Page 73 of Cartel King

She’s done so well with everything we’ve tried over the past two days. I’ve offered her all the things she’s asked for, and she’s been open-minded, trying all the variations I suggest. Every moment we share like this, we rebuild the trust that cracked and continue to make a solid foundation for a relationship I no longer have doubts about.

It was hard not to question myself as I learned about the past she didn’t want to share. She’s told me a little more, and if I weren’t committed to spending the weekend with her, I’d be in Boston beating the shit out of Tommaso and Frank. As is, once they know I’m with Ellie, they’re going to owe me a shit ton to make up for what they did.

I don’t care if it was years before I met her. Just sending her on the mission last week is enough to make my blood boil. Rather than stew in anger, I keep my focus on the woman tied to the table in front of me.

“Do you think you deserve to come yet?”

“I don’t know that I deserve it, but I’d really like it.”

My lips twitch. She has a colorful sense of humor, a quirky sense of humor, a sarcastic sense of humor, and a dry sense of humor. I’ve seen all of it this weekend. It’s only made me want her more, and it’s made it easier for me to open up to her.

I slip my fingers along the outside of her pussy lips, then twist the vibrator that’s running on high with the little arm turned away from her clit, rubbing the smooth strip of skin. I bring it back to her clit, and she tries to arch her hips off the table, but she has no leverage since her calves hang over the end.

This position leaves her pussy resting at the edge. I put the pinwheel aside and merely watch her as the vibrator makes her tremble. I observe how her body tenses until she’s straining to get off. She wants it so badly right now. She’ll risk another punishment just for momentary relief. I withdraw the vibrator and put it on the tablecloth we laid for this express purpose.

I lower myself until I’m kneeling between her legs. I lick and groan at her sweet, musky taste. I’ve never minded eating out a woman, but it’s never been my favorite thing to do. However, with Ellie, it’s like nectar from the gods. I think some of it’s knowing I’m the first man to do this in so long. It’s almost like I’m actually her first. At our ages, it’s practically impossible to try anything we haven’t somehow done with previous partners.

As I dip my tongue into her, I twist the plug I put in her ass this morning. We started with a medium-sized one for a few hours yesterday while we watched a movie, and she warmed my cock. She offered, and I said yes. We spent the first half of the movie with my cock in her mouth. It was divine torture for me. Then she sat on my lap, continuing to warm it, flexing her pussy every so often to keep me hard.

Now I bring her to the edge as I spin the largest plug. Her eyes are closed as she moans over and over. I know how sensitive she is after all of this tormenting. I don’t want to go from hurting to harming her. I’d never trust myself again, and this isn’t something I want to give up sharing with Ellie.

Just the opposite. I hope this intimacy continues to grow.

I slide three fingers into her, rubbing her clit in between flicking it with my tongue. I planned to leave her needy even longer, but I don’t have the heart to do that.

“Come for me,chiquita. Let me taste how much you love my mouth on you.”

“Sí, papí.”

Those two words make my heart feel three sizes too big in my chest and my cock about ten sizes too big in my boxer briefs. After her son walked in on us yesterday, we decided going naked wasn’t a good idea. We settled for a tank top and little shorts for her and my boxer briefs for me. That’s less traumatic if anybody walks in on us than her in nothing except maybe a bra, since I refuse to allow her to have her panties back. In fact, I laid a fire and symbolically burned the ones I slashed, the rest I threw in the trash.

“I’m so close, Daddy. Just keep going, please, a little more.”

Her wish is my command.

“Yes, yes, just like that. I’m coming. I’m coming, Daddy!”

That word’s never been my thing before. I’ve never asked a woman to call me that. I never even considered it. It’s something I haven’t shared with anyone other than Ellie. I guess we have a first, after all.

Her cream coats my lips, and her taste is still on my tongue as I stand. She watches me as I lick my lips and grin. She opens her mouth and turns her head to the side, her invitation obvious. I untie her legs and move her up the table, so her head is at the far end, able to tip back off the edge.

I don’t rebind her legs, so her feet come up onto the tablecloth. She pushes back a bit more until she’s comfortable. As I drop my boxer briefs, I realize our precautionary minimal clothing is moot since we’re both naked now, and she’s tied to a table. It was a placebo thought because it would traumatize any of our family to walk in on us like this. Hell, it would traumatize Ellie and me if anyone saw her like this. But it makes us worry less when we aren’t in the middle of sex.

When we live together, I question whether I would give keys to her sons like they have to this house. I’m already picturing her sharing a home with me. We’ll have to implement the same rules for my family as we’ll have with hers. They need to call or text as they arrive in the neighborhood, then call or text again as they come through my gate. That way we should have ample time to get Ellie dressed since I intend to keep her naked as much as I can.

I stroke my cock three times, then tap her lips. She opens for me and sucks my cock practically down her throat. She works it in a way that tempts me to think about her past and the clear experience she has doing this. But I refuse to allow ghosts to share this time with us.

I lace my fingers through her hair, helping support the weight of her head as it bobs.

“Ellie, you’re going to make me embarrass myself with how fast I come. Fucking hell,chiquita. You’re going to swallow all of me, aren’t you?”

She hums, and the vibration nearly does me in. I intended to fuck her throat, but she’s the one fucking me. I can’t get enough of her. Everything about her lures me in like a siren.

“Ellie, if you don’t want to swallow, snap.”

Her hands flatten on the table. I don’t hold back.

Considering how many times I’ve already come, it shocks me there’s still any left. I know how the male anatomy works, so that’s an exaggeration. But it defies understanding, since every orgasm is so intense.

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