Miguel loved the way you clenched around his cock.
The wanton cries that left your lips with every snap of his hips. It sounded like a beautiful symphony in his ears. It just made him want to pound into you even more.
For you, this fifth orgasm was all you could muster. Yet, here he was attempting to go for one more round to drag out some more moans and uno más for him.
His Spanish words came fumbling out as he came once more, jutting his hips into yours and you were needing him out and off of you.
“Miguel,” you whined, attempting to drag your arms down to his abdomen and push hard. But the effort was futile, he was too strong.
It didn’t help that with all his super strength that meant it wasn’t only used in situations where he could save the cities that were plagued with anomalies. But he’d use it on you too whenever he had the chance to get you pinned underneath him.
“Too–too much,” you breathed out, this time extending your nails into his skin, but he didn’t fight back or react.
“One more for me, por favor. Sé que puedes hacerlo.”
He wanted you to find your sweet relief one more time. He knew you could do it for him. But your body was spent. Your fucking mind was spent. Not only did your legs feel like jello, but everything else did as well. Even your vision was starting to go. Hazy stars were all you could see dancing around his pretty face.
One strong hand of his grabbed both of your wrists and moved them above your head. Within a second, he shoots out webs to keep your wrists attached to the headboard. It wasn’t comfortable by any means, but Miguel was past comfort at this point.
He needed to draw one more orgasm out from you. He didn’t care how much it hurt, he was addicted to your moans, your crying, and your fluttering pussy.
“F-fuck, need one more, please,” he breathlessly moaned in your ear.
Your thighs were trembling, you couldn’t think of a response. Whatever came out of your lips at this moment was just a jumbling of words that weren’t coherent in the slightest.
“Ah, Mig– too much– ffu!”
He can’t help but chuckle, parting his lips over your bare neck and sinking his fangs into your skin ever so slightly. Not to the point where venom can infiltrate your veins, but where you’d thrash and moan even louder.
He got off on this shit. Loved you completely cock drunk and relentlessly begging for him.
“One more, one more, baby,” he coos, lifting a hand to brush a strand of hair from your face. You were so pretty when you were spent like this. If he could remember every expression you’ve had anytime he tore you apart with his cock, he’d lock them up in a file in his mind.
“Pl-please,” you begged once more, finally attempting to regain focus. You don’t know if this will be the end for you. Will he truly let you rest after this next release or is it all a game? A way to fuck with your head to make you think he’s going to give you mercy but then sweep the rug right from under you at the last moment.
His large hands search your body like you’re a map to be discovered. Fingers dusting over your pebbled nipples, his mouth finding its home on each breast before moving back to your neck. He licked the wounds from his fangs before sitting up. Hands gripping the sides of your waist, he stared at you.
Eyes blazing red, fangs still out, and he looked like a god even in your hazy state.
“Gonna fill you up again, amor. You ready?”
Before you can protest, he slowly pulls out before growling and slamming his cock straight back into you. He was so big that he hit your cervix every time. He even made it a point to place a palm right over your lower belly, his eyes savage as he took in the bulge that protruded that area with every violent thrust of his.
Your cunt was soaking wet, covering him in your juices and this just spurred him on. You let out a cry as he continues at his brutal pace. Your wrists became sore from the tension of pushing against the tight-locked web.
The pressure bloomed in your core and your pussy fluttered once again over his cock, causing him to hang his head back and stare at the ceiling.
“J-just like that, amor. Fuck, you know how to milk my cock just right, don’t you? How about one more time?”
You whined again, not being able to control your body as another orgasm pulled through you. You screamed and whimpered at the overstimulation as his pace grew more rapid. The sounds of your bodies slapping together filled the room as well as the wetness that poured out of you with every thrust.
Miguel looked back down between your bodies and reveled at the scene before him. The thick white outline right at your entrance where his cock was shoving itself with every thrust. He enjoyed seeing his previous releases leaking out of you. It brought out an animalistic side to him. A primal need to keep you stuffed with both his seed and his cock at all hours of the day.
“Mig-Miguel!” You screamed as his pace quickened with his thoughts and he was grunting even louder, laying himself back to nip at your shoulder, your neck, and then your lips. His hold on you tightened, hands on your plush hips that helped spread your legs a little more for him to dive even further into you if that was even possible.
“I’m going to–” he grunted, swearing under his breath before his pace grew sloppy and you screamed at the sensitivity and the overstimulation.
“Please,” you begged, tears springing from your eyes. He kept his eyes locked on yours as he finally came to. His teeth bared, fangs showing and a growl erupted from his lips. One of his hands lifted, talons showing and your eyes widened. But before you can ask what the hell he was doing, you hear a tear and your wrists are free from the web. You use this moment to grab ahold of his neck and bring him closer to you.
One last thrust and you felt the familiar warmth of his cum spurting into you rope after rope. You’re not sure how you’d been able to hold all of him in, but this might be a new record.
He stills and collapses over your body. Even with how big and heavy he is, you don’t mind. You like the contact and the feeling of being wrapped up under him. It provided a sense of safety to you.
“S-so good,” he breathed.
“No more,” you pleaded in a hushed whisper.
His breath fans over your skin, causing goosebumps to spread all over. He lifted himself slightly to balance his upper body on his elbows. His eyes were still red, but less intense. His fangs weren’t out either. Maybe this was finally the end of your long night.
But then the slightest smirk spread on his face. You could practically feel his softening cock start to get erect again.
You whimpered at the sensation inside you, shifting your hips up and out, hoping he got the message that you were done. You needed him to pull out and let you rest.
“You’re so pretty when you fall apart in my arms, amor. I need to see it again. Just one more time, please. Para mí.”
Miguel knew you couldn’t say no. Because the moment he leaned down to kiss your cheek and then your lips, your body reacted once more to him.
Like fine betrayal.
Your body was meant for Miguel and he knew it.