Miguel Pussy Is Mine Lyrics Novels & Stories

The vibrator found her clit and clicked on and— "Oh — fuck — yes — please—" Her whole body lit up. White and electric and relentless. His fingers worked her deep and the vibration against her clit was merciless and she was so close, so devastatingly close— He stopped. She cried out. "Tell me, kitten." His voice was the only steady thing in the universe. Low. Patient. Infinite. "Who do you belong to?" A tear escaped the corner of her eye. "You." Breathless. Wrecked. "You — please — I belong to you—"

He didn't have a gag reflex and I lowered my eyelids as I grew harder. "Damn babe, you're so good at that," I moaned as his tongue moved down the underside and he flicked the head. I fisted the sheets and gritted my teeth. Miley Cyrus' Party in the USA started and I could hear both bitches belting out the lyrics in the other area. I looked down at Miguel and he started laughing hysterically. My excitement deflated and I inhaled deeply and sat up. "Let's go join their party," I mumbled and Miguel nodded.

We stayed like that, locked together, panting, my cock softening inside him. But as I pulled out, watching my cum drip down his thighs, something shifted in his eyes when he turned. Not satisfaction...but hunger. He grabbed my wrist, twisting it behind my back with surprising strength. 'My turn, Miguel. You think you're done owning me? I'm gonna make you my bitch next.'

He demands, adding a second finger. “You can't deny it, Adrianna, you want this as much as I want you.” he thrusts a finger inside her making her bite down on his shoulder, shuddering in response. “I want this.” she cries into his shoulder. “I want you so much. I’ve wanted you for so long.” “Then give yourself to me, Mia Tesoro.” He fastens his pace, thrusting his long fingers in and out of her. “That's it, princess, let it out.” Her voice breaks off as an orgasm slams into her, her muscles clamping around him like a vice. His fingers keep thrusting, drawing her release out.

“This pussy is mine. Every fucking inch of you is mine.” “Yes—yours—oh God, Maxwell—”

I clutched her hair in my hand and pulled her up, making her eyes meet mine. “You are mine, Misha, this pussy of yours is mine. No one could make come the same as I do. No one could make it weep like I do. And you could never be satisfied with another cock like mine. I own your heart and body and I will never let any man have you like this. You are mine.”

Miguel's hips drove forward relentlessly, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside her that made white stars explode behind her closed eyelids. "You're mine," Miguel growled against her ear, his breath hot and ragged. "Say it." "Yours—" The word came out broken, barely coherent. "I'm yours—" "Only mine." His hand came up to cover her mouth as her moans grew louder despite her best efforts to stay quiet. "This pussy is mine. This body is mine. You are mine. Say it again." "Yours," Inés gasped against his palm. "Only yours—God, Miguel—"

"Say this pussy is mine and I can fuck it raw!" “My pussy is yours, daddy. And... and you can fuck me raw.” I whispered, my voice breaking under the weight of truth and desire. He smiled, dark and consuming. “Say it again. Louder. Make me hear it.” “You can fuck me raw! I'm all yours, daddy!” I gasped, louder this time, voice raw and unsteady. “Completely yours!” “Good,” he growled. “Never forget it. Never doubt it. Because once tonight is over, there will be no turning back. You’re mine. Always.”

He grabbed her hips, pounding harder, the wet sounds obscene in the sacred space. 'You're a slut for cock, aren't you? My slut.' His hand snaked around, rubbing her clit in fast circles. 'Yes, Father! Fuck your slut while I confess.' She reached back, spreading her cheeks, inviting him deeper. He spat on her asshole, working a finger in alongside his pistoning cock. The double filling made her keen, pussy clenching rhythmically. 'I loved his cum on my ass... but I want yours inside me.' Miguel fucked her relentlessly, the partition creaking. Sweat dripped down his back, his balls tightening. 'Absolution comes with my seed. Beg for it.' Isabella did, voice breaking. 'Please, fill my sinful pu

As he sings, I think back to Mia’s words on the night of the storm, when I went to the graveyard to meet her. She was trying to warn me about someone, and I have a pretty good idea who. Felix’s knuckles go white as he clutches the mic, screwing up his face as he hits a high note at the start of the second verse. Even now, his face twisted in that special sort of bliss and elation only music can bring, he looks amazingly beautiful, controlled, powerful. Perfect. “I’ll find the key That unlocks all your doors Be mine Before midnight Be my prisoner I’ll be yours.