Page 31 of Cartel Prince

“I won’t blame you for having them either.”

He looks at me as though I don’t understand something basic. He’s not a man who doubts his decisions. Once made, he stands by them. He’ll stand by his decision to be with me.

“So, commando for now,Papí?”

He practically growls as he dives in to kiss my neck. He finds the spot behind my ear that’s so fucking erotic that I shift to grind against his thigh again.

“I’ll have to wear boxer briefs when we leave here because there’s no way people won’t know how hard I get when I’m around you.”

I reach between us and wrap my hand around his cock. I stroke him, and he groans.

“You’ll wear fucking underwear because I’ll kill anyone who eyes your cock. I suspect how big you are is obvious even when you aren’t hard.”

My vehemence at the first sentence surprises me. That flare of jealousy and possessiveness is back with a vengeance. From the way he kisses me—practically swallows me whole—he likes it. He lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist, forcing me to let go of his dick.

He walks around the pool until we get to the wide steps into the shallow end. The water ripples around us as he moves us until we’re beside a wall. He presses me against it as one arm supports me beneath my ass. The other hand lifts my right breast for him to suck on. Once my nipple is in his mouth. He kneads the other, his thumb swiping over my tight nipple.

When he looks up, his already deep brown eyes are like pools of onyx.

“Is that right, little one? You won’t let anyone near me?”

“Near or far. I told you I won’t share.”

“And if I’m serious when I tell you I won’t let anyone else ogle you?”

“Then you should know I’m just as serious.”

We stare at each other before his hands go to my hips. I tilt them forward, and he thrusts into me. He isn’t claiming me. I’m not claiming him. We’re claiming each other.

Chapter Nine

Pablo

I’m going to come too fast.

Flora’s tight and warm and so fucking wet. I thrusted hard, sliding into her with enough friction to feel divine without hurting her or feeling sloppy. Hell, she’d feel incredible no matter what.

I watch her tits floating at the surface of the water as she rides me. Her legs squeeze my waist as her hands press on my shoulders, giving her leverage to rise and fall as I keep surging into her. I slow my pace, but I don’t thrust any gentler. I bury myself each time, pushing and pulling her hips to rub her clit. She moans each time I bottom out. With the slower pace, she wraps her hands around my neck before sliding her fingers into my hair. She grazes my scalp, making it tingle.

“Please fill me with your cum.”

“Is that what my little girl wants?”

Despite how rough I am, I’m still careful not to hurt her. I’m so much bigger than her. I’m easily fifty pounds heavier than her, if not more. I’m at least eight inches taller too. I can wrap my arms around her or stand in front of her and make herdisappear from anyone’s view. I’ll never lose complete control because I’d do more than hurt her. I’d harm her. I’d never forgive myself for that.

“So much.”

She swoops in for a kiss that I let her lead for now. She’s hungry for what I offer, and I want her just as much. Her kiss is fierce and demanding as she sucks on my tongue. She fists my hair and tugs, trying to make us move faster again. I can’t spank her beneath the water with any effectiveness, so I pinch her ass.

She yelps.

“You will take all my cum in your tight little cunt when I decide. If I fuck you any faster, it’ll be over too soon.”

“Then we’ll just have to do it again.”

“Rest assured, little one, we will. Many times.”

I’ll never get enough of this. Of how she feels. Of how she makes me feel.