Page 56 of Cartel Prince

I push the sheet down all the way, loving the sight of her round thighs that will soon hug my hips as I fuck her. I align my cock with her pussy; the tip glides up and down as I stroke. If I keep doing that, I’ll come before I’m even inside her.

I thrust into her, and she moans with pleasure, not pain. Her hips tilt to me, inviting me in again and again, deeper and deeper. Her eyes flutter open as her legs tighten around me.

“Daddy.”

“That’s right,chiquita. Daddy’s fucking you.”

She moans twice, and I move faster.

She confessed last night that, along with having a man fall asleep inside her, one of her other strongest fantasies is waking up to a man fucking her. I know she wants to feel so desired theman she’s with just has to take. It’s no problem fulfilling that wish.

As she wakes all the way, that sleepy expression she has—the one I discovered on the plane yesterday—makes my heart feel like it’ll beat out of my chest. Other men may have experienced it in the past, but I’m the only one who’ll ever experience it in the present and the future.

I roll over, bringing her on top of me, and she leans forward, her hands gripping the pillow beside my forehead. She bounces on my dick, her tits swinging in my face. As she braces herself on one hand, she presses her left breast to my mouth. I latch on, and she puts her hand back on the pillow. I squeeze and suck on both of them, going side to side like a starving man.

“Fuck, Daddy. Harder.”

I’ve never been a tits or ass man. I’m equal opportunity, and since Flora’s got both in spades, I’m in fucking heaven. My right hand squeezes her breast and pinches and twists her nipple. My other hand grabs her ass. Marks I made the day before yesterday are already fading.

I need to fix that.

I draw back my hand and slap her ass, the sound ringing in the room, spurring her on to ride me faster. She rocks back and forth, pushing her ass into my hand as it lands across her flesh, pulling away as my hand draws back.

“¡Ay, Papí!”

“Mi chiquita sexy.” My sexy little girl.

Some words work in both languages.

“Cógeme profundo.” Fuck me deeper.

This is the longest we’ve lasted. I pinch and twist her nipples over and over, progressively spanking every part of her ass. I alternate hands to make sure I cover her entire ass. She begs to come. Each time she does, I lift her off my cock. She whimpers and pleads with me, both of us enjoying our self-inflictedtorture. Neither of us wants this to end. We’ll definitely fuck a few more times today, but in this moment, we can’t get enough of our bodies working together for our mutual pleasure.

When I know she’s on the verge of frustration and I can’t handle much more self-denial, I move my hand to the back of her neck and pull her down to me. I kiss her as I pin her against me, thrusting harder and faster as she rocks her ass on me, barely able to keep up.

“Come for me,chiquita. Coat my cock with your cream as I fill you with my cum.”

“Daddy, I’m gonna be a sloppy mess for you. I’m getting too wet.”

“You feel perfect, little one. You’re still so tight, but it’s easy for me to slide in and out of you. Easy for me to pound your little cunt.”

I pant each word, punctuating them as I jackhammer her pussy.

“Daddy, I’m coming.”

“Me too, baby girl.”

We cling to each other as we come down off our high. She slides off me because we’re too warm. She inches closer, and I slip my arm beneath her neck as she cuddles along my side. Holding her in my arms fulfills another part of me that yearns for her as much as I do during sex. I experience an emotional and physical release when I come, and the afterglow perfectly complements it.

“How’re you doing,chiquita?”

“Feeling blissful? You?”

“Never better.”

I look forward to being home where we can explore more kinks. I plan to order every toy, implement, and tool we can conceive of so we can deepen this bond.

The sun finally fills the room by the time we both have rumbling stomachs.