Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Oh my God, diary... today I barely even lived for real. I spent the whole damn day at school with my head totally fucked up by Diego and everything that went down yesterday.
It was this constant knot in my gut, but at the same time this heat building up, this restless itch I couldn't put into words. Every time I shut my eyes for like two seconds, there he was on top of me, the weight of his body pinning me down, his mouth on my neck, his hand gripping my thigh, and bam, I was drenched again, right there in the middle of class! Had to keep squeezing my legs together the whole time just to hide it.
Couldn't even focus on the teacher. Just counting down the minutes till the bell. Staring at the clock every five seconds, heart pounding like crazy, picturing the second I could bolt out of there and head straight to his place, dying to jump into his arms, smell him again, and just spread my legs wide without saying a goddamn word.
I'm fucking dying to feel him ripping me open again.
12:45 PM
Left school with Carol and went straight to his house.
We ate lunch, the four of us: me, Diego, Carol, and their mom. Tried to act normal, answer the aunt's questions, smile, pretend like shit was fine, but under the table my leg was shaking like a fucking leaf. Diego kept glancing at me sideways, with that smirk like he already knew exactly what was coming next.
Soon as the plates got cleared, he gave me this subtle nod. "Come here a sec." I followed him upstairs to his room, and the minute the door shut, he was yanking down his shorts.
— Look at the fucking mess you got me in, you little slut...
Holy shit, my mouth watered right away. His cock rock hard, throbbing, aimed right at me. Didn't even think twice—I dropped to my knees on the bedroom floor and went for it, swallowed him whole. Sucked him like a fiend, drooling all over, moaning low while he grabbed the back of my neck and fucked my mouth slow with these smooth hip rolls.
I know you're gonna wanna ask: But what about a kiss or some sweet shit first?
Nah. Sometimes it was straight-up like that. He didn't even kiss me. Just told me to get on my knees and suck, like he needed to drill it into my head every damn time: "Rafa, you're not my girlfriend. You're just my little fucktoy I use whenever I feel like it." And the worst—or the best?—part? It got me even hornier, like total pussy.
After a few minutes, my jaw was numb and aching from sucking so hard, then he yanked me up by the hair, telling me to get on all fours on the bed.
— Diego... condom, please...
Guys always forget to grab rubbers, and it was always a pain in the ass.
— Chill, today I just want that tight little asshole of yours.
Got on all fours on the bed, ass popped up high, knees digging into the mattress, my whole body shaking with hype. My heart was slamming so hard I could feel it throbbing in my pussy.
Diego got behind me. Started with his fingers—two this time, shoving in deep all at once, no mercy. He worked 'em fast, curling inside, hitting that sweet spot. The sloppy wet sounds were way too loud, straight-up embarrassing, but it just soaked me even more. I was bucking my ass back without even knowing it, begging for more, moaning into the pillow.
— Fuck, you're dripping wet... — he growled, voice all thick and horny. Pulled his fingers out slow, just to fuck with me, and I felt that empty ache right away, nerves kicking in hard.
Then came his mouth.
He spread my cheeks wide with both hands, putting me on full display, taking his time. Felt the cool air hit my hot, slick skin, then his tongue, warm and flat, lapping slow from my pussy up, teasing my asshole just enough to make me shiver head to toe. Long, slow licks like he was tasting every bit, then he zeroed in on my clit—sucking hard, slurping it up, nipping light while I shook and moaned louder than I meant to.
All the while, he jammed two fingers back in my pussy, pounding 'em fast while his mouth kept devouring my clit. It was overload. Felt everything pulsing, my pussy clamping down on his fingers, juices running down my thighs, him licking it all like it was the best shit ever. My arms buckled, face down on my elbows, ass hiked even higher, screaming for it without a word.
I was right on the edge of cumming, legs quaking like crazy. His tongue flicking my clit fast, fingers slamming deep, and all I could do was whimper his name.
Then he just stopped. Yanked his mouth and fingers away. Before I could bitch, I felt the fat head of his cock rubbing my pussy lips, spreading 'em slow, then he slammed it all in, balls deep.
— Diego! The condom... — I whined again, voice shaky as hell, half panicked, but my body was ratting me out, pussy throbbing around him, squeezing like it wanted him stuck inside forever.
He just chuckled low and rough, the kind that gives me chills everywhere. His big hands clamped my waist hard, locking me in place, owning me. Then one slid up to my neck, fingers twisting in my hair, yanking my head back, arching me like a proper whore.
— I call the shots here, got it? — His voice was low, mean, hot in my ear. — But relax... I ain't cumming inside. Not yet.
Then he gave me two slow, deep thrusts, making me feel every inch. Each one stretched me wide, his cock carving through, rubbing those hypersensitive walls after all the tongue and finger action. Felt all of him—the girth, the heat, that vein pulsing... like my whole body knew he was using me, stuffing me full, taking control. Let out this raw moan, almost a sob, legs about to give out.
He stopped cold. Pulled out all at once, leaving that gut-punch void. Watched him step back to the closet, then he came back with the lube tube in hand. My heart jackhammered harder.
Before popping it open, he leaned over me again, lips brushing my ear.
— Gonna spank that ass, you love it, don't ya?
— No, Diego, I don't! — Shot back fast, borderline freaking out. Back then, I really hated it. Hurt like hell, scared the shit outta me, made me feel like garbage.
He laughed again, that horny power-trip laugh.
— Yeah, well, you're getting it anyway... just to remind you who's boss.
He gripped my hair tighter, forcing my head up.
— At your place, you can run shit with your pretty little boyfriend, your school buddies, but in here? I'm the one in charge. Understand?
All I could do was nod, face on fire, pussy leaking again even with the fear.
— Just don't fucking scream, you slut! — He whispered, voice heavy. — Mom's home.
Then he cracked a hard slap right on my right ass cheek. The smack echoed in the room, sting hitting fast and hot, mixing with the horniness that wouldn't quit. Another one on the left, harder. Bit my lip to stifle it, but a moan slipped out.
He tore open the lube with his teeth, eyes locked on me. That plastic rip was filthy in the quiet room. Smeared the cold gel on his cock first, then worked some between my cheeks, fingers rubbing slow, spreading me, prepping me. The chill clashed with the heat burning my skin, and my asshole was already twitching, nerves and lust all tangled up.
He lined up behind me again, one hand on my waist, the other steering his cockhead to my hole. Pushed in slow at first, just the tip, pulling a high-pitched whimper from me. Stung a little, burned, but fuck, it felt so good having him force his way in, stretching me inch by inch.
— Relax, little slut... let it slide in — he rasped, voice rough.
To be continued...