Mated to the Alpha Don
“Cójeme como lo has querido hacer. (Fuck me like you’ve been wanting to).”
Gabe let out a low guttural moan, and I could see his pupils blown completely wide as he stared at me. Slowly, he found his rhythm, matching the pace of his tongue earlier.
“Vos sentiste divina, (You feel so good),” he whispered, his voice strained. “Better than I ever could have imagined.” I could feel his hips thrusting into me, bringing me closer to the edge. His piercings were like tiny, pleasurable, cool ridges on his dick, sending electric shocks of pleasure shooting through me with each thrust.