This Sunday had all the makings of one of those epic days. Lucas and I headed to the Maraca to watch the Carioca final: Fla vs. Flu.
I was on a winning streak, right? Ever since we started dating, the Flu had NEVER lost when I showed up. Super lucky charm, lol. And honestly, they didn't lose—the game ended 0-0. But then came the penalty shootout... and we didn't pull it off. The title went to the rivals. What a bummer. I was almost turning full-on tricolor... nah, who am I kidding!
Worse, Diego hit me up on Whats to mess with me, saying I'd gone to root against his team and ended up "getting fucked in the ass." I shot back: "Actually, babe, I went to cheer for Lucas's team." He wouldn't let up, sent a bunch of messages, even called Lucas a cuck. Finally, I couldn't take it and fired off: "Aw, you must be pissed 'cause the one eating my ass today ain't you, mole face."
After the Maraca, we went for dinner at this Japanese spot I love in Leblon. Eating raw fish, y'know? Which rhymes with ass. Lmaoooo. But for real, aside from the joke, I'm obsessed with salmon. The place has this killer tasting menu—it's like the chef's cooking just for you, all personalized and shit. I can't even remember how many courses, but each one topped the last. At the end, you could repeat some, but I was so stuffed it didn't happen.
We left the Japanese place, and the night was just getting started, y'know? We decided to extend it at the nearest motel. Grabbed a suite with a hot tub. As soon as we got in, I fired up a dance-pop and R&B playlist—Rihanna, SZA, Tate McRae—the kind I usually use to fuck clients, with those sensual beats, you know?
I started dancing in front of Lucas, grinding slow, teasing him, and pulled him close. Then came the kiss, I shoved him against the wall, and we dove into one of those steamy makeout sessions straight out of an erotic flick. Fiery kisses, tongues twisting together, hands roaming everywhere, that passionate vibe that turns my legs to jelly. Seriously, I love the way he grabs me, kissing me like he's starving, wild with lust. You guys are gonna roast me: "Aw, princess, you're down bad on all fours, huh?" Worst part is, I am—falling harder for this guy every day.
Then shit heated up. He stripped me in one go, leaving me buck naked, and tossed me on the bed with that firm grip that gives me chills. He climbed on top, kissing my whole body—from my neck to my shoulders, lingering forever on my tits, licking the nipples slow, sucking hard, nibbling lightly till he had me moaning loud. He slid down gradual, tracing a path with his mouth over my belly, hands hot on my thighs, spreading me open slow.
Then he ate me out with the patience of a guy who knows exactly what he's doing: tongue circling my clit slow, looping around, lapping in lazy circles that drove me nuts, then picking up speed, sucking hard while shoving two fingers deep inside, curling them to hit that spot that makes me see stars. By then I was shaking, yanking his hair, moaning my ass off. I came in his mouth in these intense waves, my whole body convulsing. It was one of those orgasms that leaves you gasping. Damn, so fucking good.
After that, he flipped me over and put me on all fours at the edge of the bed, hands locked on my waist.
"I love seeing you like this, all ass up for me," he whispered in my ear, making me even wetter.
"Come on, you dirty fuck, spank me. Spank your little slut. Make me scream, come on, fuck!" I always beg for that when they put me doggy. I legit love some ass slaps.
He laughed, saying he loves it when his princess turns into the biggest whore in bed.
And then it started: hard smacks on my ass, the kind that sting so good and leave the skin red, mixing in with hair pulls that arched my back even more. Each slap echoed in the room, making me moan and beg for more, while he trash-talked low:
"You dirty little slut, grind for me, come on, slut!" I'd grind back, teasing him.
Then he slid in slow at first, feeling every inch stretch me, filling me up. And soon he ramped it up, pounding hard, hands squeezing my ass, yanking my hair back to kiss my neck. Every thrust was deep, rhythmic, driving me wild, moaning loud and begging him to go deeper, faster.
"Fuck me, come on, fuck your slut!" I'd plead, voice hoarse from all the moaning, and he'd do it right away, slamming harder, deeper. Trash-talking back low in my ear, calling me his whore, his bitch, while the spanks kept coming on my ass, each one leaving a hot mark that blended pain and pleasure in this insane rhythm that sent me over the edge. My whole body shook out of control, legs giving out as I came again in endless intense waves.
"I'm gonna cum inside you, you whore," he growled, gripping my waist tight, and then he did, shooting hot and hard deep in me while groaning loud.
After all that, I got up slow, legs still a little shaky, and went to fill the tub. Told Lucas to pop open the sparkling wine in the suite. He laughed, gave me a cute little kiss on the forehead, and grabbed the bottle, bringing two glasses so we could toast.
The tub filled with that warm water, and I dumped a ton of bath foam from the jar there, making a mountain of bubbles. We settled in close, me leaning back against his chest, the foam wrapping around us. We kissed slow, those lazy, affectionate ones, trading soft touches—I ran my hand over his face, he stroked my back, fingers in my wet hair. He looked me in the eyes, that soul-melting stare, and whispered how much he loves me, how important I am to him, like "You're everything to me, princess." Me there in his lap, melting completely, feeling his heart pounding against mine, like the world outside didn't exist.
I gotta confess: I love intense sex, real hardcore shit. I get off on him spanking me, trash-talking me, making me feel like his wild bitch in bed. But deep down, I need the tenderness too, y'know? Need to feel loved, like there's someone who sees past the filth, who takes care of me, spoils me. It's that balance that hooks me: the fire in bed and the affection after.