Page 75 of Cartel King

“Enrique, I don’t...I didn’t know…Holy fuck.”

“I know, Ellie. I feel the same way.”

We continue to observe ourselves. I’m not a young man anymore, but I feel like a horny nineteen-year-old around her. It’s not like I’ve ever needed a little blue pill to get me up or keep me hard. But it’s been a long time since I could have round after round of sex as fast as I do with Ellie.

It’s almost like I’m making up for lost time. All the years she wasn’t in my life. All the years I wish she had been.

“How are you doing, little one?”

“Don’t you dare stop.”

I chuckle as I obey her command. But when I know I’m close, I reach past her into the box where we placed all our new toys and implements last night. I snag another vibrator that’s even wider than the one I used downstairs. I turn it on and slide it into her pussy.

“You take it, Ellie. Do what you need to.”

“Thank you.”

The two words come out on a moan. My hands grasp her hips as I move faster. The gliding rocker pulls her away as I thrust, then supports her as I pull her back. I drive into her over and over as she moans, begging for me to keep going.

“God, Enrique. Everything’s so tight and so full. Don’t stop.”

“Don’t worry, little girl. I’m not. My balls would never forgive me if I did.”

“Enrique, yes…Yes…I’m coming. I’m coming.”

I don’t hold back as I shoot my load into her. I groan and tilt my head back. When we both come back down to Earth, we look in the mirror. As I pull out some of my cum drips from her ass.

“Enrique, if I wasn’t completely yours before, I am now.”

“Nothing will keep me from you.Chiquita, I will move heaven and earth for you, and I’ll burn it all down if anybody stands in our way.”

“We’re going to have to face the real world soon,chiquita.”

“But I don’t wanna.”

She playfully pouts, and I chuck her bottom lip before giving her a kiss. We’re walking into her living room where we’re going to jump on a video call with her boys. We set it up for this evening because we want to go into the new week with everything out in the open. Plus, she’s understandably concerned that the longer we wait, the greater the likelihood Tommaso will find out on his own. Then he’ll tell her other two sons. She also doesn’t enjoy expecting Will to keep a secret from his brothers. She suspects he probably already told them.

However, she won’t assume that, and she doesn’t want him to bear the responsibility of being the one to tell them. It would only come across as though she’s hiding from them. That’s not what she wants.

She heads into her office, and I can see her from the living room. She unplugs her laptop and brings it over to where I’m standing by the sofa. When we sit, she positions it so the camera will allow her sons to see both of us. She already texted them the link to this call. They’re waiting for her when we hop on together. Her brow furrows as she looks at the three young men.

I’ve only met Will. I haven’t seen the other two besides the photos I’ve noticed in her house. I barely know their names. I was aware Will had brothers, but they weren’t men I’d ever met or had any interaction with.

“Hi, boys.”

She tries to keep her tone airy, but their scowls deepen, knowing there’s nothing light about this conversation.

“Will, did you tell your brothers?”

“Of course I did. What did you think was going to happen when I found out you’re involved with ajefe de jefes? When you wind up with your head cut off and the rest of you is hanging from a bridge, we need to know who to go after.”

“William.” She snaps his name, and anger radiates from her.

I remain quiet, though I have plenty I’d like to say.

“For starters, you know as well as I do Enrique is Colombian, not Mexican. Don’t use recycled stereotypes unless you want me calling you all Guidos as though Mafias are interchangeable from Boston down to the Jersey Shore.”

“That’s not fair, Mom, and you know it.”

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