6:30 PM
After that talk with Carol, I got so thirsty I had to head downstairs for some water. On the way back, I ended up passing Diego’s room like it was nothing. I wasn’t even thinking about sex—what I wanted was just a few more kisses. Feel the heat of his body glued to mine, that mouth on mine…
I stopped quiet by his door, peeked through the half-open crack, and walked in without knocking. He was sitting on the bed in just boxer briefs, no shirt, eyes locked on the TV, totally zoned into online soccer and didn’t even notice me come in.
Only when I sat down next to him on the bed did he see me, but he didn’t say shit, just kept grinding on the game. I stayed quiet watching him play. I love video games and I know how fucking annoying it is when someone bugs you mid-match. I was more into stuff like GTA V, The Sims 4, Need for Speed, and Just Dance—that dance one where you copy the moves on screen. I loved it, always ended up sweaty and wiped out.
When the match finally ended, he still didn’t look at me. Calm as hell, he tossed the controller aside, shut off the console and TV like I wasn’t even there. Got up slow, walked to the door, and locked it, turning the key twice, real deliberate.
Came back the same way, dick already rock hard, straining and swinging in his briefs with every step. His hazel eyes had that sharp, almost predatory shine. Stopped right in front of me like he’d only just clocked I was there, voice low, hoarse, almost lazy:
— Was waiting for you… Knew you’d come.
Fuck.
I didn’t even get a chance to answer. Diego yanked me up by the arm, hard, dragged me off the bed, and shoved me against the wall. One big hand wrapped around my neck, squeezing just right, controlled and perfect, while the other slid down my waist, under my dress, and grabbed a handful of my ass like he meant it.
When he realized I had nothing on underneath, a low, filthy laugh slipped out of him—that devilish sound that almost made me melt on the spot. Diego had that rough, dominant grip that drove me fucking insane.
His kiss hit hungry. He shoved his tongue in my mouth, devouring me, while I ground against him shamelessly, out of my mind with lust. I could feel his cock—huge, throbbing—pressing hard against my thigh, rubbing exactly where I needed it.
Diego chuckled low against my lips, bit my bottom lip, and tugged.
— Little slut… already soaked again, huh?
Didn’t wait for an answer. Spun me to face the wall, yanked my dress up to my waist, and shoved his hand between my legs. Two fingers slid right in, slick in my dripping pussy. I moaned loud, pushing my ass back without thinking. He fingered me deep, curling to hit that spot that made me see stars, while his other hand squeezed my tit through the fabric, pinching my nipple hard.
He pulled his fingers out, turned me around, and pushed me to my knees, already pulling his cock out. Grabbed my hair rough, yanked my head back, and shoved it straight into my mouth.
— Suck it, fuck! — that bossy tone he had.
Diego’s dick was perfect—big, thick, pink shiny head. And if he wanted my mouth, I was obeying. I had a sick thing for the way he ordered me around, that raw authority that left me wet and submissive. I just wanted to be his, give him whatever he wanted.
He gripped the back of my neck and drove that rock-hard cock down my throat. First few thrusts had me gagging, thick head slamming the back.
— Yeah, little slut… looks like a fucking whore choking on it! — he growled, eyes different now. Paused with his dick still halfway in, smirked. — There… from now on I’m calling you my little whore. You’re my little whore. When I call, you come running.
Between gags, tears streaming, I pulled off just enough to gasp:
— Okay… you can call me that… — voice wrecked with need.
Diego groaned low, approving, and shoved back in.
— Then suck it, my little whore. Swallow that dick. Fuck, you look so good all sloppy on my cock.
He fucked my mouth harder, pleased.
— Mmm… good girl. You learn fast, don’t you, little whore?
He came hard, both hands holding my head, flooding my mouth with that thick, strong taste I still wasn’t used to. Hot, heavy spurts coating my tongue—thick, sticky, clinging even after I swallowed. This time I got most of it, just a thick string left running down my chin. Diego wiped it with his thumb and pushed the finger deep into my mouth. I sucked it clean, obedient.
Then he shoved me onto my back on the bed, spread my legs wide, and buried his face between them. Licked like he was starving, hot tongue sliding through my folds, sucking my swollen clit, tongue-fucking me in quick, sharp thrusts. Two thick fingers drove in deep, curling and stroking that spot while he sucked and licked like he couldn’t get enough.
I came hard, shaking, thighs clamping around his head, tears on my face from how intense it was. Bit the pillow to muffle the loud moans.
When it finally eased, Diego climbed up slow, kissed my forehead—soft, almost sweet after all that filth—and murmured against my skin:
— Fuck, girl… you’re something else. Never thought my little cousin would be this fucking dirty — his voice low and rough, eyes burning.
I lay there catching my breath, chest heaving, his taste still in my mouth, body buzzing. He stretched out beside me, hand drifting over my stomach.
— This stays between us, Rafa. Our secret. Nobody finds out. Not even Carol.
— Mmm… yeah… got it.
Fuck. Worst part? I’d already told Carol. Couldn’t keep that shit to myself. But I didn’t say a word to him.