“Ahh!” she gasped. “Yes, yes, more. Give me more.”
Miguel didn’t hold back. With one sharp thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against her ass. Jay screamed, his back bowing off the bed, his pussy clenching around him.
“Oh God!” Jay sobbed. “So big so fucking big, oh, yes!”
Miguel groaned, his forehead pressing against hers. “You are mine,” he growled. “This pussy is mine. Say it.”
“Yesss!” Jay gasped, his hips rocking up to meet Miguel's thrusts. “It's your's Only yours. Now fuck me like you mean it!”
And he did.
The first position was missionary, but Miguel didn’t stay there for long. He pounded into Jay, his cock pistoning in and out of his slick, gripping pussy, the wet sounds of their sex filling the room. Jay’s moans were loud, desperate, his legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his ass.
“Harder,” she panted. “Fuck me harder, my love. I want to feel you tomorrow.”
Miguel obliged, his thrusts becoming brutal, his cock slamming into her with enough force to make the bed creak. Jay’s tits bounced with every thrust, his nipples dragging against the lace of her babydoll, the friction sending sparks of pleasure straight to her clit.
“Ahhh!” she screamed. “Just like that—fuck—God!”
But Miguel wasn’t done. With a growl, he pulled out, flipping her onto her stomach. Jay barely had time to gasp before he yanked his hips up, forcing Jay onto his hands and knees. Doggy style. His cock slid back into Jay with ease, his hands gripping Jay's hips, his fingers digging into her flesh.
“Look how good this position looks on you,” he grunted, his cock hitting a spot deep inside her that made her see stars. “Like a bitch in heat.”
“Yess!” Jay sobbed, his face pressed into the mattress. “I am—your bitch—your slut—¡Yes, Miguel!”
He didn’t let up. His thrusts were relentless, his cock pounding into Jsy with a wet, slapping rhythm. Jay’s pussy clenched around him, Jay's orgasm building, coiling tight in his belly.
“I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna cum,” Jay whimpered.
“Not yet,” Miguel growled. He pulled out again, this time flipping Jay onto his back before lifting his legs, pressing them against Jay's chest. The Bridge. His cock slid back into Jay, deeper than before, his pelvis grinding against Jay's clit with every thrust.
“¡Ohh my god, ahhh!” Jay screamed, his back arching. “Too deep—fuck—too good—”
Miguel leaned down, his mouth capturing Jay's in a bruising kiss. His tongue invaded Jay;'s mouth, mimicking the rhythm of his cock, and Jay moaned into him, his nails raking down his back.
“Cum for me,” he ordered, his voice a dark growl. “Cum on my cock, my queen.”
That was all it took. Jay’s orgasm crashed over him, his pussy clenching around Miguel’s cock, his body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through him. He screamed into his mouth, his hips jerking, his pussy milking him for everything he was worth.
Miguel groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Fuckk!” he hissed. “I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna cum—”
“Do it,” Jay panted, his voice raw. “Cum inside me. Fill me up.”
With a final, brutal thrust, Miguel buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside Jay. Jay felt every hot, thick spurt, his pussy clenching around Miguel, drawing out every last drop. Miguel collapsed on top of him, his breath ragged, his cock still twitching inside him.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. The only sound was their ragged breathing, the occasional aftershock of Jay's pussy clenching around Miguel’s softening cock.
Then, slowly, Miguel rolled onto his side, pulling Jay with him. He curled against his chest, his fingers tracing idle patterns on Miguel's skin. His cum dripped from Jay's pussy, warm and sticky, but he didn’t care. He felt good. Better than good. Jay felt alive.
But as the post-orgasm haze faded, Camila—no, Jay—felt something else. A gnawing, uncomfortable thought, worming its way into his mind.
Do I like this because I’m her… or because I’m me?
The question made his stomach twist. He had always loved women. Always. But the way his body ached for cock, the way his mind craved the stretch, the burn, the fullness of being taken—it wasn’t just about being her. It was about being himself. About the way her body reacted, the way her mind melted when she was filled, when she was used.
Miguel’s fingers traced her spine, his touch gentle now, almost reverent. “Te amo,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.
Jay swallowed hard. He loved him too. But not like this. Not as her.
He closed his eyes, Jay's fingers tightening around his.
What the hell is happening to me?
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