Page 137 of Cartel King

I squeeze her throat tighter and pull her fully against me.

“Or I give you something else to think about.”

I dive in for a kiss, and she surrenders immediately. Rather than return my embrace or run her hands over me, she crosses her wrists behind her. I adjust my arm around her arms and waist. I keep increasing my grip on her throat until she has to pull away. She tilts her head back, and I nip at her right earlobe.

“You’ll let me worry about that for now. All you need to think about is how I’m going to fuck you until you scream. Until you beg me to stop because it’s too much. Then you’ll beg me for more. I’ll watch your beautiful ass turn bright pink. I’ll play with your sensitive nipples while I suck on them. And I’ll make your cunt ache for me while I play with your clit.”

“When,papí?”

“Right now,chiquita.”

I shift us until she’s leaning over the dining room table. I pull her yoga pants down and enjoy the view. I love looking at her ass and thighs. I love thinking about her legs wrapped around my waist. I love sliding my hands over her ass, always having something to cup and hold.

She angles herself, so her top half presses into the wood. She’s kept her hands at her lower back the entire time. Her left cheek rests on the table, and her eyes are closed. She trusts me and whatever I do. She shifts onto her toes to get more comfortable, and it pushes her hips back. I can’t resist the temptation. I grip her hips and grind my dick against her ass. When I take a step back, her fingers uncurl, and she snags hold of my shirt. I move out of her reach and bring my hand down across her ass.

“OW!”

It wasn’t a light tap. It wasn’t a medium one to warm her up. It was a sharp crack she wasn’t expecting. I land another and another, her ass blossoming into a rosy pink immediately.

“Do you know why I’m spanking you this hard?”

“Because you can?”

“Yes. Because you love it. You love knowing that when you give me control, I take it. I’m not a man to be toyed with. When something’s given to me or I take it, it becomes mine. I take care of what’s mine and treasure it. I hold on to it. You belong to me, Ellie. You have since the moment I saw you, and you will until my last breath. I will find you in the next life and the one after that until eternity. When I want to fuck you, I will. When I want to make love to you, I will. You can always tell me no, but if you don’t, I will take what I want when I want.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

We both know there are elements of truth to what I’m saying, but much of it is role play. She loves it as much as I do. I’ve never been so possessive of anyone or anything in my life. I have three siblings, and as the oldest, I’ve always felt responsible for them. It’s meant sharing even when I didn’t want to. Most of the time, I enjoy sharing with them now. It’s the same with my nephews. But I want Ellie all to myself.

I don’t want to lock her away from the world. I don’t want to take her out of some gilded cage just to parade her around town at events. I want to know I can make her happy and protect her. That she doesn’t need to turn to someone else because I can’t do those things. I want her to know she has all of me. That she possesses me heart, body, and soul.

An all-consuming need to be inside her sweeps over me. Every thought I had a moment ago on how to tease her evaporates. I unfasten my pants, pushing them and my boxers down. I grab her hips and thrust into her.

“AH!”

Her mind’s unprepared for my force, but her pussy is slick. It’s easy for me to enter her. She wants this already.

I fight not to thrust repeatedly until I come. Not yet. I reach around her, my fingers seeking her clit. When I find it, I roll it between my thumb and index finger. I pinch and pull her pussy lips until I come back to her clit. I rub slow circles that soon have her shifting with impatience.

“You come when I say you can. Your orgasms belong to me. I can give them, and I can take them away. You need me as much as I need you.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You crave this as much as I do.”

“More.”

“Impossible. No one can want another person more than I want you. I’ll do anything to make you happy, Ellie. Anything.”

“Marry me.”

The words fly from her mouth, and we both take a moment to realize what hangs in the air. When it sinks in, I pull almost all the way out. I see the immediate hurt on her face. She’s unprepared for how I hammer her cunt, thrusting over and over. My hand tangles in her hair as I lean over her body.

“If that’s a proposal, I accept.”

She looks over her shoulder as best she can.

“Do you mean that?”

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