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Your brain feels like it’s functioning at half capacity ever since your last encounter with Veracruz. He left you bruised, swollen, and sore for days, yet he was all you could think of in your downtime. You try to replicate his touch, your fingers a weak replacement for anything he could fill you with; your attempts to get yourself off pale in comparison to the way that he could make you feel.
Damn him.
"Lose the underwear next time.”
His last words to you reverberate through your body like his own ghostly touch that never lets you rest.
You tried to shift your focus elsewhere, to not go running back to him in that stupid tent in the jungle, but your attempts become useless once you hear the familiar tone of a new text message coming to your phone.
Veracruz: Got a break in 2 hours. Same place as last time.
Your breath hitches in your throat as you prepare yourself to see him again. It wasn’t a request: it was a command. You had no choice but to go when he called, your stomach knotted in anticipation as you close your phone and rush to the bathroom in your apartment. Jumping into the shower to help you think, you mentally rifle through your wardrobe options for the occasion, even though he would rip it off of you quicker than you put it on anyway.
You had no time to waste. He didn't tolerate lateness.
Despite being chastised by Veracruz for sneaking around in the jungle to meet him last time, you find yourself in the same position as before. Looking at his tent from the tree line, watching as his troops appear to be packing up for some sort of excursion. You wait for them to finish rather than get caught, standing back in your secluded spot within the trees until it seemed safe to approach the tent unnoticed.
You make a sprint for it, a few twigs crunching under your feet as you speed to the tent and slip through the fabric opening, letting your back press flush to the cloth behind you as you look inside for Veracruz.
He’s there just as he was before, bent over his desk and appearing to be lost in thought, studying the documents below him. He doesn’t move until you let out a particularly shaky breath, your heart palpitating as you try not to allow your nerves take over.
You can see his body visibly change from across the tent: shoulders tensing, neck stiff, arms suddenly at attention at his sides with one hand hovering over the pistol strapped to his hip.
A few beats pass before he turns his head, his short facial hair and aquiline nose highlighting his side profile for you to take in. His dark eyes narrow to see who is behind him, shoulders dropping from their position at the ready as he recognizes you. He turns his entire body to face you calmer than before.
“Come here,” he commands with a stern tone that broker’s no argument. He beckoned you over, letting his palms rest at ease on the desk behind him.
You approach, suddenly feeling underdressed in your casual sundress. You continue to close the gap between your bodies until he raises a hand to stop you in consideration.
That was the thing about Comandante Veracruz—he was calculating to the point of recklessness, considering each step only to forge ahead on top of it all. He was the same way in his approach to sex, and you had no complaints.
Something changes in his expression as he studies you.
“Oh,” Veracruz says in a surprised tone as his gaze travels downward, his hand sliding between your thighs to be met with nothing in the way of his touch to your cunt. His fingertips dip into you, barely entering you enough for you to feel anything. He drags his fingers along your sensitive skin as he continues. “You actually listened. Wanted to be a good little slut for me this time, hmm?”
You tried not to react to his rough touch, but the feeling of him exploring you after so much time away was better than you had imagined. Working yourself up to a weak orgasm just wasn’t the same, an ache for him something you couldn’t fill with your own fingers. By the way you were already so wet for him, Veracruz thought the same.
“Aww, did your pussy miss this? The way I touch you,” he mockingly crooned, fingers leaving you as he spoke, making a show of putting two of them into his mouth and getting his own taste of you while you stood where you were. Wanting.
You gasped at the lewd image, his eyes burning into you as he directed your attention.
“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to tease me, walking around where one gust of wind could expose you to all the men in the camp, but I know better. You get off being dirty like this, huh? Your cunt just dripping for anyone to see.”
“This isn’t—“ you pause as Veracruz uses his body to push you flush against the edge of his desk, forcing you with a leg between your knees and a hand above your breast. He adjusts his hold to grab onto your neck once he has you where he wants you.
“I asked you a question,” he says as he presses the pads of his thumb and forefinger into your neck, his grip tightening as you feel the fingers of his other hand prodding in between your thighs once more. You exhale sharply through your nose and grit your teeth, trying not to show your annoyance as you swallow heavily.
“This isn’t... I came here like this for you,” you answer meekly, pressing your lips together and looking up at him with pleading eyes that beg him to believe you.
“Oh, you’re really trying to convince me today,” Veracruz snaps back with a grin as he ducks his head down to lean in close to your neck. He nestles into you, biting down gently where your shoulder meets your neck. You tremble at that, weak in the knees at his display of power over you.
“You might be my little whore, but don’t act like you don’t want them to hear you. That’s why you came back here again,” he says matter-of-factly as you feel two of his fingers teasing your entrance. “The truth is, I could do whatever the fuck I want to you and you’d still thank me.”
You want to contradict him, you want to taunt this man for thinking he has that kind of influence over you except...he isn’t wrong. Even now, you clenched around nothing at the harsh words traveling straight down to your clit in a quiver of shameful pleasure. When you had left the house with no underwear under your sundress this morning you knew what you were walking into.
Veracruz wasn’t a gentle man and never pretended to be one. If he wasn’t taking your pleasure for his own, then his voice was in your ear, whispering the type of filth that made you burn .
With little warning his fingers entered you, the wet sound of your pussy giving way for him almost as loud as the moan that punched through your chest.
“I’m glad you listened to me. You should be rewarded for it, yes? Gush around my fingers and my face before I give you my cock.”
The question was rhetorical but he would discipline you if you didn’t answer. The longer you made him wait the longer he would draw out your orgasm, not letting you cum just because he said so. And you could do nothing about it until you’d cry for him, pretty face wet with tears as you begged for him to let you finish.
He liked when you disobeyed him like that, punishing your pussy and claiming it for himself in the same breath.
You whimpered your answer and he let it go, his thumb ghosting over your clit as he filled you. His fingers steadily pumped into you, large and unforgiving but still not enough. No matter how much you squirmed he refused to change pace.
Until he did.
You cry out as you feel his fingers curling up into you, pressing relentlessly against the spot that usually makes you scream and you bite back moans as he continues thrusting his fingers into you. You can see his eyes darkening as he watches your expression, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he watches you fall apart in front of him. Your legs begin to tremble and you involuntarily writhe under his hand as he adds steady pressure from his thumb over your clit, your eyes closing at the sensation.
Veracruz lets his grip on your neck go and a sharp smack hits your cheek.
“No, you look at me,” he commands, bearing his teeth at you. Heat flushes your body in waves as you try to keep your eyes open for him, eyelids fluttering and lips parted as you take what he’s giving you.
You can feel the edge of his desk cutting into the back of your thighs as you try to lean back against it while he fucks you with his fingers. You grab onto his shoulder to try to keep yourself standing. He gets the hint and presses his palm flat against your chest, pushing your body back so that you can lay back on the surface, keeping his fingers in you and shoving a third into you once you’re laying down. Your back arches up towards him at the new angle and you grab his forearm for leverage, still trying to bite back moans, your hips rutting to try to meet his hand.
“Stop,” Veracruz snarls as he throws your hand away from his arm and lands a slap to your inner thigh in the same motion. “What do you think this is? I’m fucking you. You’re taking it. Now cum for me so I can taste that pretty cunt.”
Like your body knew before your brain could catch up, your orgasm crests and slams into you in unrelenting spasms, limbs tingling as you fight for breath above it all. Your pussy contracts around Veracruz’s fingers as they leave, the emptiness inside almost a relief after the pleasure that had been torn out of you.
He brings those fingers to your lips, coaxing them inside for you to taste your own slick as it drenches his skin. You hum at the taste of yourself until he then takes them away and holds your mouth open with unyielding force. His other hand holds onto your throat but doesn’t apply any pressure to cut off your breathing.
Veracruz leans forward and spits into your mouth, flexing his fingers as you swallow around his hand holding you in place.
He watches your throat bob and says, “such a dirty brat, swallowing whatever I give you.”
Loosening his grip on your jaw, he lets you sit up to take off your dress. The fabric flows to the grassy floor as an afterthought, all of your inhibitions following it as you sit on the desk now fully nude. With Veracruz still fully dressed you suddenly felt slightly cool, the thin sheen of sweat on your skin making you shiver in the midday air.
Ticking his jaw to the side as he took you in, Veracruz groaned as your glistening pussy weeped from his cruel attention. You hiccup as he maneuvers you roughly into position, draping each leg over his shoulders as he kneels in front of you, your ass barely finding purchase on the desk you were sitting on.
Leaning down, he lets his words caress your wet folds.
“Who owns this pussy?”
“You.”
“That’s right, pretty girl,” A short slap lands on top of your cunt, making you yell out into the empty tent. “And I’m gonna use it however I want until you beg for my cock instead.”
Your stomach churns in anticipation as you feel Veracruz’s hot breath hitting your sensitive core, and you throb as you feel both of his hands reaching in between your legs. He uses his fingertips to open your body up for him, palms splayed across your inner thighs as he dives face-first into your pussy. Your hips involuntarily roll up into him as you feel his tongue flatten and lick thick stripes over your entrance, pausing to take time to curl under and stimulate the sensitive area under your clit.
You don’t realize how loud you’re being until you feel him lift his head away from you to look up at you.
“Shut up,” he growls as he lifts a hand to slap your inner thigh, your body tingling and responding to every touch at this point. You try to catch your breath and keep quiet as he continues eating you out, but your cries get louder as you feel Veracruz pull back momentarily to spit directly into you, and you can feel his gaze on you as he watches the fluids drip down between your ass cheeks.
You bite down at the back of one of your hands and squirm underneath him as you feel his thumb stimulating your asshole in slow circles, lubricated by your slick and his spit and you can feel your second orgasm coming on fast as he concentrates his tongue on your clit.
He knows you’re close with the way you whine into your hand, thighs trembling around him hard enough that he needs to hold you in place or else you’d slide off the table. You could already feel bruises forming in his tight grip but the ache didn’t hurt you yet.
You already know you’ll feel him for days after, poking the purpling hand prints with pride and a little bit of delighted shame in your bathroom mirror as you look over his handiwork.
Closing his eyes for a moment to savor your taste, he aggressively swirls his tongue around you before harshly sucking on your bud, the shriek that elicits making him double down until you’re gushing around him, back arching up from the force of electricity flying across your nerves at his unrelenting attention.
The one thing you know about Veracruz? He doesn’t stop until you tell him to, tears gathering in your eyes at the pressure of him still lapping at your cunt.
“Fuck, please, please ,” you whine as you try to shimmy your body away from him, the overstimulation of his mouth on you making your stomach knot and your breaths come out in sobs.
“Please what?” He asks as he comes up for air, replacing his tongue with his thumb and pressing it down hard against your clit. “Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me, please,” you whimper as you try to reach down between your legs with both hands to push him away. He grabs both of your wrists in one of his hands as he stands up in between your legs, using his other hand to undo his pants just enough to push his underwear down and let his cock spring free. He pumps his length a few times as he rubs the head of it against your opening, lubricating it with your slick so that he can tease your clit.
“Tell me one more time.”
“Fuck me! Fuck m—“ you cry out exasperatedly and then your cries are clipped short by the feeling of Veracruz entering you, cock hard as steel as he glides into you and fills you up completely.
He grunts into your hair for a moment as you adjust to his size, your contractions around him only sucking him in deeper until his pelvis grinds into you. The stretch is almost painful, but your last orgasms made you so wet he had little trouble at all pushing in before reeling back to sheathe himself to the hilt inside you again.
“Is this what you wanted? You wanted me to wreck you with my cock? Ruin you?” He huffed, the sweat and slick of you both sticking to your skin as he fucked into you.
You grappled for support, trying to hold on to something to keep you grounded as you slid on the wood below you. Curling your fingers around his tactical vest, you grabbed onto it with as much force you could muster as Veracruz only seemed to move faster towards his own release. His arms flexed around you, tilting you into him so he could reach up and slam into you with enough ferocity to make you scream.
You bite down on your lower lip enough to taste the sting of blood on your tongue to muffle your moans with each thrust, head bobbing back and forth with the momentum of his movements. Your fingers begin to cramp as you cling to his vest and you try moving one hand behind you, gripping onto the edge of the desk for leverage. You can feel your eyes begin to roll back, vision blurring with the intensity of it all.
Veracruz presses his sweat-slick forehead against yours to get your attention.
“Look at me,” he tells you between gritted teeth and he pulls his head back as you open your eyes. His mouth is hanging open as he continues thrusting into you, his usual slicked back hair now unkempt and partially falling onto his forehead. “So fucking tight for me. Every time.”
His eyes travel down to your chest and he grabs at one of your nipples, twisting it harshly between his fingers enough to make you arch your back up towards his touch. You begin to scream but his hand quickly moves to your face, covering your mouth with his hand to muffle your cries.
You reach up and cover that hand with your own, fighting to breathe as he splits you in two, hitting a spot inside that seared you with flames that consumed everything in their path. If he was the fire then his desk was your funeral pyre, each gasp leaving his lips threatening to kill you from the inside out until you were spent.
After one particularly sinful roll of hips he leaned over and bit down into your hand holding onto him, nipping at you without remorse as he leaves marks behind.
You only get wetter as he pushes your limits, your safe word tucked away as Veracruz floods all of your senses. He felt you fluttering around him and cursed at the way it made him throb, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer as he watched your eyes beg him so prettily.
This was the high he needed, coiled tight and raring to life knowing you’d give your body to him in every way. The pleasure you both created was addicting, and his hips stuttered as his muscles tightened in pleasure. Then he felt you clench down on him. Hard.
“You’re gonna leave here with my cum dripping out of you, do you understand?” He growled, hands holding onto your hips as he grinds against your clit without mercy. All you can do is nod as you hang onto him, bucking into his thrusts as much as you can. “I want you to send me a picture of yourself when you get home. Make sure you’re being a good girl for me.”
The tingling overtaking your lower body spreads upwards with painful awareness, and you know nothing for a few moments as your orgasm rattles through you. You feel wrung dry and out of your body as Veracruz fucks you through his own release, the warmth he fills you with so overwhelming that you forget to breathe. He chokes on your name as he finally stills inside you.
The flush of his cheeks made you preen inside, satisfied that you were the only one to ever see him in such disarray. The grunt that leaves him when he pulls out of you is as obscene as the rest of him, a stark contrast to the quiet intensity he wore like a second skin out here in the jungle.
He rectifies that quickly; his cock is swiftly tucked into his uniform, loose hair pushed back, vest taken from your white knuckled grip, mouth wiped to erase all traces of you from his skin. The lofty smirk on his face as he watches you struggle is self-assured and cocky. It was maddening to see him so collected when you sat where you were, disheveled and devastated.
That was what he did best after all.