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And fuck, did she have a praise kink? Because hearing Cisco call her a good girl flooded her pussy. She liked it. She liked ita lot.

Her orgasm came fast out of nowhere, ripping through her body. She screamed out, her moans muffled by the sheets. Hot liquid filled her as Cisco held on to her hips like a lifeline. Him filling her up felt like the final stage in his claiming of her. His sticky seed dripped down her thighs, but she was too far gone to care.

No longer having the strength to hold herself up, Marisol dropped her hands from between her legs and fell onto the mattress. Behind her, Cisco pulled out with a groan. She expected him to fall into bed next to her, but he didn’t. Instead, she heard a cabinet opening, and then a light flickered on and off.

Something soft soon touched her leg, causing her to jolt. “It’s just me, Princesa. Let me clean you.”

She should feel mortified having him clean his cum out of her, but she was too fucking satisfied and tired to care. It felt nice to be pampered; it wasn’t something she had ever experienced with sex before.

Soon, the bed dipped beside her, and Cisco’s warm body pulled Marisol into his arms. She turned to face him and nuzzled into the crook of his neck. “Stay,” she said again, even though he already agreed earlier.

“I’m not leaving you,” he said.

She wondered if that meant he wasn’t leaving her now, or he wasn’t leaving her ever.

She didn’t have the chance to think over it long because sleep soon claimed her, pulling her under.

CHAPTER 22

Cisco

Something heavy plopped down on his chest followed by a fluffy tail hitting his face. Cisco groaned. Despite his better judgment, he forced his eyelids to open and was immediately blessed with the view of Snowball’s butt.Lovely.

Not exactly the sight he wanted to see after a night of passionate sex with the woman he was falling for.

Curled up next to him was a very naked Marisol, covered only by a thin sheet. She was cuddled into his side, her head resting on his shoulder. Her hair was sprawled out across the pillow and his face, but he had no complaints.

She was fucking beautiful.

Visions of last night replayed in his mind. His head between her legs, tasting heaven. The moans she made as she writhed underneath his touch. How he felt when he was inside her. It was all perfect.

And he wanted more.

Cisco turned his body, much to Snowball’s protest. The cat meowed angrily at him before prancing out of the room.Probably for the best. He didn’t need Snowball seeing the things he was about to do to her mother.

Cisco pressed his lips to Marisol’s shoulder, pulling her closer. The sheet slid down, exposing the expanse of brown skin he wanted to lick from head to toe. She smelled so fucking good, like fruit and candy. One taste wasn’t enough. No, he was addicted now.

“Cisco?” she murmured in her sleep, a sultry, throaty morning voice.

His cock hardened at the sound of his name.

“Morning, Princesa,” he purred, leaving a line of soft kisses from her shoulder up to her jaw. A soft moan escaped her lips, fueling his desires. Fuck, her moans of pleasure were music to his ears.

She settled on top of him, their bodies pressed together. His hard length throbbed against her belly as she wiggled on top of him, creating friction. He groaned, and Marisol giggled. “Someone’s awake.”

There was no denying it.

“Awake and hungry,” he murmured.

Marisol placed her hands on his chest, lifting herself up. It gave him the perfect view of her tits and hard nipples. God, she was perfect. He wanted to bury his head between her chest and suffocate himself. Seemed like a good way to go.

“I can order us breakfast,” she offered and tried to move off the bed.

She didn’t get far before his arms wound around her waist and pulled her back. “Stay.”

The beautiful smile she gave him was enough to lose his damn breath. “Well, if you’re hungry, I need to order something.”

“I’m not hungry for food,” he said, licking his lips.

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