“Honey, please.” Her dad tried to reach for her, but she moved out of his grasp.
“I need a few minutes,” she repeated, voice stronger than before. Her father hesitated but nodded. She didn’t even acknowledge her mother.
Before anyone could say anything else, she grabbed Cisco’s hand and pulled him out of his chair. He eyed her suspiciously but didn’t argue when she led him into the house and straight to the bathroom.
CHAPTER 24
Cisco
Cisco knew very little of her family. As far as he knew, Marisol and her father had a pretty decent relationship. She blamed herself harshly for the treatment of her sister, so their relationship was rocky, though it appeared both women were trying.
Then there was her mother. Cisco didn’t make it a habit of judging women, but she was a vile person with too much time on her hands. She knew exactly what to say to get under someone’s skin and play it off as concern. Cisco was tired of it and hadn’t even been around her for more than two hours. He didn’t know how Marisol put up with a lifetime of that bullshit.
When his girl stood, saying she needed a moment to compose herself, he was all too happy to follow her out. When the door shut behind him, Cisco couldn’t hold back any longer. “Your mother is a viper. I couldn’t sit back and let her talk to you that way. Fuck, Princesa, I’m sorry for suggesting we come. I didn’t realize it would be that bad.”
Marisol didn’t respond, and he grew wary. Did he say something wrong?
She pulled him down a hall and into a guest bathroom the size of a small bedroom. Everything in this damn house was big and screamed money. No…not money. Abundance. Too much.
“Marisol, are you upset?” he asked, his worry skyrocketing.
Marisol grabbed the band around her wrist and pulled back her hair, securing it with the black tie. “No one has ever stood up for me like that,” she said at last. “No one has put me first before my family. No one has made me feel wanted like you have, Cisco.”
He was rendered speechless. And then she dropped to her knees, and he understood the reason for the bathroom privacy all too well. His cock hardened, seeing this magnificent, beautiful woman on her knees for him.
Honestly, what he did was bare minimum. She deserved so much more than him simply standing up for her. It made him wonder what type of men she dated in the past. If they were all like Archie, he had a good idea of her past relationships.
“I need to show you how much I appreciate what you did.” Her voice grew sultry, going straight to his cock. She didn’t need to do this, but who was he to tell her no? Marisol made quick work of his zipper, pulling it down. His cock strained against his boxers, but she expertly pulled him free of his confines.
Her hand wrapped around his cock, pretty red nails digging into his skin. Cisco groaned, reaching down to fist her ponytail. She looked up at him, dark eyes full of lust.
He licked his lips and nodded. “Go on then, Princesa. Show me your appreciation.”
Marisol’s tongue flicked out, teasing his tip. She moved her hand to the base of his cock, dragging her fingersdown his length. He groaned, using one hand to brace himself on the wall behind her. The muscles in his back tensed as her warm, wet mouth took him down her throat. He wasn’t small by any means, but she worked him down her throat like the fucking goddess she was.
She was going to be the death of him.
“Fuck, Marisol,” he groaned, tugging on her hair. Her tongue teased his tip, swirling around to lap at the precum already forming. He felt like a damn teenager getting blown for the first time. He was going to finish embarrassingly fast if he didn’t get his body under control.
Marisol pulled back to suck on his tip. Her hand moved along his shaft, squeezing him perfectly. Not as good as her sweet pussy pulsing around him, but still incredible. He tugged on her hair, drawing a long moan from her. He wanted nothing more than to feel between her thighs and see if she was wet for him. If sucking his cock got her going too.
“Marisol…” he warned as she deep-throated him a second time, making soft gagging noises when he thrust his hips forward. He did it again and again, taking her mouth at a rapid pace. She kept up, though, eagerly taking his thrusts. It was messy and perfect.Shewas perfect. And he never wanted to lose her. That he was certain of.
He moaned her name again, the only warning he was close. Luckily, she understood and eagerly sucked on his tip. It was too much. His hips faltered, and he came with a grunt, wishing they didn’t have to be quiet. Even though he suspected her family was still outside, he didn’t need someone walking by and hearing them.
Marisol groaned, swallowing him down. She pulled away from his cock with a loud pop, licking her lips. The damn woman pulled back with a smirk, a teasing gleam in her eyes.She stood up like she didn’t just give him amazing head and dusted off her clothes. “I’m going to tell my parents we are leaving.”
“Yeah, okay,” he said breathlessly.
“Will you come with me?”
Honestly, if she asked him to put on a clown costume and follow her mom around on a tricycle, he would. Whatever the fuck she wanted. He nodded once and situated himself, covering up once again. He didn’t think walking out with his cock on full display would be appropriate.
Marisol opened the door, leading him back out of the house. He got the perfect view of her shapely ass as she walked, doing little to settle the need growing inside him. The tense conversation around the table ceased the moment Marisol appeared. Her father and Lola had the sense to look apologetic at her for Luciana’s behavior, but her mother’s haughty attitude didn’t waver. If looks could kill, Cisco would be a dead man.
“Thank you for dinner, Daddy,” Marisol said, her voice strong. Pride surged through him because he knew how difficult this was for her.
“You don’t need to leave now, Mar. We’d love to have you stay,” Travis said.