Page 39 of The Love Language of the Cartel

My words were a vow, one that tempted her with promises of sinful delight.

“Big talk,” she replied, even as her grip tightened around my girth. She leaned forward, letting her tongue graze the crown of my dick, teasing us both with the lightest contact.

I hissed, hips jerking upward involuntarily, driving myself deeper between her soft, full lips before cursing and pulling back. My restraint was hanging by a fucking thread, my eyes dark with raw need. “You don’t know what you’re getting into.”

Demi paused, her lips hovering just over me, and smirked at the challenge in my gaze.

“You started it,” she whispered, defiance laced in her tone.

She took me back into her mouth, swallowing the thick length of my erection until I felt the back of her throat.

“Don’t stop,” I groaned, a command that vibrated through me.

My plea was her power. She’d so cleverly set a pace that had me writhing beneath her. Her mouth moved with purpose, drawing out each of my ragged breaths, each stifled moan. The taste of her, the heat of her, it was all-consuming, and despite the turmoil churning inside me, I couldn’t deny the satisfaction that came from being at the mercy of a woman that fuckin’ beautiful.

“Demi,” I said, panting as my fingers threaded through her hair, desperate for something to hold onto.

One look into her eyes, and I knew she reveled in the way I moaned her name. Tomorrow, we could go back to being married enemies and lovers tangled in a web of passion, but right now, she owned the moment, and I’d savor every second of it.

I lost all control. My hips bucked forward, forcing me deeper and deeper every time she moved down on me. But she kept in rhythm with me, drawing me deeper into the vortex of her mouth while watching and waiting for her cue. My hand clutched tightly at her hair, a lifeline in the turbulence of pleasure she wielded with every flick and swirl of her devious tongue.

“Fuck, Demi,” I called out, my voice a ragged thread unraveling from the spool of my control.

My hips bucked, my dick hitting the back of her throat, and she didn’t flinch. She took it, letting me feel the vice of her throat around me. My thighs trembled. I was so close.

“Fuck . . . Demi,” I choked out again, almost a plea.

At that moment, we both knew she had me.

When I came, it was with a primal sound that echoed off the walls. My release flooded her throat, hot and pulsing, and she swallowed with pride swelling in her chest. As she pulled away, some of my nut spilled over her cheek and breasts, marking her in the most intimate of ways.

Without hesitation, I smeared it into her nipple, claiming the act, claiming her.

“Look at you, making a mess of me,” she said while climbing my body like it was a mountain to be conquered. Her knees bracketed my hips, and she leaned forward, her eyes locked onto mine as she pressed her nipple to my lips. “Suck, papi.”

With one swift motion, she lowered herself onto me, feeling my hardening dick recharged and ready, even after my recent climax. My mouth found her nipple, wet and hot, and she shivered as I lapped and sucked with fervent strokes of my tongue.

“Demi . . .” I murmured against her skin. “I love it when you call me papi.”

I devoured her with a hunger that bordered on desperation. My mouth sealed over her nipple, suckling with burning need as she rode me. She put her right hand on my shoulder, sinking her nails into my skin. Demi leaned forward to kiss me before I slid my hand between us. My fingers danced over her clit in a rhythm as old as time, and it was like striking a match. Heat flared, spread, and consumed her.

“Harder,” she rasped out, caught in the moment of sensation. “Don’t you dare fuckin’ stop.”

My hands, intense and unforgiving, clasped her hips, anchoring her to the reality of my lap, my dick, and my mouth switching from her lips back to her other breast, tongue swirling around the peak.

I grabbed her wrist while I thrust my hips upward. “Tell papi how you like it.”

Demi’s moans were like music to my ear. “I like it deep, papi. Fuck me deep, Ozias…” The way she said my name felt like raw worship. “I-I’m—”

Her body tightened and coiled, and before long, she was shattering above me, crashing into pleasure so intense it obliterated everything else. There was no room for hate, no space for anger. Just this, just her, just us.

“Fuck, Ozias . . .” Her voice broke, exhausted and lost in the waves.

“That’s it, Demi. Cum for papi.”

My name echoed off the walls as she released, each pulse of her body milking me dry, drawing out my own release. I groaned, a primal sound that let her know I was right there with her. My growl vibrated against her skin, pulling another surge of bliss from deep within.

“Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”

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