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❝Was our love meant nothing?❞
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Francisco Javier Barrera is the name that enlightens the core of every woman. With one touch, one look and one lick, they will crawl towards him to grab him, claiming him as theirs. One of his speciality is his eyes, a peculiar colour which most people get thrilled with, the colour yellow, but to him, his eyes are the ones which he despises the most.
In those eyes, someone fell for him, someone who was meant for him, but being the coward, he fled away from the scenario, snatching not only the ultimate key to his happiness but his soul too.
Who is he? What role he has to play? The answer is simple.
He is the Inamorato, a male seducer or the name the society gives to people like him, a male prostitute. Females moan when his rough hands secure their womanhood; he is rough, he is moody, he is a bastard, he is cold, and he is the homewrecker, but the main title resembles an opposition to his characteristics, which is that he is heartbroken. The heart that was once sealed by his lover is now opened wide just because he forgot to mend it.
The touch of his customer doesn't ignite any fire which she held. He still remembers their first night, the night that they both had, the passion that they both felt and the thread that got connected forever.
He slowly laid her on the bed and kissed them as if there was no tomorrow. She moaned feeling the intensity between them. He quickly shredded her top to get enough space to claim her, and she openly welcomed it.
"Te amo tanto, lo sabes, ¿verdad?" (I love you so much, and you know that, right?)
She nodded her head, smiling at her amour. (Love)
His eyes glisten with unshed tears proud to get her in his life. He bent down to capture her soft lips on his; she opened them, not interested in taking any more obstacles between them. He groaned at the sweet taste welcoming his mouth.
His other hand slowly trailed under her skirt creating goosebumps on its path. She shuddered when he held the hem of her panties. She opened her eyes only to see him waiting for her permission, which automatically swelled her heart with adoration. She gave him access to what he needed, and with that, he tore apart her panties.
The cold air gushed around her open, wet core, making her shudder in cold, but she didn't want to stop, not now, not tomorrow, never, only if she got him.
Her long nails tore apart his shirt, letting the buttons fly in the air, but he didn't give a damn about those; he only needed her, his amour.
His fingers slowly and steadily got inside her slit opening the cunt more to give his fingers access to the nectar he deserved. Slowly yet steadily, he entered one, making her moan at the same time. He smirked, thinking, what if he enters three at once?
But he didn't want his amour to face the sudden pain so he started with one and continued to roam the tight hole of hers.
"Javier." She moaned loudly, swaying her hips as he glided inside her. No one knows his middle name except hers and it fits perfectly whenever she utters his middle name. He groaned when she continued to moan his name,e as if it was the only prayer she could master during the entire journey.
His other hand trailed onto her mound, giving it a gentle squeeze and then a little harder, contemplating if he hurt her in the process, but when his eyes roamed at the beauty who was sweating profusely along with him, closing her beautiful brown eyes gave him the green light to perform his task further ahead.
He was professional in this slot, but now it seems he,, o was risking this journey as if learning new things to express. He licked her erect nipple, shuddering her in the process, also moaning lowly.
Not able to get enough, he dug his face underneath her. Just when she was about to orgasm; she moaned out loudly, "JAVIER." Thick-coated cum leaked from her as a fruit gifted to him which he won't take a second to grasp it.
He inhaled the sweet nectar and then swirled his tongue to grab those cum. She closed her eyes thanking Heavens for this amazing night. Her hand tucked his hair, making him groan, but he loved her small acts involved during their lovemaking.
After swallowing and cleaning her cum he looked up as if a kid got awarded with the best candy. He again claimed her lips making her taste the delicious food he had.
She moaned at the taste she had for herself; her hands found his hair, tucking him again, not bothering the sweat on her palms. He worked on her another mound while kissing her neck and then her collarbone practically imprinting his claim in the form of hickeys.
His fingers kept on forming the anticipation of the utmost orgasm building in her core, and she shuddered, releasing another one screaming his name.
"Are you ready?"
A simple question but full of strings holding them; one loses, then the other will break down eventually, but they don't want to, and now she has made her decision.
"Sì."
The next few moments went in a blur from the moment he ripped off his pants and now in nothing,g showcasing his pure manhood.
She gasped at how long it was. Will it fit inside her? He chuckled at her pretty big eyes which were thinking something he knew.
"It will fit."
"Are you sure?"
He laughed at how cute she looked with her small face along with big eyes and small pout. "Sì. Now will you permit me?"
"Yeah, amour." His heart swelled at how she smoothly said that.
"Te amo."
"Te amo."
He crawled onto the bed and headed to her; her eyes looked at his manhood, which was jiggling all through the way ou but squirming her a little. He hooked both of his hands around her waist and kissed her one last time. "Are you ready?"
Am I? Fuck yes. She thought.
She nodded her head, but at the look of his eyes, she slowly whispered, "Sì."
And do you need any more indications to begin with? Nope.
"It will hurt a little, amour."
"Let it because next time it won't be there."
He smiled towards her and slowly penetrated his huge c*ck inside her folds as if tearing them apart. Her fingers soon found his back, digging into his flesh at the pain that soon consumed her. He stopped his movement waiting for her to adjust in the process.
Once done she nodded her head to process his work. He smiled at her and slowly yet steadily slid his manhood inside her, making her moan in the process.
Her whimpers encouraged his thrust making his attempts rough yet for her to consume. Her acrylic nails scratched behind his back imprinting beautiful tattoos at his back.
The night was wonderful for both of them, yet the harsh truth lay beneath their lovemaking. Their love was forbidden.
No one can love a man who slept with a woman, not even she, but she did, yet the result was heartbroken.
The woman stands up, wraps her discarded clothes, and enters the bathroom. Meanwhile, Francisco lies down, trailing the silent tears from his eyes, suddenly feeling the betrayal words hitting him like tons of bricks. He used his break-up as an excuse for these scenarios, but he had nothing to do, especially after losing her, his beloved.
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My world is now revolving around erotics and I am ashamed of how unholy I became recently. But I guess a little unholiness is necessary for every goody two shoes like mine.
Now the main question is, How was it? Let me tell you it's my first time making those scenes.
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