Chapter 2: Maria and Angel
Maria, with shopping bags in hand, stepped into the house, anticipating the delightful aroma of her favorite dish, arroz con pollo. However, she was far from expecting what she encountered. The cold draft from the open door chilled the perspiration on her brow as she unzipped her leather jacket and tossed it aside.
"Angel?" she called out hesitantly, clutching her shopping bags.
The house was still and silent. She noticed the kitchen light flicker before finally revealing the form of Angel Cordoba, his chiseled torso exposed.
Goosebumps pimpled his deep brown skin, which glistened under the dimming bulb, beads of sweat trickling down toward defined-six-pack abs.
"Maria." His voice was a husky whisper, drawing her in and filling her with desire. "I was looking for some cold water. Diego has to go the the office and doesn't know when he'll be back".
Maria feels a little uncomfortable seeing Angel's superb body, but her pussy starts to get wet very quickly. She heard about Angel's "fuck machine" fame.
The rumors of his prowess danced through Miami circles. Especially about Angel's big, thick, and very hard cock. Many said Maria, Diego's wife, was a fool to let such a man slip through her fingers. Now, only inches away from the raw power of him, Maria envisioned her pussy aching to be filled by an engine stronger than any machine. His sculpted body reminded her of the Greek Gods, his well-muscled chest glowing under the soft glow of the kitchen light. He embodied temptation itself, standing there confident and unapologetic.
The atmosphere in the room shifted, charged with something fierce and unyielding. An undeniable tension hung around Angel, almost like an intoxicating cologne. Both were nervous.
"Do you want to sit and talk?" Maria asked. Angel hesitated. Soon, they were on the couch, drinking whiskey and talking amenities. But Maria couldn't avoid looking at his amazing chest. She felt the heat rising under her collar, and she shifted nervously on the couch. Her mind swirled with wicked thoughts.
"I uh, I love your chest," she said softly. "You are just, wow."
Angel's eyes twinkled. He is timid until a girl starts to kiss him. Then, the animal got out of the cage. A sexual animal, hungry for pussy.
The whiskey loosened Maria's tongue.
"You know, I've heard stories about you and your 'fuck machine,'" she blurted, eyes wide upon realizing her slip of the tongue.
Angel chuckled. "Those stories aren't just stories, Maria."
His deep voice thrummed inside her. She couldn't help it; she was drawn to him. She noticed something growing in his pants. "Can I touch it?", she asked.
Angel noded yes.
Maria's heart raced as she reached forward, almost trembling with excitement and anxiety. She gently touched his bulge, tracing its length. It was a lot bigger than she thought, and a sly smile crossed her lips.
Angel moaned and started to open his pants. Maria advanced and started kissing him.
Maria started to put her hand inside Angel's pants. She felt how hard his dick was at this moment.
Maria wrapped her fingers tightly around the length and squeezed. A flicker of pleasure danced across Angel's face, and his eyes slid shut. She started to move her hand back and forth, slowly at first, watching him respond to her touch. His breath hitched and he pushed his hips forward, allowing Maria to take control. She slid down onto her knees on the floor in front of him as she continued to stroke him, then she lowered her mouth to the head of his cock.
Angel inhaled sharply as Maria's warm lips closed around him.
She slowly took him into her mouth, her tongue exploring every inch of him. She moaned in delight, letting the vibrations ripple through his swollen dick. Maria's free hand reached up and cupped his balls, squeezing them gently. The sensation sent electric shocks surging through Angel's body, as he felt his balls tightening.
Angels stop resisting. He grabs her big breasts. Suddenly, she stands and starts to take off her clothes. Angel did the same.
Soon, they stood naked in front of each other, just a few inches apart. The electricity in the air was palpable; their bare skin nearly crackled with it. Angel lowered his mouth onto her hardened nipples, gently biting them before sucking them fully into his warm mouth. Maria moaned and arched her back, offering him greater access.
"Fuck, Ang," she murmured under her breath. "I need you inside me now."
Angel needed no further encouragement. He spun her body around so that she faced the couch and positioned himself behind her.
She braced herself on the armrest, lowering her upper body to allow him better access to her dripping wet cunt from behind. He slid his hands over her smooth, soft thighs and spread her legs apart. His index finger dipped in her pussy and teased her clit, causing Maria to grind her ass against him desperately. Angel's cock throbbed at the sight of Maria's soaked pussy, ready to be fucked hard.
He guided himself to her entrance, every muscle in his core tensing with anticipation. The head of his cock slipped in smoothly, and Maria gasped as she felt him fill her completely. Angel's movements were slow.
"Angel, give it to me harder," she demanded.
"No", he said. "First, you will feel each inch of my big cock".
"The bigger I ever had," she moaned.
"Fuck me, Angel."
Angel withdrew his shaft slowly, relishing the feeling of her inner walls clenching around him. He slid back in with equal slowness, savoring every moment of her tight warmth squeezing him. "Feel this real man cock", he whispered in her ear.
"Angel, I'm going to cum," she cried.
Her breaths rang hot and heavy as her walls rippled and pulsed, squeezing him like a vice.
The first wave of her orgasm crashed over her, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure. It was like her body was trying to suck him deeper inside, trying to get every last drop.
"Let's go to bed. I have a surprise. I want you over me." Maria took his hand and led him to the bedroom.