Page 28 of Cartel King

“I haven’t—I’m not—Fuck me.”

“I plan to.”

“No. I mean?—”

“You told me already. I don’t give a shit whether you wax, shave, or nothing at all. All my dick cares about right now is being inside you. My hands want to touch your skin. My tongue wants to taste you. And I want to see what’s mine.”

I push back to kneel and yank her yoga pants and thong down with one hard tug. She may not wax or shave, but she’s lady-scaped. I’ve seen nothing more inviting than her pink little pussy. I pull her clothes the rest of the way off, and she’s finally naked. I toss them aside before leaning forward to kiss her forehead, her temple, the tip of her nose, her cheek, her lips, her jaw, down her neck, her shoulder, between her tits, all over her belly, and finally inside each hip joint. Then I’m at the promised land. I hook her thighs over my shoulders and get my first taste.

Fucking hell. I may never leave.

She’s so damn wet I nearly abandon this, so I can strip and thrust into her. Myhuevosache, so I wrap my hands around her waist and lift her up the sofa, allowing me to stretch out enough to press my cock into the cushions. I give myself a moment’s relief as I grind against the edge of the sofa. But if I keep doing that, I’ll come.

I focus on Ellie with the next lick. I work her clit like I did her nipples. I flick, suck, swirl, and graze my teeth over it. Her heels find enough space on the couch to lift her hips. I pull back and slap her pussy.

“Thank you for the offer, but I will take what I want when I want. I told you your body is mine. I decide.”

She watches me for a moment before her legs fall open even wider. She licks her lips, thinking about something.

“Yes, sir.”

Her chest and belly don’t move. She’s holding her breath, waiting for my reaction. Her hesitancy tells me she’s not used to saying that phrase. It’s not just uncertainty about my response.

“That’s right,chiquita.”

I tweak her nipple as I thrust my tongue into her cunt. I let my hand glide down her ribs before thrusting three fingers into her. She easily takes them, and I work her, plunging in and out of her. I find her G-spot and press on her belly from on top and from within. My thumbs rub her clit and just below it.

“Sir, please may I come?”

“No.”

“Enrique!”

“No,chiquita. You will come when I’m buried inside you. I’m not done tasting you yet.”

I pull my fingers out, but I replace them with my tongue as she moans her disagreement. I keep working her clit, bringing her to the edge, then pulling back. I want her to want me as much as I do her. I want her mind to only focus on her need for me. Even if it’s just tonight. Even if it’s only ever just to fuck. I don’t care. I want her as desperate as I am.

“Please.”

There’s a catch in her voice. When I gaze up at her, I see tears in her eyes. She’s reached a limit I didn’t expect so soon. I scoop her into my arms and stand. She wraps around me as I kiss her. She grimaces but doesn’t pull away. She doesn’t like her taste as much as I do.

“What’s wrong, little one?”

I walk up the stairs, holding her tightly against me. Her pussy rubs against my cock, and the pressure’s painful. I’m getting a dose of my own medicine.

“Oh, God. I’ve already revealed so fucking much tonight.”

She buries her head against my shoulder.

“I wasn’t ready for how intense it felt being fingeredproperly.”

Oh.

That sack of shit didn’t even fuck her well.

I get to the top of the stairs and look around. She lifts her head and twists before pointing to the end of the hall. I pass two bedrooms with their doors open. The rooms are furnished but clearly aren’t lived in. I know the house has a finished basement with what could be a bedroom down there. There’s also an ensuite downstairs that I noticed is her office. She has space for her sons to visit, but she lives alone. I’m glad it means no one’s likely to walk in on us, but it also means I worry about her safety even more now that it sinks in how empty this house is for one person.

Constantine barely lifted his head when I came in the door, thumping his tail twice on his bed. But now I hear his paws on the stairs, then a disgruntled huff when the door closes in his face. Ellie looks over my shoulder and laughs.

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