Page 31 of Cartel King

“Oh, God. What’re you doing to me, Enrique? So intense.”

She tightens around my dick and threatens to squeeze the cum from me. Intense seems too mild a word. Mind blowing. Earth shattering. Coming might kill me.

“I’m coming, sir.”

My hands grip her ass and move her harder and faster, grinding her clit against my pubic bone. She explodes again, her entire body tenses. She was grasping the pillows, but now her left hand clings to my shoulder. She circles her hips before she flexes her pussy muscles. I wonder if she’d twerk for me. I picture sitting in a chair, stroking myself, while she leans forward with her hands on her thighs and shakes her ass.

That’s distracting me in a way that makes me leak. I focus on the here and now. She draws out sitting back, pressing against my chest until she’s upright. Her expression is pure siren. She puts her hands on her hips, arches her back, and rises on her knees. Then she eases down my cock. It’s excruciatingly slow. I inhale, prepared for her to tease me. I’m unprepared for her rise and fall with a speed that shatters my restraint. She circles her hips each time she drops and Kegels when she’s at the top.

The woman fucks like a goddess.

I buck beneath her, but it’s not enough. I flip her before I kneel. I lift her hips and pound into her. I have a fingernail hold on my self-control. If I completely let go, I’ll hurt her. But she tempts me. I’ve never been so wholly consumed by someone or something. I’m oblivious to all else.

“May I come again, sir.”

“Fuck yes.”

I thrust and grind as I watch sweat bead on her forehead. I feel it sliding between my shoulder blades. She presses her heels into the mattress, rolling her hips despite how I try to hold them in place. I can’t wait.

I lean over her, kissing her as I blow my load. She moans, and I know she’s coming too. My arms shake by the time I’m done. I open my eyes as she does, too. We stare at each other, panting. We’re both struggling to breathe.

I’m about to roll away, but she wraps her arms and legs around me. The moment she realizes what she did, she lets go. A look of embarrassment flashes across her face. I lower my body to hers. I kiss her again, and she sighs. She wraps herself around me, and I love it. I love the feel of her holding on to me, her entire body pressed against mine.

I slide my arm around her and roll us together. I know she thought I was pulling out, and she didn’t want our connection to end. I feared crushing her. I don’t let go of her as she sprawls across me. My hand rests on her ass as the fingers of my other hand trail up and down her spine. She settles and rests her head on my shoulder, drawing her legs up.

I turn my head to kiss her forehead. I’m not used to feeling affection. I’ve done this very thing before with subs as part of aftercare. But it always felt perfunctory. Right now, my heart aches to take care of her. To make sure she understands how much this means to me. How much I want to give her everything she could ever need. That I want to keep her beside me for the rest of time.

I’m a man who makes irrevocable decisions in seconds. I rarely have the luxury of minutes. I sure as shit don’t have hours or days. I don’t think it’s ever taken me a week to decide something. I know what I feel from instinct and a lifetime of assessing situations in a heartbeat.

Ellie isn’t used to that. If I tell her how I feel, she’ll run for the hills. She’ll bolt like a scared animal. I keep my thoughts and feelings to myself, but she will know she’s mine. Not just her body. But all of her. I’ll give her my heart and soul. I won’t settle for anything less from her. She just doesn’t know it yet.

Chapter Seven

Ellie

That was surreal. I would call it an out-of-body experience if I hadn’t just felt every bit. My mind alternates between whizzing among memories of what we just did and restful silence.

Peace.

That’s what it is. When my mind is at rest, it’s at peace.

It’s a foreign feeling to me, but it’s one I’d very much like to get used to. We’re both way too hot, and neither of us can catch our breath while pressed together. I roll toward my side of the bed, always sleeping closer to the door since I had my first baby, but Enrique stops me and shifts me to the other side. I let him, not giving it much thought. My head lolls to my right, and that’s when I see the bedside table.

Oh, fuck.

I don’t move, not responding to Enrique rolling onto his side, wrapping his arm around my waist. He follows my gaze and sees what I do. He pushes up on one elbow and gently nudges me to look at him.

“I’m clean, Ellie. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, but I’m always testing regularly.”

I nod. I’m still shocked by what we did. It all moved so fast. That’s why I’m without words.

“Ellie, are you not on birth control anymore? If you’re worried that we might have?—”

I shake my head.

“I had a hysterectomy years ago. I’m just surprised at how fast everything happened. That’s all. I’m clean, too. Not just because I haven’t been with anybody other than him, but because I double-checked.”

He kisses my cheek and settles beside me. If this had happened five years ago, I’d be in a panic. But now, I’m fine since the baby ship not only sailed but sank.

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