Page 123 of Cartel Prince

I guide her around a set of tables, but rather than stop where I see our place cards, I continue to steer us toward the door.

“Pablo?”

“I’m certain you want to wash your hands after touching his.”

“I have hand sani?—”

I push open the restroom door and spin her against it, cutting off what she was about to say. I flick the lock as I kiss her. Our hands fumble with each other’s clothes as she unfastens my pants, and I inch up her long pencil skirt. I’m fucking throwing this fucking thing in the fucking trash when we get home. Her ass looks too good in it anyway. The possessive beast in me hates knowing other people enjoy seeing it.

Mine.

I hoist her in the air and thrust into her. She Kegels over and over as she rides me. Her legs squeeze my waist as she clings to my shoulders.

“This is going to be hard and fast.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Fuck, you feel amazing, baby girl.”

“You too, Daddy.”

We kiss to swallow each other’s moans. I pound into her until my knees shake. I spin us and walk over to the counter. She presses one hand to the mirror—leaving fingerprints—and the other to the stall wall. I bring her hips to the edge and keep going, my fingers leaving marks on her skin. I kiss along her neck and down to her chest. I let go of her hips to unbutton her blouse.

She’s wearing a padded bra to hide the nipple clamps. She was nervous about standing in front of everyone, so I put the clamps on her. The pain was enough of a distraction to keep her mind from spinning. I remove them, and she whimpers as the blood rushes into her sensitive nipples. I suck on each side until I feel her tighten around my cock but not release like when she Kegels.

“May I come, Daddy?”

“Yes,chiquita.”

“Fuck, Pablo…Yes…A little more…Just like that, Daddy…Yes! I’m coming, Daddy. I’m coming!”

I know she’s speaking barely above a whisper, but her voice fills my ears. Each pant. Each word. Every time she says Daddy. It’s pushing me to the edge.

“I’m going to come, little girl.”

I feel the first jet of cum as it coats the inside of Flora’s cunt. Then the second and third. I pull out and grab between her bra cups. I pull her forward and spray her tits. She’ll know I marked her even when her clothes hide it. We’re breathless as we share quick kisses. We put our clothes back together after I help her off the counter.

“You look gorgeous,chica. You’re throwing out that skirt when we get home.”

She freezes then steps in front of me when we turn to the door. She shakes her ass as she reaches for the lock. I spank her before wrapping my arm around her waist.

“I’ll remind you of that when we get home.”

“I know.”

I kiss her behind the ear as she unlocks the door. I pull it open, and we come face to face with Shane and Carys O’Rourke. The women both look away, and Shane and I glare at each other.

“We’ll find another one.”

Shane mutters as he wraps Carys’s arm around his. I smirk. Flora elbows me, and I look down to see her face is scarlet.

“They came to do the exact same thing.”

“Yeah, but they hadn’t already. We had.” Her words are a choked hiss.

“I bet every couple finds a restroom at some point tonight. Hell, even Michelle and Lorenzo will probably slip away. And if any couple doesn’t, they’ll do it in their town car on the way home.”

“It’s no wonder our families are huge.”

“Yup. Now let’s get back inside beforeMamáandPapánotice we’re gone.”

We arrive at our table, and my parents barely glance at us. They know. I think my face might be the same shade as Flora’s.

“It’s a good thing I love you, Daddy.” I take my seat beside Flora as she whispers to me.

“I love you too,chiquita.”