Page 31 of Cartel Cobra

I thrust into her, and it’s heaven.

It’s sublime.

It’s home.

We move together as she stretches beneath me, arching her back one moment and lifting her hips the next. I pinch her nipple and twist, giving her a burst of pain I know she enjoys. I remember her conversation with Catalina the first time I watched her.

“You won’t break me. I want more, Estebear.” She winks at me. “You’re huge, and I want to make you roar.”

I lower myself onto my forearms, ignoring how my ribs scream in protest. My dick’s loving every minute of this. So are my mind and heart. The rest of my body is ready to commit mutiny. But I won’t stop until I feel her pussy contract around me, and I watch her cheeks flush as I make her come. My right hand rests heavily across her throat, but I don’t tighten. My thumb strokes her jaw. When she tilts her head, I press incrementally harder until I’ve put actual weight into my grip.

“This is what you crave. A man who’ll treat you as his equal everywhere, always, but one who’ll also shield you and protect you because you’re precious to him. You know I’m a man who craves control, who needs it to survive. You don’t give up control easily, but you will if you know the person you’re handing it over to will take care of you. You’ll submit, and I’ll dominate when we have sex, but you know you ultimately decide what we do and don’t do. I’ll never take complete control away from you,chiquita, but you don’t have to be alone anymore.”

I finally squeeze as I lower my lips to hers. The moment she opens to me, I release my hold. I thrust once more, and I feel her body tense beneath me. She rips her mouth from mine.

“Daddy, please, may I come?”

“Sí, mi chiquita.” Yes, my little girl.

I thrust three more times as her knees press against my hips. My fourth thrust threatens to push her into the headboard and rip my stitches, but it brings on the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.

I roll onto my back, but I bring her with me. I let go of her hands, and she wraps her arms around me as she nestles against my chest. I wonder if what I said was right or if I completely misunderstood her.

“Estebear—”

“You’re going to stick with that, aren’t you?”

“Yup. Estebear, do you have a sub?”

I freeze beneath her and look down at her. She spoke quietly, but I heard every word.

“No. Why do you ask?”

“Because I’m pretty fucking positive you’re a Dom. I suspected that all along, but what you said—you understand things most men wouldn’t.”

“Are you a sub?”

“No, and I’m uncertain I want to be. I’ve always enjoyed more than just vanilla, but you described things I’ve never been able to put into words before.”

“I’m not a Dom, Lucy. I like things more than just vanilla too, but I’ve never entertained the idea of being in a D/s relationship. It’s not what I envisioned with you, but I think there are elements of that we both need.”

“I agree. I’ve sensed it since the beginning. It’s why I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“It’s why I knew I’d only walk away if you told me to. Even then…”

“I will never do that. I used to dream of a life that wasn’t what I expected mine would become. Now I can’t imagine any other life than being with you.”

Ella es mi media naranja.

She is my half orange. It would lose something in translation if you didn’t know it means she’s my soulmate.

Epilogue

Luciana

“Fuck, Estebear!”

“Shh,chiquita. The entire house will hear you.”

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