Page 55 of Cartel King

She hooks her thumbs into her thong’s waistband and playfully moves it up and down a couple inches, but before she pushes it down, she twists to look back at me.

“No. Face away from me while you take it off. I love your tits, but I’m fucking your ass tonight. I want to see what I’m going to take.”

“Enrique, you know I don’t feel comfortable with you seeing my scar.”

“You’re going to feel even more uncomfortable when my hand lands across your ass.”

I walk over and slide my arms around her. I slip my fingers down the front of her thong and press them into her pussy.

“You’re already so fucking wet, little one. You feel how hard I am. That won’t go away until I’m inside you, and I can come. You might be unwilling to give me your heart, but you’ve given me your body. It’s mine to enjoy however I want, Ellie. I’ll never lie to you about how I feel about you. I’ll never lie about how attracted I am to all of you. I’ll never lie about how badly I want to fuck you in every position we can come up with. I want to bend you over that bed, fill my hands with your ass, and plow you until you beg me to stop because I’m too rough. I want to give you a moment to catch your breath, then take my cock that’s covered with your cream and fuck your ass. I want you to be a sloppy, dripping mess with proof of how much I want you. You agreed you wanted to try submitting to me. You will obey me now.”

Her breathing’s rapid and shallow. Halfway through my declaration, she reached back and grabbed my pants as though she feared her legs would give out if she didn’t have an anchor.

“Take your thong off and give it to me.”

I kiss the crook of her neck, then move to give her room. She rushes to follow my command, turning toward me before shimmying it off.

“Which drawer has your underwear?” I walk to her dresser.

“The top one.”

I reach for the dresser, giving her a moment to stop me in case there’s anything she doesn’t want me to see. She does nothing but watch. I open the drawer and pull out a pair of bikini panties. I take my knife from my pocket and flick it open as I observe her. Her eyes widen for a second as she watches my hands, then her gaze darts to me. I say nothing, so her attention returns to my hands.

I slice a slit into the cotton, then rip it apart. When it’s in two pieces, I drop it on the floor. I do the same to two more pairs. I close the knife and drop it back into my pocket. I sweep up the rest of her underwear and drop them on the floor. I push the drawer shut and walk through the strewn panties. When I get back to the bed, I sit with my hands clasped between my open thighs.

“Throw them all out.”

“I can’t go commando all the time.” She’s indignant.

“You will. When I want your cunt or your ass, you willnothide either of them from me.”

She assesses me, considering what I’m saying. I know she’s dissecting what she believes is dirty talk and what’s serious. She’ll learn I’m dead fucking serious about all of it.

“Come here.”

She moves slowly, but it’s not with hesitation. She wants to regain some control. If she wanted it all back, she wouldn’t move. She’s obeying me, but she wants it on her terms. I can accept that.

When she reaches me, I stand then spin her away from me. I pinch her ass hard enough to leave a mark for a day or two. I move her hands behind her back. Once I cross them, I use her thong to bind them. I fist her hair, pulling her head to my chest, but careful not to jerk it too hard. I bring my lips to her ears.

“Pick a safe word,chiquita.”

She licks her lips. I can’t help but steal a kiss.

“Mushrooms. I hate them. I would never ask for them.”

I wrap my hands around her waist and lift her as I turn. I put her on the bed, guiding her to kneel with her shoulder pressed into the mattress. I drop to my knees, spread her ass cheeks, and lick her. My tongue travels the length of her pussy and up to her asshole. I stop just before it since I don’t know how she feels about that. I don’t want to ruin this by taking it a step too far.

I knead her ass cheeks as my tongue dives into her, swirling inside her cunt. I pull her toward me, making her flex her hips. I nuzzle her before latching onto her clit. I work it until she’s panting and moaning. She’s fighting the urge to move, catching herself each time her hips rock. She’s doing her best to obey my silent command. That effort turns my lust into something akin to a wildfire. It’s unpredictable, roaring uncontrollably.

I continue as my right hand glides up her ass to her hands. I wrap my fingers around the material between her wrists. The heel of my other hand rubs her pubic bone before I slip three fingers into her. I ease just the tips to the first knuckle, teasing her until she whimpers. I thrust to the base of my fingers. I stroke her G-spot, and she can no longer master the need to move. Her hips rock as she pulls away from the intense pressure, then rocks back, needing more.

She cries out when I let go, but it’s only long enough to strip. Then I’m inside her with one push.

“Fucking hell,chiquita. I’m going to come.”

I fight the need because she hasn’t gotten off. I pound into her, reaching around to rub her clit, desperate to make her come.

“I’m close. Don’t stop, Enrique.”

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