Chapter 74

I started to tremble even more when Picasso pushed his cock against me, holding my shoulder with one hand and my hair with the other. He wrapped his wrist in the elongated wicks and tested to see if he could pull. I giggled, even though I wasn't in a position that allowed me to make fun of anything. Picasso, however, lowered his mouth to my ear.

“Laughing at me, baby? "He bit my earlobe. "And I was worried if I would be hurting you. I think I'm far from that, right?

He pushed himself inside, putting his body to mine. A scream got stuck in my throat, but it turned into a purely malicious laugh when Picasso raised his hand from my hip and hit my ass hard. It hurt that only hell. It burned too much. But I wouldn't disturb the moment to talk about my ass, because I was too focused on the movements he performed again with his hips.

Picasso literally covered his cock with my pussy, crumbling the entire length of his skin inside the condom, and I shuddered even harder. He