Page 120 of Cartel King

“Catalina?”

“Safe and unharmed.”

I dive in for a kiss. Once Enrique sits, we fumble with our clothes. I’m wearing one of his button-downs that comes to mid-thigh.

“What the fuck are these?”

I pull up the shirt as I rise on my knees. He’s already pushed down his boxer briefs, so I push my panties aside. I try to lower myself onto him, but his fingers bite into my ass and keep me from moving.

“Why are you wearing panties, little girl?”

“In case I had to dress in a hurry and because I was in the house with your sisters. It felt wrong not to have anything on under this, but I really needed to wear something of yours. I needed to feel you were around me. I couldn’t have everything on display if I moved the wrong way.”

He presses me down as he thrusts up. My head falls back as I Kegel around his cock. I work the buttons on the shirt until I can push it apart. He latches on to my right breast and sucks. His arms wrap around my waist, keeping me from doing more than rolling my hips. It’s my turn to tunnel my fingers into his hair, holding him to me.

“Daddy, we’re both safe. We’re home. We’re together.”

He groans and sucks harder. He devours me, moving to the other side. There’s fear radiating from him, and I realize just how much my disregard for his expectations bothers him. He kisses across my chest, over my tits, up my neck, and down to my sternum. He nips and sucks until he marks me where clothes will always cover me. His hands hold me in place, not allowing me any control. He needs that, and I’m fine to relinquish it.

“Daddy, do whatever you want.”

He pulls away. “We don’t have time for that. I still have things to sort out. But I promise you I will do whatever the hell I can think of when we have our house to ourselves.”

Our house.

I love the one I live in now. It’s exactly how I want it. It’s perfect for me.

But I don’t want it to just be me anymore. I want it to be us. To be ours. To be “we” and not just “me.” If this is where I can get that, then I hope the next buyer loves my place as much as I do.

“Daddy, fill me with your cum. Know that it’s inside me where it belongs. Know that when you allow me to leave this room, it’ll drip down the insides of my thighs. I’ll be sticky and reminded I belong to you.”

“When I allow you to leave the room? Do you think I’ll lock you in here?”

“I’d hoped you might tie me to the bed and make me wait for you.”

“And when the others ask where you are?”

“Tell them you didn’t want me to leave here until you knew it was safe, and I understood you have things to do I can’t know about.”

“I’m not letting you out of my sight or my reach for months,chiquita.”

We observe each other as his hands now lightly hold my hips, guiding me to move slowly.

“I will pump you full of my cum. Then I will spank your pretty little ass. You will dress and come downstairs with me. You will keep from squirming when you sit on your sore cheeks.”

“Then I’ll suck you off while you sit at your desk and deal with all of this once everyone is gone. You’ll hold my head down while I take all of you.”

“You’ll swallow every drop. Then tomorrow night, I will fuck your ass again. You will have my cum in every part of you. You belong to me, Ellie. You belong beside me.”

“And underneath and on top. I belong wherever you are, Enrique.”

We haven’t taken our eyes off each other.

“I love you.”

It’s a relief and a joy to say it and hear it.

We come together for another kiss. I rise higher on my knees, and his hand lands across my ass. He does it repeatedly, varying the speed and firmness.

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