“One thing I love other than good food and fine wine is sex. Not good sex or okay sex, but great sex. The kind that leaves you breathless, aching and completely ruined,” June told him.

Hector leaned in, his gaze heavy and unblinking. “And you’re looking for someone to fulfill the requirement?”

“I’m hoping you’re up for the challenge.” She offered a slow, deliberate wink, excitement dancing in her eyes.

“Baby girl, I don’t do romance and I don’t do 'cuddling',” Hector warned, his voice like gravel. “I take what I want, and I take it hard.”

June didn’t flinch. Instead, she felt a surge of liquid heat settle between her thighs. “Well,” she whispered, “I’m not looking for gentle. I'm willing to play if you are,” danger dancing in her eyes.

“I'm ready. Now if you want,” he said it flatly, a promise rather than a boast. The air between them, which had been a coiled spring for weeks, finally snapped.

“We’re going to my place,” June commanded, tossing him her keys. “And you’re driving.”

The engine had barely settled into a roar before June's hand was on him, stroking and gripping him firmly through his trousers. She felt him surge against her palm, thick and demanding. Wanting a real taste, she deftly lowered his zipper and when he sprang free, she let out a soft breath; she had never seen anyone his size. Thick, long and veiny. She wanted a taste.

“Eyes on the road, Hector,” she murmured before leaning over.

Hector hissed through his teeth as he gripped the wheel. Her mouth was warm as she wrapped around him, taking him in with a practiced ease that forced a guttural groan from his chest. His hips lifting off the seat in a reflexive jerk. He knew he should focus on the road, but the danger of her mouth on him while navigating the dark streets made the thrill unbearable.

“If you keep that up, I’m going to paint your throat before we even hit the driveway,” he growled.

June only smiled against his skin, the vibration sending a thrill through his body. He moaned. Flicking her tongue around the crown before taking him deep. Just as he pulled into her parking spot, he hit his limit. He groaned, a low, guttural sound, as he exploded in her mouth. June didn't pull away; she swallowed every drop, looking up at him with a wicked, sated expression.

Pulling her closer, he kissed her long and hard. “That,” he breathed, “was amazing.”

They were shedding clothes before the front door even clicked shut. Hector didn't wait. He hoicked her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her toward the couch. The only piece of clothing left on her was her g-string which he stripped away, dropping his head between her thighs, to find her dripping wet and swollen. He teased her clit with punishing pressure, flicking his tongue tasting her sweetness, sucking it roughly.

He teased her with punishing pressure, his tongue flicking over her clit, tasting her sweetness before sucking her roughly. June spread her legs wide, anchoring one over his shoulder as she arched her hips into his face, driving her own rhythm. Hector held her waist firm, pinning her down so she had to take every lap of his tongue. The sensation sent her crashing over the edge, her body vibrating until she had to push him away just to breathe.

He didn't give her a moment to recover. He flipped her onto her back and drove into her in one deep possessing thrust, claiming her. June let out a sharp cry, that was a mix of shock, surrender and satisfaction. He was massive, stretching her until she felt completely filled. He pulled out nearly all the way before hammering back in, his hands holding her hips.

"More," June gasped, her fingers digging into the sofa cushions.

“I’m just getting started with you, baby,” he murmured. He shifted his grip, lifting her hips higher to change the angle. He moved with brutal, rhythmic precision, spreading her and driving into her until she was sobbing for breath. He felt her clench around him, her release imminent, and he abruptly pulled out.

"You are not going to come yet," he told her.

June scrambled into a kneel, her skin flushed. Her pussy clenching at the sudden emptiness. She ran her lips along his length, now slick with her own juices, before taking him back into her mouth. She worked him inch by inch until he hit the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, but Hector’s hand was firm on the back of her head, holding her there. He groaned as she sucked him long and hard, finally releasing her just as his pulse began to redline.

"God, you know how to use that mouth," he said, fascinated.

June didn't answer; she smiled. Standing upright, she pushed him back onto the sofa and straddled him. She began riding him in tight, grinding circles, her breasts swaying with every movement. Hector watched her, reaching for her breast. His breath hitching as her internal muscles began to pulse around him again.

“Don’t you dare come yet,” she mimicked his earlier tone, her eyes locking onto his.

“Too late,” he growled.

He grabbed her waist and flipped her once more, pinning her legs back as he hammered into her, his hand reaching around to find her clit with a final, desperate urgency. June screamed as her second orgasm collided with his release, her eyes squeezed shut as they went over the edge together.

"Catch your breath, we are going again." Hector told her, smiling devilishly.