This is one of his favorite ways to have you. The needy way, primal and frantic, tearing into each other the moment he walks through the door after a long mission.

That’s how you wound up in this position; draped over the arm of the sofa, face down in the cushions, with Miguel’s thick cock splitting you open. It didn’t really matter at this point that he was also on the phone with Spider HQ about an important upcoming mission.

“Cierra tu linda boca, preciosa,” he warns. His voice is a low purr as he grips the flesh of your ass, squeezing with just a hint of talon to keep you on edge. “It’s HQ. Can’t have them hearing how good I make you feel, can we?”

He can tell you’re trying; choked off sounds, muffling your voice in the couch, doing whatever you can to stay quiet. He’s miraculously got his own voice under control, calm and even when he has to speak, but otherwise the call is muted. A vicious grin curls his lips before he slams forward hard, relishing the moan that breaks off into a squeal when the impact is hard enough to scoot the couch forward.

“Ah, I said quiet.” He curls his fingers into your hair, tugging your head back until your spine arches and his lips are at your ear. “Come on, nena. You can take it.”

He lets you go and unmutes the call, giving you a pointed look before the business talk continues.

“Si, yo comprendo,” he speaks into the receiver, but his eyes are locked on the way your ass bounces when his thrusts meet it. “Get my team briefed, I have something to take care of first.”