I approve this massage, his dick said. I liked that.
A moan escaped from Miguel’s mouth, and finally I could see the lines in his face relax. That was all the encouragement I needed as I went to work, grinding my pelvis against him again.
“You a bad girl, huh?” Miguel uttered, his smile indicating he’d completely forgotten about my father.
“Si,” I replied softly. “Wanna spank me with your stick?”
His hands were on my ass in no time. He pulled me in even closer and pressed his delicious hardness up against me. When he started whispering in my ear in Spanish, I thought I might come right then and there.
Miguel kissed me deeply, and I was brought back in time, to someone I met in boarding school in Europe. He was a Spaniard who maintained the school’s security; much older than I was, but I learned a lot from him. He was dangerous, like this one, and perhaps where I first developed a taste for the thrill of danger.
I tugged on Miguel’s shirt, pulling the black cotton tee over his head and exposing his smooth, sculpted chest and abs. I could tell he had a nice body under those suits he always wore to the office, but now that I was seeing him in the flesh, I realized my imagination hadn’t done him justice. Papi’s body was definitely a ten out of ten. He looked like he could be on an infomercial for one of those exercise programs, like P90X or something. I wondered if he spent hours in the gym, or if his lifestyle just made it a necessity to be that hard. Either way, he looked damn good.
Miguel yanked my blouse loose from my skirt, then began unfastening it, each button yielding with only the slightest effort. He bit at my neck, almost to the point of leaving a mark, as his hand grasped at my back, pulling me closer. As I ran my fingers through his hair, he went for my bra. The straps went slack and fell off my shoulders, and Miguel cupped my bare breasts, placing his warm, wet mouth on each. He teased and nipped at my sensitive nipples and sucked on them with a passion that made my juices start flowing.
“Let me see it,” I gasped as I unbuckled his belt. He finished for me, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down, along with his boxers. His manhood jutted out at me in invitation, and I was glad to accept. I unzipped my skirt and discarded my last bits of clothing, except for my Louboutins. Placing my hands on Miguel to steady myself, I got down on my knees to serve him.
As I took him deep inside my mouth, he let out a loud, satisfied moan. Finally, he was relaxed, and I was determined to make sure his attention stayed focused on me, not on who my family was. I worked my lips, keeping a tight seal around his dick as I bobbed my head, making it nasty and wet for him. The more I gagged and slurped on the pole, the deeper he tried to go down my throat. He got so into it that he stood up from the couch and put his hands on the back of my head, thrusting against me. I sucked him long and hard, until I felt his body tightening. I looked up into his eyes, letting him know how much I was enjoying giving him pleasure and coaxing him to let it go like he wanted.
“Ay, caramba. Se?orita, you are very good at this,” he said, smiling wickedly as his eyes rolled back.
It didn’t take long before his body began to shake. I sped up my motion, and Miguel released himself with sounds of passion that could probably be heard by half the hotel.
“Shit. Where you been all my life?” he gasped approvingly in heavily accented English. I rose to my feet, not surprised by his compliments. Not to brag or anything, but my blow jobs always made men lose their minds.
“Just waiting on you, Daddy,” I replied, grasping his waning stiffness in my hand. Despite my mouth showing signs of my labor of lust, he kissed me with an abundance of passion. I liked that. It showed he appreciated me and what I had just done.