Page 127 of Cartel Rose (Jorge)

“Please, may I come, Daddy?”

“Yes. Five…Four…Three…Two…Now.”

Her orgasm erupts.

“Daddy!”

“Yes?”

She pants as she speaks, but I understand every word. “That’s probably—the most powerful one—I’ve ever had—and—that’s saying something—since the ones you’ve given me—far surpass anything—any other man—or you—have before. I’ve never—had one on command—like that.”

She rides me, not realizing she compared me to her past. I take it as a compliment, if not a challenge to keep rocking her world.

“Daddy, I have a sudden urge to pee that I’ve never had before during sex. I’m fighting it. It’s so strange.”

It must pass because her face relaxes. But then there’s a stream of liquid dripping from her.

“Did I—did I just squirt?”

“Yes.”

My voice’s ragged when I answer. She was looking down at my now wet lap, but my tone jerks her attention to me. She sees I’m barely holding on. I doubt my gaze has ever been so intense.

I stand then carry her to the bed. She’s barely on her feet before I spin her and press her against the bed. I spread her ass cheeks, and she knows what’s coming next. She relaxes as the tip of my cock presses against her rosebud. As I slide my lubed cock—her cunt did that for me—into her, she bares down to make it easier for me to enter her.

Then I’m squeezing her ass cheeks, pulling them apart and pushing them up. She clenches the sheets, prepared for me to pound into her. Instead, I’m slow as I try to be incredibly gentle while I move within her. I’m sure she feared I might lose control and fuck her like a sex doll. From her expression as she looks over her shoulder at me, maybe she almost wishes I would. To be desired that much…

But I don’t, even though I want her that intensely. I’m careful with her because as strong as my desire to fuck her is, my desire to never harm her is far stronger. I let go of her left ass cheek and glide my hand up her damp back. The heel of my hand presses into knots as I travel between her shoulder blades and up to her shoulder. I grip her as I draw back then ease into her, rocking against her.

“Fuck, baby girl. I’m going to come.”

Before she can say anything, I pulse within her. I feel the spurts of cum, and she clenches around me, milking my cock.

“I want to fall asleep inside you,chiquita. Buried to my balls with my cum trapped in there.”

“Figure out how to get us onto the bed, and you can do whatever the hell you want as long as you’re inside me.”

Soon a wave of sleepiness sweeps over me. I’m certain she must feel the same.

“It’s been a long day,chiquita.We both need some sleep.”

“I know. I can barely keep my eyes open.”

We’re hardly graceful as we climb onto the bed. We both reach around for the covers and draw them over us. We wind up laughing until I spoon her. I brush hair off her shoulder and kiss it.

“Are you okay, little one?”

“Far better than okay, big one.”

I chuckle. “That was amazing, Liesel. I’ve never?—”

“Neither have I. I’ve never squirted, and I’ve never—I don’t know. Surrendered?”

“Being in control of anything has never felt that special. Your trust in me—it’s everything to me.”

There’s a pregnant pause, like we both want to declare our feelings, but neither of us do. Instead, we settle against each other. I don’t know when she falls asleep, but I pass out hard still buried in her.

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