Page 138 of Cartel King

“We’ve always been on the path to marriage. I will love you for the rest of my life, Ellie. You have all of me, and I want you to keep it. I want to grow old with you beside me. I want to fall asleep and wake to you. I want to love and cherish you, hold you in good times and bad, care for you in sickness and in health, until death parts us only to do it again in the afterlife.”

Her hands grip the edge of the table as she moves her hips with mine, pushing them back to allow me to bottom out when I’m in her the deepest. Her clit rubs against the hard surface, and I know she’s straining to get off. I don’t stop her because I want her to come.

Just not yet.

“May I come?”

I pull her away from the table and pull out far enough to spank her.

“No.”

I push her back over the table, my hand in the middle of her back.

“Will you marry me, Enrique?”

“Yes.”

This isn’t how I thought a proposal would go. I’m not such a prince that I’ll turn it down because it isn’t the fairy tale I envisioned.

I retreat, keeping her from the pressure she needs on her clit, before I spank her again.

“I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you too,chiquita.”

It’s like every spank—every dominant action on my part—frees something in her while she submits. Her feelings aren’t a surprise or a secret she’s suddenly revealing. But it’s the dynamic, the openness. It’s what we need because when this is over, we’ll go back to me keeping secrets. We’ll go back to her not having control over what happens outside our door.

This is who we are, and this works for us. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Daddy, please. I need to come.”

I trap her between the table and me. I plunge into her over and over, forcing her clit to grind against the table. She holds onto the edge, and the weight of our bodies makes it creak while the power of our bodies moving together inches it across the floor.

“Come, baby girl.”

She rubs her clit faster until she screams.

“Ay, papí!”

Fuck. I love hearing that. I don’t hold back. I explode inside her, feeling rung dry by the time my cock’s done. I draw her arms out in front of her and stretch over her, entwining our fingers. I kiss the back of her shoulder, along the top to the crook of her neck, then her cheek. We stay joined until my body refuses.

“Don’t move, Ellie.”

I see the flash of sadness as I pull up my boxers and pants. I know she wants me to stay with her, to hold her. I will in a moment. I rush to my office then hurry back. I help her off the table and turn her toward me.

“Keep all my cum inside your sweet little cunt. Catch any that drips on your thighs. Know that body belongs to me.”

I drop to one knee and fish out the ring box I just put in my pocket. I snap it open.

“My body belongs to you just as much, Ellie. You have my heart and what’s left of my dark soul. The only light I have comes from you shining on me. I love you, and I want you to know that’ll never change. That when I pledged to take care of you—when I started the moment I met you—it’s because I’ve always intended to do it for eternity. Will you marry me,chiquita?”

“Sí, papí. Sía million times.”

I slide the ring on her finger, but she’s watching my face not my hands. When I stand, she launches herself into my arms. I sweep her into them and carry her to our bedroom. It’s only as I climb the stairs that she looks at her ring.

“Oh my God, Enrique. This is exquisite!”

“I hoped you’d like it.”

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