El señor de la noche...
MDNI
tw: smut / oral sex / vaginal sex.
2 years ago, you met Miguel. 4 dates.
One day he just vanished, leaving you confused and misplaced. Truthfully, you didn’t know much about him, just that he was a geneticist traveling constantly.
After Miguel’s disappearance, you swear on your future that you wouldn’t let anyone approach you to make you fall in love and leave just like that.
The rain on the cement reflected the poor light from the street lamps. Your apartment felt too still. Every single night was too quiet, too empty you missed having someone.
The routine was getting old, cooking dinner, cleaning the kitchen, showering, and going to bed. Sometimes touching yourself to clear your mind.
As you grew tired, you decided to take a shower. Your body felt heavy and somehow your mind was playing games. Catching what seemed to be a red shadow in the corner of your eye.
Your bedroom was cold, as you walked to your closet to grab a hoodie, the light coming from the window was interrupted by a giant black figure.
- “What...”
He got closer...Miguel was wearing Spiderman’s suit, and at that moment, everything clicked. His disappearance.
- “You are him?” It came like a mumble.
To say you were mad at Miguel was wrong at this very moment, you could only feel confusion. The very man that put you in this place full of hesitation and sadness came back like nothing after so long.
- “Sí.” His eyes were like fire without an ounce of remorse. He was broader, full of muscle in every inch of his body. His fangs were more prominent. He looked agitated. Tall as usual.
- Why did you come back after so long? Your eyes are glued to the floor, a heart filled with sadness and the anticipation of the worse.
- “Cause now I can have you without any problem” Miguel went through a lot since the night he left you. Working out all the possibilities to have the best outcome. To have you, all to himself.
- “But Miguel...” Your eyes fixated on his, your chest heaving, so much was going on.
The man you wanted and thought about every night for 8 months after he left was in front of you, looking like an absolute God. No more denying you wanted him all over you, touching every part of your body. You were angry but having him towering over your frame was too much for a mortal.
Miguel has always been like this. Too much presence, power, strength, discipline, and determination.
The hard thing to accept was that you were as attracted to him as you were 2 years ago. Probably more.
His eyes were devouring your nipples that were showing through your thin shirt.
Your mouth and soft skin were screaming to be taken. Miguel wasn’t stupid and noticed the sublime messages.
He captured your lips taking his time with memorizing the taste and feeling of them. His hands didn’t have enough of you grabbing your ass and caressing the skin of your back.
Between moans and gasps for air...
- “Te extrañé tanto muñequita.” You understood enough to know what he meant.
He grabbed your legs and carry you to bed. His arms on each side of your head, wet kisses, from your mouth to your now bare chest. Licking, sucking, and biting your nipples with so much passion, you thought you might come.
- “Tell me what you want” He opened your legs putting each one on his broad, hard muscular shoulders. Teasing you, playing with your clit in between his fingers, saying dirty things with his eyes going from yours to your clothed pussy.
- “Make me yours” Pleading eyes and moans were more than enough to send him into oblivion. The materialization of all his dreams is right in front of him.
- “Oh I will, but first I’m going to ruin you” Miguel was possessed by his worst demons, lust, and anger, and he let himself be consumed. The lust of dreaming every night with your presence and the anger of having to leave you.
He ripped your panties and open your lips, licking all the moisture coming from your hole, making circles, up and down until your clit was so swollen you couldn’t even talk, your hands touching his while his claws were restraining your thighs from moving. Miguel was an animal and you were his prey crying, asking for help. Your orgasm showered you with bliss and he didn’t stop licking you, collecting your juices mixed with his saliva.
His knees hit the mattress, grinning like a feral monster ready to take every orgasm he could claim.
- “Miguel...” Came like a whisper, almost nonaudible.
Grabbing your legs and leaving wet kisses all over them, sucking your fingertips, caressing your thighs, ready to break you with his cock.
- “I’m going to make you scream my name so much your neighbors will know it.” He was determined to show you how much he has craved your skin since the moment he met you. He never touched you in such a way at the beginning. And after he left he only dreamt about having you for at least only one night.
It was everything about you that drove him insane. Your smile, eyes, hair, and the way your delicious ass stretched your leggings.
Tonight he had you all for himself. He grabbed your hips and turned you around, getting you on all fours, he rubbed slowly your clit and penetrate you, waiting a few seconds to give you the time to adjust to his size.
He fucked you mercilessly, almost disconnected from reality with all the pleasure he felt from your moans and whimpers, how warm and tight you were.
In and out. Spanking you and telling you the most obscene things.
“Quiero que te vengas hasta que no puedas más”
“Me encanta este culo”
“Me pones loco”
“You want a baby?”
“My fucking slut, this pussy is fucking mine”
For a moment everything was too much and you let yourself go, cumming as he followed you. The warmth of his semen all over your pussy, you wanted him, always like this. He captured your moans with his lips. He was hovering over you leaving soft kisses on your shoulder.
He took care of you, making sure you were cleaned. In his mind, nothing could be better than this. Finally, he was home.
After a few moments in bed, talking nonsense and laughing Miguel went quiet and deep in thought, your head resting on his chest. Whispering
“Perdóname por como me fui, no dudes que te pense cada día” His forehead touching yours, and smiling.
“Te amo, muñeca”
“Me too”
