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Her eyes widen when she realizes I’m worried about her. “Nothing. I just want nothing in return. I want this to just be about me blowing you and getting you off.”

Her arms encircle my back, and I lower myself until our chests brush. I nuzzle her neck as her calves wrap over mine. She pulls, wanting more of my weight.

“Papí, por favor.” Daddy, please.

I watch to ensure I don’t crush her, but the more weight I settle onto her, the tighter she holds me. My cock’s ready for a siesta until it brushes against her wet pussy. It feels too good to ignore. She moans and rocks her hips to match my motion. Our mouths find each other. Our kiss makes her wetter, which only makes my cock swell all over again. When I know I’m hard enough, I thrust into her. Her fingers press my ass, making me sink deeper into her cunt. She tilts her hips, so I bottom out.

“Let me warm your cock. Just stay inside me.”

Chapter Fifteen

Flora

Aside from Pablo dealing with Humberto, the last nine hours have been a sex fest. You can’t put the genie back in the bottle. We’ve started, and we can’t seem to stop. But Pablo’s been so attentive to me, giving me the best orgasms of my life. He’s so attuned to what I need. I don’t want this to be one-sided. I don’t want to just take. I’ve tried to explain that, but now I want to show him.

I kiss along his shoulder and neck as my left hand burrows into his hair, and my right hand holds onto his ass. Our kisses are purely affection, and I love them as much as I do the lust-driven ones.

“Fuck, Flora. Every moment of being inside you is fucking heaven.”

“Daddy, fall asleep inside me. Let me hold you.”

He observes me for a moment before he rests his head on the pillow beside mine. I know he’s still holding some of his weight off me, but I love the feeling of him pressing me into the mattress. I love how much broader his frame is than mine. I love how he’s hard where I’m soft. His left hand trails along my thigh,along the side then the back. He groans, telling me how much he enjoys touching me.

I run my fingers through his hair, my nails scratching his scalp. He sighs as his eyes drift closed. I know he isn’t asleep because his hand’s still moving on my leg, but he’s relaxed. It’s as soothing to me as it is to him. I don’t know when he falls asleep, but it’s only moments before I do. I’ve never been so emotionally connected to a person before, and feeling him inside me as I drift off fulfills one of my oldest fantasies.

“Chiquita, wake up.”

This is the second time he’s woken me in bed, but this time there’s sun brightening the room we’re in. I realize we’re in the private jet’s cabin, and we’re still in the sky. From how bright it is, I know it must be early afternoon as we fly toward the sun.

“We’re going to land in twenty minutes.”

Shit!

I slept way longer than I thought. It’s over a twelve-hour flight from Bogotá to Zurich. I don’t know which city we’re going to, but where we left from had to have added at least an hour.

“Have you been awake long?”

“No. It was the flight attendant knocking that woke me.”

I dart my gaze to the door and then down to where the sheet drapes over me. I heard nothing before Pablo woke me.

“Flora, I would never let another man see you naked if you didn’t want that.”

He moves to get off the bed, but I grab his wrist.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“I’ll always protect your privacy.”

“No, not that part. I already know that about you. What the hell do you mean if I don’t want it? Why do you think I want another man to see me? Do you plan to share me?”

His expression darkens as he looks at me.

“No, I donotwant to share you. But we’re both part of a lifestyle that isn’t foreign toménage. I saw your reaction when I mentioned my past. I know you’ve done it too. If it’s something you want, then—then I’ll learn to live with it.”

I laugh. I shouldn’t, but I do.

“The fuck you will. You look like you’re going to be ill, Pablo. Just suggesting it makes you miserable. I appreciate you offering it if you think it’s something I need. You wouldn’t do that if you thought it was just a want. But I absolutely refuse to have another man touch me now that I’m with you. Do you still want m?—”