Page 41 of Cartel Devil

“I want to remember your cock belongs to me.”

She watches me, waiting to see if I rebel against her possessiveness. I wrap my hand around her throat, the pressure heavy without me squeezing.

“All of me belongs to you.”

It’s a declaration I shouldn’t make yet. It’s too soon and will probably freak her out. But if I didn’t mean it, I never would’ve slept with her in the first place. I’ve fucked and forgotten before. I did it because it was enjoyable, and my partner knew it was no strings attached. But I knew Tre was different before we went to the hotel room. That if I slept with her, it wouldn’t just be fucking. I fucked up and nearly ruined things, but I never meant for it to be a one-night stand. I wanted more from the get-go.

“You have all of me too, Joaquin.”

She rarely uses my full name now. Only when she wants me to know how serious she is. I’ve gotten used to her calling me Joaco. Only she uses it—Tía Ana Lucía only did it one time once she knew it’s Tre’s name for me—like I’m the only one who calls her Tre. The intimacy drives me wild. My cock pistons into her over and over, wanting to make her come like I did that night. I want to be the only one who ever makes her come again.

“Yes, caro!”

She strains against me as she gets close. I rub my pubic bone against her clit every time I bottom out. Her nails dig into my back as she gets closer, but she doesn’t orgasm. I roll us until I’m on my back. I guide her to ride me, and she sets the pace she needs. She rocks on my dick; her hands press into the pillows beside my head. Her tits swing in my face, and they’re too great a temptation. I knead them before lifting my head to suck her right nipple, then her left.

“Fuck, I’m close, Joaco. So close… Don’t stop… Please. So close… I’m going to come… I’m coming.”

It’s as though she spoke to herself, her voice quiet, despite what she said.

“Come for me, little girl. Squeeze my cock dry.”

She lifts her head to meet my gaze when I call her little girl. I’ve done it several times in Spanish when I call her chiquita and chica. But it does something to her to hear it in English. Her expression relaxes. Despite being on the precipice, she pauses and sits up.

“You’re really going to take care of me, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

She moves again, her pace more aggressive. Her hands press against my chest, her fingers flexing, her nails biting into my skin. I see the perspiration on her brow, and it’s different form earlier when she didn’t feel well.

“Fanculo, Joaco.” Fuck, Joaco.

She throws her head back, the chords in her neck straining as she moans the two words. I know she’s coming from how her entire body tenses. It’s a struggle not to come, but I want to see her like this at least once more before I’m done.

She shifts her focus back to me as she changes her movements to rise and fall on my cock. She moves so fast the bed bangs against the wall. We barely notice at first, but then we laugh. I roll us until she’s beneath me again.

“Hard as you can.”

“I’ll harm you. You’re smaller than me, and I’m much heavier and stronger. If I did that, it would be because I lost control. I won’t risk that.”

“I know in the back of your mind, you’d never completely lose control. You can’t. It’s not in your nature and not if you feared harming me. Hard as you dare.”

She has such faith in me. There’s no hesitation in her eyes or her tone. I still hold back but not as much as I originally thought I should. My ass muscles scream from the strain, but I like it. I shift and kneel, pulling her hips up. I lift her lower back off the bed as I hold her in place. There’s no gentleness. No finesse to my movements now. It’s raw. From how she reaches for me, I know she wants this. She can’t reach my body, so she wraps her hands around my forearms.

“Fuck me… Fuck me.”

She begs rather than demands. She’s submitting to me and my dominance, and it feeds the beast inside me. I want to tie her to my bed at home and fuck her for days. I want to blindfold her and tease her until she’s insensate with need. I want to spank her until her ass is rosy and burning from my hand or whatever implement I choose.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes.”

“Louder.”

“Yes!”

“Come.”

“Ah!”