Page 32 of Cartel Prince

She squeezes her inner muscles every time I plunge into her. She’s doing it more than she was before. She’s nearly fighting me not to slide up when I lift her hips.

“Flora?”

“Please let me make you come.”

My brow furrows at her request. She doesn’t want to make this last.

“Am I hurting you? Do you want to finish?”

“What? No. Why would you think that when I just said we need to do this again?”

“You’re eager for me to finish.”

She offers me a soft smile before she leans in to kiss me. It’s not demanding like before, but it’s just as hungry. She’s trying to communicate something through this kiss I’m struggling to understand. I know insatiable lust. I’ve felt it before, but never to the degree I am with Flora. I’ve felt affection for her that’scompletely foreign to me. But this is something else. I’ve had subs who were eager to please, but this is more.

“Papí, you pleasured me in a way I’ve never felt before. As much as I wanted to come—needed to—you knew what I really needed was to make it last. To have time to let you control things, so I didn’t have to remember reality. Yougaveme that. Please let me do that too.”

Our gazes lock, and I realize she wants to take care of me. She doesn’t want to take. She wants to give back. It means ceding control to her—even if temporarily—so I don’t have to worry about anything, including whether I’m pleasuring her enough to get her off.

“Keep doing what you just were. I won’t be able to stop.”

Her kiss steals my breath as she tugs my hair with one hand, and the nails on her other graze my scalp. She Kegels with each up-slide and grinds her clit on my pubic bone after each downslide. I buck into her, pounding her as fast as the swirling water around us will let me.

“Fuck,chiquita. You’re such a good little one.”

She shakes her head. “Not right now. I’m your little cum slut you’re fucking because you can do whatever you want to me.”

Fuck.

I didn’t plan to call her anything like that. It didn’t appeal to me because I never want her to believe I think less of her by calling her that. It’s not like I haven’t used the term before, and I’m certain it wouldn’t be the first time she was called that. I only wanted praise between us, but she wants dirty talk. She’s okay with it.

“That’s right. You’re going to take my fat cock whenever I want. Your body belongs to me since you’re my little cum slut. Beg.”

“Please give me your cum. I want to be your whore. I want to be the slut you fuck as hard as you can.”

She’s pushing me to the edge, and I’m teetering.

“You’re going to come for me, my sweet little whore.”

“Fuck, Pablo. Keep talking like that. I’m almost there.”

“Yeah, you are. You’re going to ride my cock because you can’t get enough of it. Beg.”

“Please! Please come inside me.”

I rest my hand around her throat, watching for her reaction in case she doesn’t like it. She looks at me before she presses her neck forward. I tighten enough to make it difficult for her to breathe, but I won’t leave any marks. I lean in to whisper in her ear, feeling her pulse thrum under my fingers.

“Tonight, you will suck me off. I will mark you with my cum. You will lick it off me before you stand in front of the mirror and watch it dry on your tits and face, you little slut. I will edge you again, except I won’t let you come. I’ll fuck your ass. I’ll plug it with my cock. Even when I’m not hard, I’ll be so deep in you that you have no choice but to keep my cum in you. You will sleep with my cum in your ass. I will wake you and fuck you however I want because you’re my fucking whore.”

I lean back and watch her eyes close. I loosen my grip, but her hands fly up to mine, pressing them. Her head tilts back as she goes rigid. I squeeze a little more before I release her. She sucks in a deep breath and moans with pleasure. Her submission combined with how tight she is pushes me over that edge. I blow my load inside her, making me shudder. She remains wrapped around me. I brace myself with my hands on the edge of the pool, worried I’ll crush her. I eventually rest on my forearms since my arms shake too much to hold me up.

“Chiquita?”

“Fuck,Papí.”

She says it with a moan and a sigh.

“Are you all right?”