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“I-i-it’s o-o-okay, Daddy.” His body relaxes onto me, pinning me so I can hardly move as I bear his entire weight.
“Good girl, kitten. You’re such a good fucking girl.” I don’t know how, but he manages to slide deeper into my channel, and a surprising eruption of euphoria explodes within me, and I pass out to the sounds of Cato groaning my name as he paints my insides with his essence while whispering words of praise.
CHAPTER 15
Cato
The sun has barely risen, and I’m up and ready for the day. Spending the majority of the night between Hester’s thighs was rejuvenating. Before, I was obsessed; now I’m downright psychotic for this woman.
I woke her up no less than four times, and some of those times I was already inside her heated cunt before she awoke. Not once did she turn me away. I damn well knew she was hurting too, but I couldn’t stop. She stole my sanity.
Which is how I find myself gently removing the blanket from her body, opening her thighs, and crawling between them to bury my face in her pussy. Eating her out is my new favorite thing; she’s so responsive to my touch. I blow across her swollen pussy. She clenches and whimpers but doesn’t awaken, so I glide my tongue through her folds, her flavor exploding on my taste buds. Like those spicy cinnamon candies I hated as a child but am thinking of buying out of business, if only to ensure the world never knows the flavor again.
Hester grows restless, but she’s out cold. Sliding my hands under her ass, I lift her to my face and French kiss her pussy. Slipping my tongue in and out of her hole. Massaging her as she seeks more of my touch.
Spreading her ass cheeks, I swipe a finger through her juices, soak it, and gently coax it into her rosebud while sucking on her clit to distract her body from the invasion. If I get my way, I’ll be in her ass by the week's end. There are so many things I want to explore with Hester, and she’s open to anything I express an interest in, as well.
“Sshhh, kitten, Daddy’s got you.” She relaxes, and my finger slides all the way in. It’s so damn tight, my dick will have trouble entering. I can’t fucking wait.
Her orgasm is swift and prolonged as I tease her with my fingers and tongue, not stopping until I’ve had my fill. My poor girl sleeps through it all too. With one last kiss to her clit, I nibble up her body, sucking on her tender nipples before moving to her lips and coaxing her awake with a tender kiss.
“Daddy?” Her sleepy voice is adorable.
“I’m here, pretty girl.” Licking my lips, I pull back to look into her confused eyes. “I have a few meetings today. Miles will have a trusted man driving you to work.” I don’t mention he’ll stick around out of sight. “And I’ll pick you up. Make sure you eat before you leave too.” She nods as her shyness returns, and she attempts to cover her body, but I’ve already tossed everything away. “Christ, I’m going to miss you today.”
Her eyes fly to mine, shocked at my openness. Hell, I am too. “Y-y-you will?”
Tracing a finger down her cheek, I pull her plump lower lip down and swipe across it. “You have no idea just how obsessed I am with you, and maybe that’s a good thing because you might run from me.”
Her eyes widen. I can tell she’s thinking, then shocks us both when she asks, “W-w-w-would you ch-ch-chase me?”
“To the ends of the earth and back.” I drop a kiss on her lips, grab the blankets, and cover her back up. “It’s early; go back to sleep for a bit. Ma will come get you when it’s time to get up.” She nods, her eyes already closing.
After washing up in the bathroom, I meet Zaiden at the front door, already annoyed with the day because I won’t see Hester until dinner.
“Let's get this shit over with. I have a woman to fuck into oblivion.” I storm past him, and he wipes the smirk off his face when he sees the look on mine. “Where are we meeting him?” I ask after we’ve gotten into the SUV, with Z behind the wheel.
“Border Field Park. He’s in Tijuana for his granddaughter's quinceañera, and that’s as far inside the US he’s willing to come.” Can’t say I blame the man, even if I don’t like it.
Stony silence follows us to the meeting point. The winds are light, and the sun shines brightly as we park. Z exits first, doing a perimeter check and grumbling about the lack of cover.
At the sound of an approaching vehicle, I reach for the door handle and step out, shoving everything at home to the back of my mind. Impatiently, I wait for Arturo to appear. The asshole apparently prefers to make an entrance because he spends twenty minutes sitting inside his SUV, watching us, and just as I’m about to say fuck it, he finally gets out.
“Cato! My friend. How are you?” His thick accent butchers his English, so I switch to Spanish for my own ease.
“Arturo, a pleasure as always.” I offer a hand, and he drags me in for a back-slapping hug. Unused to such affection from the ornery man, I keep my guard up.
“Yes, yes, how are the children?” His tone appears unaffected, but as we pull away, I notice something in his eye I don’t like and signal behind my back to Z to check in with Miles.
“I’d rather talk business. Your nephews are a thorn in my side,” I tell him.
“Ah, yes, they have a crush on your young woman. Would not be opposed to being given access to her for a day or two.”
The fuck.
Reining in my temper is an exercise in control. “That’s not happening.”
He tsks, like I’m a fucking child to be scolded. “You see, Cato, old friend, Jacob and Jordan were always spoiled by their mother. Not told no often. They’ve grown used to their peers accommodating their needs.” His cold eyes meet mine, and before he speaks again, I comprehend his inference.
