Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Pablo
I rarely sleep in because I have far too much on my mind between the businesses I own and Cartel responsibilities.
There’s just not much time to sleep beyond sunrise if I also want to work out twice a day.
Before spending time with Flora, working out and hanging out with family were my only ways to relax.
I’ve always been someone who needs physical activity to remain focused.
I used to drive my parents nuts because I was constantly on the go. I can remember Mamá hearing other parents who had daughters watch my brother and me play. We were what people would call “all boy all the time.”
The parents of girls would smirk at my parents and say things like, “Don’t they keep you on your toes?
” while my parents were going in different directions after us.
It’s not like Juan and I were disobedient children.
Just the opposite. We had a healthy fear of disobeying our parents, but we were just active.
Me in particular.
My parents would grin and bear the comments.
But I remember when I became a tween, I overheard Mamá once talking to my tías, who also only had sons.
It was when the other parents’ daughters moved into puberty and hormones.
She said Juan and I might have been exhausting for the first ten years of our lives, but the other parents had the rest of their lives to deal with their daughters.
The sun is barely peeking over the horizon, and the house faces west, so the room has only a hint of soft light. It’s enough to allow me to see Flora sleeping beside me. I continue my silent musings while enjoying observing the gorgeous woman beside me.
There are my companies I own separately from the Cartel.
I have a biotech company based in California.
An oil refinery off the coast of Colombia.
The region where our family’s home is produces nearly a third of all the oil drilled in Colombia.
I have three international car dealerships.
One in Monte Carlo, one in Dubai, and one in Tokyo.
I also own an all-inclusive resort in the Caymans. Those are just my foreign enterprises.
I think about my duties that fall to my cousins now that I’m mostly incommunicado.
At home, I oversee our legal Cartel enterprises.
That’s all our bodegas, cash-checking stores, and strip clubs.
They’re heavily cash-based businesses that allow us to pass money through them that comes out squeaky clean.
I’ve left all these responsibilities to the other guys, but I’m certain they understand.
None of us has been into strip clubs since we were barely legal to drink.
Since my cousins and I have either had subs or arrangements at BDSM clubs, we don’t need to watch women slide up and down poles at our strip clubs if we want to get hard.
Besides, we absolutely allow no touching at our clubs, so it’s not like we went to any of them to get off.
Javier’s with Madeline now, so I know he won’t take over their management.
I’ll pass them on to either Joaquin or Jorge since I have even less than zero interest in going now that I’m with Flora.
Besides, I don’t want to put her in that position.
Not because I fear her being insecure, but more out of respect.
Alejandro’s far too busy with his travel to even consider.
As I continue to gaze at Flora, the temptation is far too great.
I slip the sheet down to her waist as she sleeps on her back.
Full round tits are like a homing beacon to me because it’s clear she spends plenty of time outside in a bathing suit.
Her bikini tops leave half of her breasts paler than the rest of her chest, shoulders, and arms. They’re like a lighthouse in my raging storm of lust.
I lean forward and suck on one, loving how the nipple hardens against my tongue.
I watch her face as she moans but does nothing else.
I switch to her other one, massaging the breast I just left, my thumb rolling over the nipple to keep it hard.
When her tits have matching puckered darts, I stroke my cock twice.
I slip my fingers between her legs, rubbing her clit.
In her sleep, she opens her legs to me. I inch my fingers inside, finding she’s still wet from the cum I left in her before we both passed out hard last night.
Her pussy’s ready for me.
I push the sheet down all the way, loving the sight of her round thighs that will soon hug my hips as I fuck her. I align my cock with her pussy; the tip glides up and down as I stroke. If I keep doing that, I’ll come before I’m even inside her.
I thrust into her, and she moans with pleasure, not pain. Her hips tilt to me, inviting me in again and again, deeper and deeper. Her eyes flutter open as her legs tighten around me.
“Daddy.”
“That’s right, chiquita. Daddy’s fucking you.”
She moans twice, and I move faster.
She confessed last night that, along with having a man fall asleep inside her, one of her other strongest fantasies is waking up to a man fucking her. I know she wants to feel so desired the man she’s with just has to take. It’s no problem fulfilling that wish.
As she wakes all the way, that sleepy expression she has—the one I discovered on the plane yesterday—makes my heart feel like it’ll beat out of my chest. Other men may have experienced it in the past, but I’m the only one who’ll ever experience it in the present and the future.
I roll over, bringing her on top of me, and she leans forward, her hands gripping the pillow beside my forehead.
She bounces on my dick, her tits swinging in my face.
As she braces herself on one hand, she presses her left breast to my mouth.
I latch on, and she puts her hand back on the pillow.
I squeeze and suck on both of them, going side to side like a starving man.
“Fuck, Daddy. Harder.”
I’ve never been a tits or ass man. I’m equal opportunity, and since Flora’s got both in spades, I’m in fucking heaven. My right hand squeezes her breast and pinches and twists her nipple. My other hand grabs her ass. Marks I made the day before yesterday are already fading.
I need to fix that.
I draw back my hand and slap her ass, the sound ringing in the room, spurring her on to ride me faster. She rocks back and forth, pushing her ass into my hand as it lands across her flesh, pulling away as my hand draws back.
“?Ay, Papí!”
“Mi chiquita sexy.” My sexy little girl.
Some words work in both languages.
“Cógeme profundo.” Fuck me deeper.
This is the longest we’ve lasted. I pinch and twist her nipples over and over, progressively spanking every part of her ass.
I alternate hands to make sure I cover her entire ass.
She begs to come. Each time she does, I lift her off my cock.
She whimpers and pleads with me, both of us enjoying our self-inflicted torture.
Neither of us wants this to end. We’ll definitely fuck a few more times today, but in this moment, we can’t get enough of our bodies working together for our mutual pleasure.
When I know she’s on the verge of frustration and I can’t handle much more self-denial, I move my hand to the back of her neck and pull her down to me. I kiss her as I pin her against me, thrusting harder and faster as she rocks her ass on me, barely able to keep up.
“Come for me, chiquita. Coat my cock with your cream as I fill you with my cum.”
“Daddy, I’m gonna be a sloppy mess for you. I’m getting too wet.”
“You feel perfect, little one. You’re still so tight, but it’s easy for me to slide in and out of you. Easy for me to pound your little cunt.”
I pant each word, punctuating them as I jackhammer her pussy.
“Daddy, I’m coming.”
“Me too, baby girl.”
We cling to each other as we come down off our high.
She slides off me because we’re too warm.
She inches closer, and I slip my arm beneath her neck as she cuddles along my side.
Holding her in my arms fulfills another part of me that yearns for her as much as I do during sex.
I experience an emotional and physical release when I come, and the afterglow perfectly complements it.
“How’re you doing, chiquita?”
“Feeling blissful? You?”
“Never better.”
I look forward to being home where we can explore more kinks. I plan to order every toy, implement, and tool we can conceive of so we can deepen this bond.
The sun finally fills the room by the time we both have rumbling stomachs.
“I can’t have you starving all the time while we’re traveling.”
That’s better than saying hiding.
“I can think of something I could have for breakfast.”
She looks down at my cock and waggles her eyebrows.
“Maybe for lunch, chica.”
“Humph.”
I offer her a robe that hangs in my closet and stays here permanently.
I pull a pair of pajama pants from the dresser, another item that’s here whenever I arrive.
When I get home, I almost immediately change out of whatever clothes I wore that day.
It’s a leftover rule from when I was growing up.
Mamá insisted Juan and I get out of our school clothes before we sat on any of the furniture.
She said it helped protect it and didn’t leave germs on it where we’d later put our faces.
Maybe Mamá was onto something because my brother and I weren’t sick nearly as often as other kids in our classes. The habit allows me to leave work behind and feel like my home is a sanctuary.
As she slips the rope on, she frowns.
“What’s the matter?”
“I don’t feel comfortable going out in just a bathrobe if your men will see me. This is huge, and it covers me completely, but I don’t like them thinking I might be naked under here.”
“None of the men come in without an invitation. You heard the guy knock yesterday and wait for permission.”