Wet.

Ademar has Nichole soaked and trembling as he pleasures her with his mouth and tongue.

Her taste is almost as divine as she looks right now, so blissed out and ready to be stuffed full of cock.

Ademar doesn't take his eyes off Nichole's pretty little face, not even for a second as he decides to switch it up, now licking and sucking on her sensitive clit. Nichole's moans get louder and louder, her manicured nails clawing at the sheets while her thighs press together, keeping Ademar's head locked in place. Not like he had any plans on going anywhere.

"Fuck, you're so good to me... feels so fucking good," Nichole pants, her hips grinding against Ademar's face. She nearly loses it and cums after feeling one of his fingers penetrate her. One, then two, easing in and out of her wet heat, fucking her nice and deep while his tongue continues tickling her throbbing clit. Nichole's back eventually arches off the bed, and she shouts Ademar's name when his fingers brush across her g-spot. She creams even more, desperate to cum, and Ademar senses it right away.

"Is my sexy girl ready to cum for me? Time to give you what you need, huh?" Ademar pulls away from Nichole at the last second before she's to be swept away by an orgasm. He sits up and grips Nichole roughly by the waist, flipping her over so that she's lying on her stomach. He then hikes her body up into position so that she's on her hands and knees. He slaps her hard on the ass just because. Nichole moans and giggles at the same time before looking back at him, meeting his heated gaze as he slowly pushes his thick cock back inside her. "Goddamn, sweetheart..."

Nichole clenches around him, her pussy talking for her as Ademar pounds into her just how she likes it - hard and fast.

"You looked so fucking sexy today. I could barely keep my hands to myself while we were out at dinner... Couldn't wait to bring you home and get you out of that damn dress." Ademar bends over Nichole's back, nipping at her shoulder blade, marking her beautiful brown skin, and making her his. She groans in response, smiling all the while.

Ademar continues speaking, mostly in Spanish, and although Nichole has no idea what he's saying, his accent is thick and hot as fuck, nonetheless.

"Are you still close, baby?" he asks minutes later in English, his voice deep and husky. "Ready to cum all over my cock like a good girl?"

"Yes. Yes!" Nichole lets go at Ademar's next command, finally succumbing to her body's desires, its wants, as she welcomes the toe-curling orgasm that wrecks her so beautifully a single tear falls and hits the pillow beneath her.

Ademar joins her in paradise a few seconds later, groaning loudly while emptying his load into the condom.

They're breathless and tired by the end of it, but above all, thoroughly satisfied. Once his breath is caught and his pulse returns to a normal rhythm, Ademar gently pulls out of Nichole, allowing her to collapse against the bed. He removes the condom and ties it off at the end before tossing it over into the nearby wastebasket.

"Care to join me in the shower?" Ademar kisses Nichole's neck, his fingers dancing at her hips. "I'll give your sweet little pussy a break and play with your ass instead."

"You're an insatiable, m-monster!" Nichole waves him off, barely able to move. "Get started without me. Need rest. Can't... feel legs. Everything jello."

Ademar chuckles. She's too damn adorable for her own good. "As you wish."

After Nichole hears the shower running from the bathroom, she takes a moment to recollect herself.

Each time they fuck, she finds herself falling even deeper in lust with Ademar Rodriguez. He's by far the best dick she's ever had. Nichole knows for a fact that she's drunk off the sex, drunk off Ademar in general, because she's never had a man make her cum using nothing but his mouth before. She's never had a man fuck her so good that, with the slightest twist of her hips, she's reminded of the bomb ass sex that she had days prior.

Ademar is truly one of a kind. Someone she has no intention of getting rid of any time soon.

"Oh, shitfuck..." Nichole huffs after checking her phone and reading the latest text from Taehyun. "I almost forgot about our date for tomorrow!"

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TAEHYUN (grey) ||  NICHOLE (blue)

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Nichole feels guilty.

She feels guilty and she doesn't know why because it isn't a crime for her to entertain other men while seeing Ademar.

The two have only been talking to each other for a couple of weeks, nothing too crazy. They aren't in an exclusive relationship. Hell, they're not in any type of relationship, if titles and labels are being discussed. But still, she feels guilty.

Nichole places her cell phone back onto the nightstand and rolls out of bed to join Ademar in the shower, hopefully to wash away said guilt that's threatening to choke her if she isn't too careful with it.

Nichole has been so lost in everything that she has going on with Ademar that she nearly forgot about the plans she'd made with Taehyun. He'd asked her out shortly after their first meeting, and given how well they hit it off, Nichole had happily accepted the request for a date that is set to take place tomorrow evening.

She accepted it because, technically, she and Ademar aren't official. None of what they have with each other is set in stone. Feelings aside, they're both single right now. They can see other people any time they want... and Nichole already has.

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LATER THAT NIGHT