Page 59 of Cartel King

A narco-king and a mercenary jest that kinky edging is a crime against humanity. That’s the opening line of the shittiest joke ever.

“Mon minet, can we agree to slow down? Don’t push me, and I’ll be more open-minded about what you want.”

“That’s fair. You know what I want, but I’ll take you on whatever terms you can give me. I want you too much not to.”

“I’m suddenly so exhausted I can barely keep my eyes open. Will you stay and sleep next to me?”

“I wasn’t going to leave until you told me to again.”

I wince. “I’m glad you didn’t listen to me.”

He swings his legs off the bed and stands. “Come,chiquita. Let me tuck you in.”

“Good morning,mon minet.”

I stretch and roll over as I feel Enrique brush his cock between my ass cheeks. We made it to my bed—barely—before fucking again. The movement of me on his dick as he walked down the hall got us all hot and bothered. It’s ten a.m., which is ridiculously late for me to be in bed. But I didn’t get to sleep until nearly four. Then we woke up twice to have sex again. Now we’re ready for another round.

He rolls me onto him, and I guide him into me. We’ve had bursts of passion where we’re clawing at each other. But we’ve also done it like we are now. We’re slow, savoring each movement. As I gaze into Enrique’s eyes, I know he’s won me over. I don’t want to admit defeat, but I also don’t want to fight my chance to be happy.

I need to put my big girl panties on and cowgirl up.

It would be self-sabotage to run from my feelings and what he wants to offer. I’d cling to the misery I’ve lived with rather than let it go.

We move together, and I feel my orgasm creeping up. I ride him with one hand pressed on his chest and one on my hip. My tits bounce, and he appears fascinated. I graze my nails over his pec before pressing against it again as I come.

“I’m yours.”

He freezes for a moment before flipping us. He pulls my legs up, hooking his forearms under them. He watches me as he thrusts. He understands what I mean, but he’s claiming me to be sure I understand what I’ve agreed to.

“Mine!”

He roars as he comes. When he’s done, he lowers my legs. I wrap them and my arms around him. He brings his chest to me, and I smatter kisses across his face.

“Why the change of heart,chiquita?”

“I’m not sure. I just woke up knowing I don’t want to hold on to my anger and bitterness like a badge of courage. I don’t want to be a coward. I don’t want to go through life missing something because I didn’t have the tits—since I don’t havehuevos—to accept it.”

“You have the most magnificent tits.”

I don’t agree. I’ve nursed three kids. I’ve fluctuated in weight. I’ve wanted a reduction, but the insurance refused. I wanted all three boys to start grad school without debt already looming over them. That was more important to me than perky tits. So, I’ll take Enrique’s compliment because it isn’t one I’d ever give myself.

“Thank you.”

I’m quick to respond. I don’t want him to think I wasn’t a gracious receiver and wind up with another spanking for not thinking well of myself. From his quirked brow, I know he was thinking the same thing.

“Do you have to get Constantine?”

I didn’t expect that.

“No. Hunt will hang onto him until I fetch him. Constantine adores all three of them since they helped train him. But Hunt’s the animal whisperer.”

“Do you have to go anywhere?”

“No.”

“Good.”

Someone knocks on my door, and Enrique grins. I watch him roll out of bed and grab his jeans. I push back the covers and try to get out of bed, but one look and a shake of his head makes me stop.

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