Page 137 of Cartel Rose (Jorge)

“Because my cousins will get my attention for five more minutes. I could make us leave right now. If they try to take longer than that, I’ll drag you up to our room here and have my way with you.”

“That’s a compromise I can live with. It would mortify our kids, but it wouldn’t surprise anyone our age,Meine Liebe.” My love.

We laugh, but we’re soon kissing like we always have. Like we can’t get enough. Like our life—the one we’ve built together—depends upon being one. Like it’s the air we need to breatheand the food we need to live. There will never be enough kisses or moments spent making love—a good hard fucking never goes amiss either.

“Te amo,chiquita.”

“Ich liebe dich, Daddy.”

“Fuck the five minutes,chica. Everyone’s busy right now. We won’t be missed.”

Jorge sweeps me into his arms and takes the stairs two at a time despite his age and my weight. We don’t care that someone will likely figure out what we’re doing. We’re pretty sure we conceived Mariana here, and she wouldn’t be the only one of her generation conceived in someone else’s home. Our brothers, sisters, and cousins—we don’t use in-law in this family—are just as bad as we are.

My husband—my one great love—bends me over the bed. I lift my skirt—I haven’t worn panties in nearly twenty years—as he unfastens his pants. Then he thrusts into me.

“Fuck, Daddy.”

“That’s right,chiquita. Who’s fucking you?”

“You, Daddy.”

“This is going to be hard and fast. You’re going to squeeze those sweet thighs together and keep my cum in you when I’m done.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He lands a spank across my ass, but he’s careful not to make it too loud. He pounds into me, and I claw at the bedding. He’s right that it’s fast. I’m begging to come within a couple minutes. He pinches my nipples through my shirt, and my orgasm explodes. I feel his cock twitch as my cunt squeezes him, wanting to hold him in place. He kisses my neck.

“Aren’t you glad I had no boundaries and followed you around Frankfurt?”

“Aren’t you glad I let you spank me?”

I look over my shoulder, and we kiss with as much passion as the first time we did in that hotel room all those years ago.