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“How did you picture it?” I ask as I slip my hands between my legs and begin to play with myself. I’m so fucking wet for him, and I have no idea why. I barely know him, and he could be any pervert off the street, but I don’t see that side of him. I don’t see him like that.
“You bent over my bed after I’ve eaten your pussy until you were dripping wet and ready for me.”
“We can still do that later.” I gasp at the feel of my own fingers inside me, and I can see Marco’s eyes as they darken.
“Turn around, Chula.” I do as I’m told and turn around when he shoves me down onto the counter. My ass is sticking out, and I have no warning before he slams his cock all the way inside me.
“Oh fuck!” I cry out at the fullness that I feel. He’s bigger, thicker than others I’ve been with. His hands grip my hips as he fucks me hard. My body hits the counter, causing some pain, but not enough that I care right now. I don’t. I don’t care about the pain, I want it. I want it all, and Marco is giving it.
“You like when it hurts, Chula?”
“Yes!” I cry out as his fingers dig deeper and he moves faster. The way I’m feeling right now is high. I’m high on everything Marco is giving to me, and I don’t want it to stop.
“Harder,” I tell him.
“Fuck! Such a good girl,” He roars and does as I ask. He slams into me over and over until I’m gasping for air and his cock is buried inside me. It’s so fucking good. It’s too much. It’s not enough. I don’t know what I feel right now, but all I know is that I need more.
Marco gives me just that. He takes me harder and faster. He reaches around with one hand and finds my clit, and I nearly explode for him. This is all happening too fast. I want more. I need more, but if this is all I can get for now, I’ll take it.
“You want to come, Chula? You want to cover my fucking cock in you? Do it. Do it, Chula!” He demands me. And I do. I let go and come all over him.
Chapter 8
Marco
My cum drips down her thighs as we both stand here catching our breath. I don’t know what it is about her that I like, but I do. It’s like the more I see her, the more I hear about her life in the past, the more I want her. The more I see her, the more I think there could be something between us because I sure as hell feel different when she’s around, and that’s not something I’m used to.
I reach down between her thighs and collect my cum on my fingers before shoving it back into her, earning a moan from her.
“Fuck, Chula. What am I going to do with you?”
“Let me be a part of your crew so I can get the job,” she tells me. Anger slithers through my veins when I grab her neck and spin her to face me now.
“Is that what this was? Your attempt to get me to let you in?” Her eyes narrow before she shoves me back a step.
“If that’s what you think, you’re fucking stupid,” she hisses at me. I release my hold when she goes to clean herself up.
“Shit, Chula. You get me all kinds of wound up, you know that?” She peeks at me over her shoulder and shrugs.
“You do the same to me, and I’m not sure why.”
“Me either.”
“Then we’re even,” she says as she turns back to face me and pulls her clothes back on, and I do the same. It’s then that I realize I didn’t use any protection with her. Fuck! Why the hell does she have me so careless? I make a mental note to steal a plan B for her later because there’s no way in fuck that I need a kid right now.
“We’re still going out tonight,” I tell her. She shakes her head, but I’m not letting her go that easily.
“I have to watch Davey. Didn’t you just see what happened?”
“Yeah, and I got it covered. Locks are being changed as we speak, and I have someone sitting outside the rest of the night. No one is coming in or out until you come back tomorrow.”
“I can’t leave him, Marco. He’s probably traumatized.”
“He’s fine. He’s watching TV with Tony.” She sighs heavily, and I can tell that her brother means everything to her, which is why I have someone posted up out front. Hell, I’ll even make Tony stay behind if that makes her feel better.
“I guess it’s fine. I have no fucking idea where my mom is, but that’s nothing new,” she says as she tugs her hair up and ties it.
“Fuck her. You don’t need her,” I tell her.
