Page 65 of King of Hearts

Bending down, I scooped her up in my arms then headed toward the pool house. Hector saw me coming, so he opened the slider for us, and Taylor waved at him, giggling under her breath.

My cousin left, shutting the patio doors behind him. Once I set Taylor down, I walked over and shut the curtains, which transitioned the bright room into gloomy darkness. With Taylor standing in the center of the floor, waiting for me…it was brighter than ever.

“What’s your plan, Mr. Hernandez? You going to punish me?” Hips made for sin rotated as she stepped closer, dragging a finger down through the center of her cleavage.

I inhaled a silent breath, watching her draw near.

My resolve snapped.

I stepped forward, keeping my eyes on her. “I can’t punish you the way I’d need to in order to properly teach you a lesson.”

I smirked, but suddenly Taylor faltered…as if she’d just run into a glass wall.

“What…what did I say?” This was just like the last time, when I had said something wrong and she shut me out. I stepped forward until my hand cradled her elbow and drew her closer. She ducked her head, shaking it back and forth…and I fumbled, trying to figure out what it could be. Then suddenly I remembered what she’d said after her father had shown up.

“My father used to teach me lessons.”

“Shit, I’m so sorry…that was the wrong thing to say.” I rubbed my hands up and down her arms.

“No, it’s okay…it’s just sometimes that word hits me like a sledgehammer in the chest. I’m never fully prepared for how it will feel.”

I kissed her hairline, gathering her in my arms. “Don’t shut me out…I’m sorry I said it.”

Suddenly she tipped her head back, giving me those ocean eyes.

“I won’t. I want to do what you brought me in here for.”

I chuckled, running a finger up her back, trailing close to the edge of her bikini bottoms.

“I brought you in here to watch you strip, then to see how much you’d let me get away with while I touched you.”

“Why don’t you do it then?” she whispered, carefully placing a kiss to my chest. My heart was beating intensely behind my skin.

Bringing the finger that was trailing down her spine up to her neck, I tugged on the black string until it fell away, leaving her tits bare and those rosy, pink nipples peaked and primed for my touch.

“Beautiful,” I whispered, tipping her head back to capture her lips.

She wrapped her hands around my neck, clinging to me while she melded her mouth to mine, allowing our tongues to dance to an angry beat of conquest and obsession.

I moved my hands down to her hips to bring her against my erection. Of course, her belly made that trickier than normal, but I still tried it, which ended up making Taylor laugh as she kept her lips against mine.

In response, I shoved her bottoms down, holding her hand to help her step out of them. She in turn lowered to her knees and tucked her fingers into the waistband of my shorts. My erection strained against the material, popping free the second she tugged them down.

“Glorious.” She let out a heavy sigh. “You have the most perfect cock, Juan. I haven’t ever told you this, but it’s a work of art. The perfect length, all dark veins, and that head—my god.”

I inhaled a sharp breath, looking down at the top of her head, watching as she stroked me up and down and then leaned forward until she was taking me in her mouth. The groan I heard wasn’t mine; even though I wanted to let a sound loose, it was the girl on her knees deep-throating me who was groaning like it was the most pleasure she’d had in her entire life. It was so fucking hot that I had to concentrate on something else so I didn’t blow my entire load down her throat.

She let up until she was sucking on just the tip, swirling her tongue around the head a few times until she was lifting my cock and pulling on my balls, opening her mouth to fit one in fully.

“Fuck!” My hips jerked forward with the sensation. No one had ever done that to me, and damn…it felt really good.

She continued to suck then moved to the next one, repeating the process while precum leaked down my shaft.

“You weeping for me, baby?” she murmured with hooded eyes. Sitting up, she released my dick, licking up the precum that coated it and then took me in her mouth again.

I rocked my hips to match the rhythm she’d picked back up, until I pulled completely out and gripped my shaft, pumping it until ribbons of white shot out, landing all over Taylor’s chest.

Her lips twisted into a seductive smile while she rubbed the mess into her skin, over her nipples, and then took my seed and rubbed it in between her legs. I was already ready to fuck her, but that image had me hard as stone, nearly in pain from how badly I needed to be inside her. Taylor reached her hand out for help up, and as soon as I lifted her, she let out a pleased sigh and walked past me to the bathroom.

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