Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Pablo
I’m going to come too fast.
Flora’s tight and warm and so fucking wet. I thrusted hard, sliding into her with enough friction to feel divine without hurting her or feeling sloppy. Hell, she’d feel incredible no matter what.
I watch her tits floating at the surface of the water as she rides me.
Her legs squeeze my waist as her hands press on my shoulders, giving her leverage to rise and fall as I keep surging into her.
I slow my pace, but I don’t thrust any gentler.
I bury myself each time, pushing and pulling her hips to rub her clit.
She moans each time I bottom out. With the slower pace, she wraps her hands around my neck before sliding her fingers into my hair. She grazes my scalp, making it tingle.
“Please fill me with your cum.”
“Is that what my little girl wants?”
Despite how rough I am, I’m still careful not to hurt her.
I’m so much bigger than her. I’m easily fifty pounds heavier than her, if not more.
I’m at least eight inches taller too. I can wrap my arms around her or stand in front of her and make her disappear from anyone’s view.
I’ll never lose complete control because I’d do more than hurt her.
I’d harm her. I’d never forgive myself for that.
“So much.”
She swoops in for a kiss that I let her lead for now.
She’s hungry for what I offer, and I want her just as much.
Her kiss is fierce and demanding as she sucks on my tongue.
She fists my hair and tugs, trying to make us move faster again.
I can’t spank her beneath the water with any effectiveness, so I pinch her ass.
She yelps.
“You will take all my cum in your tight little cunt when I decide. If I fuck you any faster, it’ll be over too soon.”
“Then we’ll just have to do it again.”
“Rest assured, little one, we will. Many times.”
I’ll never get enough of this. Of how she feels. Of how she makes me feel.
She squeezes her inner muscles every time I plunge into her. She’s doing it more than she was before. She’s nearly fighting me not to slide up when I lift her hips.
“Flora?”
“Please let me make you come.”
My brow furrows at her request. She doesn’t want to make this last.
“Am I hurting you? Do you want to finish?”
“What? No. Why would you think that when I just said we need to do this again?”
“You’re eager for me to finish.”
She offers me a soft smile before she leans in to kiss me.
It’s not demanding like before, but it’s just as hungry.
She’s trying to communicate something through this kiss I’m struggling to understand.
I know insatiable lust. I’ve felt it before, but never to the degree I am with Flora.
I’ve felt affection for her that’s completely foreign to me.
But this is something else. I’ve had subs who were eager to please, but this is more.
“Papí, you pleasured me in a way I’ve never felt before. As much as I wanted to come—needed to—you knew what I really needed was to make it last. To have time to let you control things, so I didn’t have to remember reality. You gave me that. Please let me do that too.”
Our gazes lock, and I realize she wants to take care of me. She doesn’t want to take. She wants to give back. It means ceding control to her—even if temporarily—so I don’t have to worry about anything, including whether I’m pleasuring her enough to get her off.
“Keep doing what you just were. I won’t be able to stop.”
Her kiss steals my breath as she tugs my hair with one hand, and the nails on her other graze my scalp. She Kegels with each up-slide and grinds her clit on my pubic bone after each downslide. I buck into her, pounding her as fast as the swirling water around us will let me.
“Fuck, chiquita. You’re such a good little one.”
She shakes her head. “Not right now. I’m your little cum slut you’re fucking because you can do whatever you want to me.”
Fuck.
I didn’t plan to call her anything like that.
It didn’t appeal to me because I never want her to believe I think less of her by calling her that.
It’s not like I haven’t used the term before, and I’m certain it wouldn’t be the first time she was called that.
I only wanted praise between us, but she wants dirty talk. She’s okay with it.
“That’s right. You’re going to take my fat cock whenever I want. Your body belongs to me since you’re my little cum slut. Beg.”
“Please give me your cum. I want to be your whore. I want to be the slut you fuck as hard as you can.”
She’s pushing me to the edge, and I’m teetering.
“You’re going to come for me, my sweet little whore.”
“Fuck, Pablo. Keep talking like that. I’m almost there.”
“Yeah, you are. You’re going to ride my cock because you can’t get enough of it. Beg.”
“Please! Please come inside me.”
I rest my hand around her throat, watching for her reaction in case she doesn’t like it.
She looks at me before she presses her neck forward.
I tighten enough to make it difficult for her to breathe, but I won’t leave any marks.
I lean in to whisper in her ear, feeling her pulse thrum under my fingers.
“Tonight, you will suck me off. I will mark you with my cum. You will lick it off me before you stand in front of the mirror and watch it dry on your tits and face, you little slut. I will edge you again, except I won’t let you come.
I’ll fuck your ass. I’ll plug it with my cock.
Even when I’m not hard, I’ll be so deep in you that you have no choice but to keep my cum in you.
You will sleep with my cum in your ass. I will wake you and fuck you however I want because you’re my fucking whore. ”
I lean back and watch her eyes close. I loosen my grip, but her hands fly up to mine, pressing them.
Her head tilts back as she goes rigid. I squeeze a little more before I release her.
She sucks in a deep breath and moans with pleasure.
Her submission combined with how tight she is pushes me over that edge.
I blow my load inside her, making me shudder.
She remains wrapped around me. I brace myself with my hands on the edge of the pool, worried I’ll crush her.
I eventually rest on my forearms since my arms shake too much to hold me up.
“Chiquita?”
“Fuck, Papí.”
She says it with a moan and a sigh.
“Are you all right?”
“So all right.”
“Flora, those things I said—”
“Better have been a promise.”
I observe her as she assesses me. Her head tilts, and her brow furrows.
“You didn’t enjoy the dirty talk.”
“I did. I just hadn’t planned to call you any of those things.”
“You didn’t do it to degrade or shame me. You did it because it was exciting. I thought you’d like it, but if you don’t…”
She shrugs as she trails off.
“I might have liked it too much.”
Her eyebrows shoot straight up. “Are you worried I’ll think you mean those things even when we aren’t having sex?”
“Yes.”
“You said you hadn’t planned to say those words. That doesn’t mean you don’t want to.”
My gaze bores into her, and I make sure my tone reflects how serious I am when I respond.
“I will never call you any of that outside of sex. Most likely, I’ll never say it unless I’m inside you or about to be. Not even as foreplay. I would never tolerate anyone speaking to you like that.”
“I know. That’s why I like it when you do it during sex. Pablo, it makes me feel desirable. It reminds me you’re the dominant one, and I want to submit.”
“You’re perfect.” For me.
“Hardly. You definitely didn’t think that earlier today. I thought you might throttle me and not as breath play.”
I feel like I can stand on my own, so I step back from the wall and lower us until our shoulders are beneath the water. She continues to hold on to me as my hands roam over her body and legs.
“We didn’t talk about your limits. I did that without asking.”
“No, you didn’t. You didn’t tighten your hold until you knew I wanted it. You didn’t ask aloud, but I knew you were waiting for my consent. Nothing too taboo. No blood play or bodily fluids except for what happens during sex. No marks someone else could see.”
“What we do is between us. No one will know what we share, Flora. I won’t mark you where someone could see and think of you with anything but respect.”
She adjusts to pull herself up more, so we’re eye level again.
“But you get that means I want you to mark me in other places. I don’t mean with just your cum.”
“I’ll leave fingerprints and love bites, but I won’t leave any real bruises. Even if I punish you, I won’t do anything beyond leaving your ass hot and red. It might be a few hours before it settles, but you won’t see welts or bruises the next day.”
“You’re genuinely scared of hurting me, aren’t you?”
“Harming. We both know we enjoy some level of pain, so things will hurt. But I draw the line at harming you.”
She presses a kiss to my lips, her tongue flicking between them. But she pulls away before it becomes something more.
“Pablo, you will always hold back part of you. I know that. It’ll suck sometimes because I’ll feel shut out and left out.
I already know that. But you’ll do that to shield me just as much as you’ll hold back your physical strength to protect me.
I’m not worried about that. I know if we reach my limit, you’ll respect that and stop. ”
“Always. No questions asked, no explanation expected.”
“But I will give it to you, so we can understand what we both need and how we can do whatever we’re doing without hitting my limit again.”
“All right.”
Her right hand glides over my shoulder as her left arm wraps around my neck.
“You spanked me earlier today because I was being obstinate. I wouldn’t accept your help when you knew how much I needed it.”
“I could’ve explained things far better rather than imposing.” I look away, feeling guilty about how I handled things.
“Was there really time to have a lengthy conversation?”
“No.”