Page 70 of Cartel Prince

“I want you to command me to strip and then get on my knees while you’re fully dressed. You just let your cock out through your zipper. You push my face to it and make me suck while anyone at a club who wants to watch can. I want you to mark me with your cum.”

“Flora, we need to hurry and finish your apartment.”

That bursts the bubble we were in. I pull away, but he cups my jaw, his thumb on the left, and his fingers on the right.

“We need to finish your apartment, then we’ll see your mother. We’ll take as long as you want there, but I’m not spending longer than we need here. I want you in our room, bent over the bed, as I fuck you until you scream.”

I look toward the en suite bathroom and tilt my head. We rush in there, both of us pushing our pants down by the time the door closes. I grip the edge of the sink as I tilt my hips back. He thrusts into me, pounding my pussy until it hurts. I take all of it, reveling in how big he is and how he stretches me. My clit rubs against the lip of the basin each time he surges into me. It only takes two minutes before I’m coming. He’s right there with me.

We’re pulling up our clothes as I wiggle my hips, snapping the elastic waistband of my panties against my skin.

“This’ll trap all the cum in my pussy. They’re not so bad after all.”

“I’ll keep you tied to our bed with your legs in the air when I really want my cum to stay in you. I want your thighs sticky with it.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

All of that sounds fantastic. It’s certainly an incentive to hurry. We return to my room and finish before the other men have done my living room and kitchen.

“Pablo, if my mother doesn’t want to hold on to all my stuff, then I need to find a storage place. I’m assuming she will. She has space in the garage for my furniture since I don’t park in it anymore. But if she won’t, do you know anywhere safe?”

He hesitates before darting his gaze to Luis, who studiously ignores us as he and Alejandro hoist my queen-size box spring. It wouldn’t surprise me if, despite its awkward length and width, either of them could carry it on their own. A moving van showed up twenty minutes ago, so I really have to plan for what I’m going to do with everything that’s now packed.

“Chica, you labeled all the boxes clearly, so it’ll be easy to tell what’s what. We can ship the things you want in New York, and we can store or get rid of the rest.”

I stare at him for what feels like forever.

“Am I really moving to New York?”

“I know this is a huge decision, but I hope that’s what you want.”

“I want to be with you, and you’re based in New York. I know you have to be. It’s just a lot for me to wrap my head around. Not only would I be moving to another country, I’d also be moving there for a guy.”

BeforeMamágot sick, I thought I’d stay in the States. I thought I’d be living there right now, but I’m not. I changed my plans for the sake of my family. Knowing I could go back to what I wanted all along should reassure me. However, it’s still intimidating, especially when I add a romantic relationship into the mix.

“Are you afraid we won’t work out?”

I hear a hitch in his voice. He hates the idea of my leaving him. I know he’s committed to me. He wouldn’t do all of this—ask me to be part of his world—if he didn’t want me to be at his side permanently. I fully understand that now.

“That’s one thing I absolutely donotfear. It’s a lot to think about, though. Moving to a new country, setting up a new place.”

Hurt flashes in his eyes before he nods.

“What did I just say that bothers you?”

His eyebrows shoot straight up. He didn’t realize he let me see his emotions. Or maybe I can read them when most people can’t.

“Until we’re sure the threats are entirely gone, I’d like you to stay with me, please.”

He’s hedging.

“And after that?”

He watches me. I’m waiting for an answer, but he’s not giving one. That’s when I realize what I said a moment ago.

“Daddy, I don’t want to assume we’re going to live together from the get-go. You might not want someone in your home this quickly.”

“Chica, why would I say, ‘our bed,’ ‘our room,’ ‘at home,’ if I didn’t want you there for good?”