Chapter 5 #2
The hand that stroked her hip and ass cups it now, and I want to come from the feeling of her pressed against me and how lush her firm yet soft ass is in my palm.
My other hand slides up the back of her shirt, and I feel her shiver as my fingertips graze along her spine.
I’ve never felt a more feminine and enticing body, and I’ve fucked my share of women.
“Do you want me to put you back on your seat, chica? Do you want to look out the window?”
She moans in protest when I pull my mouth away from hers. She tightens her hold on me when I suggest letting go of her. She shifts restlessly, twisting to press her tits to my chest.
“What do you want, little one?”
“You.”
She freezes at her confession. She pulls away and sits up as she looks at me. Our gazes meet, and neither of us looks away.
“Pablo, I’m kissing you because I want to, but I won’t be your Stockholm Syndrome fuck buddy.”
I fist her hair like I did earlier, and my hand tightens on her ass.
“You will never be just my fuck buddy. I don’t want you to fall for me because you think you’re my prisoner, and I brainwashed you. I could’ve walked away, chica. I could’ve sent men to bring you to me. I came because you matter to me.”
“Why?”
“I have no fucking clue.”
The words slip out before I can think better of it, but from the way she dives in and kisses me, somehow, they were the right ones.
Her kiss is demanding, but I won’t give up control of this or anything else.
I let go of her ass—which earns me a soft growl of disapproval—so I can slip the gun into a small compartment under the center section of the seat.
Then I flip her until she’s lying beneath me.
She opens her legs so I can settle between them.
She tilts her hips up to rub her cunt against my cock. I bring my lips against her ear.
“I will fuck you, Flora. Not as my prisoner. Not as my fuck buddy. You are my chiquita. I’ll fuck you because I’ve never wanted a woman more than I do you.
I’ll fuck you because you’re mine to take care of.
I’ll bring you pleasure because I want to see you come on my fingers, my tongue, and my cock.
I will touch every part of you I can reach inside and out.
There won’t be an inch of you I don’t know because you’re mine.
I won’t force you. I’ll do all those things, but only when you ask me to. ”
She’s gone still except for the rapid rise and fall of her chest. I want to rip off her shirt and watch her tits.
“I don’t know you, yet I want you more than any man I’ve ever met. I’m not fighting you to get free, yet you’re basically kidnapping me. I trust you to do the most intimate things to and with me, yet I don’t trust you not to manipulate and use me.”
“Flora, I can swear I won’t use you or manipulate you, but you won’t believe me until I prove otherwise.
I don’t blame you for feeling that way. I don’t fully trust you not to betray me, but getting you away from here is the right thing to do regardless of our attraction.
I loathe your family. That won’t change, but I don’t loathe you.
You’re stuck in the shitty position your family put you in.
We both know they manipulated you into it, and they’re using you.
It’s no wonder you have so little faith in me.
Fuck me because you want a distraction or let me fuck you because you want to know what it is to be taken care of.
Either way, you know we can stop now, but it won’t stop us from eventually fucking.
You want to know what I feel like inside you just as much as I do.
You want to feel my cum drip from your pussy and stick to your thighs just as much as I want to see it.
You want me to suck your tits as much as you want me to suck your clit. You—”
She puts her finger over my lips, and I flick it with the tip of my tongue. She rocks her hips, brushing against my painfully hard cock.
“You want me to suck your dick as much as I want to taste you. You want me to squeeze the cum from your cock as much as I want to feel you come inside me. You want to feel my soft tits pressed against you as much as I want to feel your hard body against mine. We both want you to spank me to prove you’re in control of what the fuck is happening, even if it’s just between us. ”
“Is that what you really want? Me to be in control?”
I’m practically holding my breath in anticipation.
“In control not controlling. There’s a difference, Pablo. I’ll agree to one, but not the other.”
“I know, chiquita. I’m a man who needs to be in control.
It’s the only way I stay alive and the only way I can protect the people who matter to me.
This situation is beyond your control, so you’re looking for someone you can depend on to have it.
Deep down, you know you’re safe with me.
You know I won’t hurt you, so you’ll give me control of your body because it’s your choice. ”
“How can you understand that about me when we don’t know each other?”
“I don’t know. I just do.”
“If you heard my conversation yesterday, then you heard what he said at the beginning.”
“I did.”
“Then you know something about me I suspect is true about you too.”
“It is.”
“Neither of us wants to be fuck buddies. Do you want to be my Dom?”
“Yes.” That flew from my mouth.
She watches me for a long moment before she reaches over her head and crosses her wrists as she grasps the end of the seat.
“Then you need to let me have a phone to end things with the man I fucked the other night.”