, not giving me the chance to recuperate or breathe. I was just laying here, taking everything that he was giving me and I would do nothing less.

I already had one orgasm, but the way he was looking at me, the way his hands were digging into my hips, the way he hit that spot over and over again, it took nothing to send me careening over the edge a second time, black dots coating my vision. A startled shout left me as I buried my face in Joaquin's neck. "That's fucking hot," He muttered, slamming forward until I couldn't take anymore. I was raw and ready.

The entire bed seemed to creak from the force of the thrust, but I was living for it, begging him for more and more. He fucked into me, made love to me at the same time with abandon.

He set me on fire, his hands moving to grip my ass. He squeezed, pulled them apart and smashed them together, watching me unravel undone under him. My nails dug into the meat of his shoulders as he pounded away at me relentlessly. He was fucking me so hard, I could feel the headboard rattling behind me and the sound was proof enough. "J-Joaquin..." The bed was squeaking with each thrust of his, his groans echoing in my ear as he licked and nipped at any skin he could touch. He was making feel so high, my walls tightening around his thick cock.

Waves of pleasure coated my core as I screeched, unsure of what to do with myself. I had never experienced something like this before and my body was crying out, screaming for more of this man. He kept pulling on my hair, the feeling devouring me as he continued to ram at a rapid rate. My toes were curling in as I fought to get my breath back.

"Cum for me, Cheyenne," Joaquin commanded sensually, his tongue flicking against my earlobe and good god almighty, that it was all it took for me to arch up, my nails digging into the flesh of his back. My mouth opened up in a silent scream, those dark eyes never leaving mine. I let myself go, my cum staining his chest above me. I panted hard, hearing a grunt and all of a sudden, hot spunk coating my inner walls.

My eyes widened, realizing what just happened. He laid above me, catching his breath as sweat dripped down his frame. I licked my lips, strings of white cum splattered all over our chests. "Oops," I chuckled, feeling shy under his gaze.

Joaquin grinned against my lips, lingering there as we both parted, gasping for air. I looked at the man in front of me, sure that my cheeks were flushed and my eyes were sparkling, nothing to do with the night stars, and my heart instantly started to race because I knew right then and there.

"Say it," He whispered against my lips, caressing my face as he gazed at me longingly. "Say what?" I replied, tilting my head when he smirked. "What you were trying to say last time." We both knew what he was talking about, but I gulped, in fear that if I did, he'd react the same way. "N-no, let's not do that," He clutched me tightly, tight enough so that I could feel his body trembling.

"No need to be afraid, I promise," His voice was dark and husky, washing over me like the sweetest sin. "There's nothing else that I want but to hear you say it." I bit my lip, his hand running through my sweaty locks, pushing them back as if he was trying to expose my averting gaze. "Come on, Chey," He breathed over my lips, enticing a quiver from me. "I-I love you," I jutted out, shutting my eyes so I didn't have to deal with the repercussions. The fear inside my head suddenly became louder, screaming at me to keep my eyes closed.

I swallowed a knot in my throat, moments passing later to still feel him holding me. "Open your eyes," A soft murmur washed over my ears as a hand reached out to grab my chin, placing the softest kiss on the skin there. "I'm still here," With a slow pull of my eyes and a tiny dribble of a tear as I bit my lip, sure enough, he was still above me, giving me that small smile of his. He looked utterly relieved as if I had just patched up all of the holes inside of him.

With that thought, I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck, a cozy feeling coating us all around. I mimicked the grin of his, feeling like all hope was not lost as I stared at his handsome face, wanting to ensnare every single imperfection about him. "I love you." I uttered once again and he smiled before placing a long and soft kiss on my forehead, a sigh of contentment leaving his lips.

"I know."