Chapter 23 #2
“Daddy, you make it impossible to control my orgasms.”
Symbiosis.
She’ll control what happens because she can safe-word, and everything ends without a question. But I control whether she gets an orgasm.
She inches forward until her knees are beside my ears. She lowers herself, and I lick her pussy. I press her down, so I can thrust my tongue inside her.
“?Ay, Papí!”
“Fuck that’s hot, Flora.”
I pull my mouth away to mutter that one sentence, then I dive back in.
My fingers grip her ass as I move her at the pace I want.
I watch as her hips roll, bringing her clit closer to my nose and then retreat.
The movement makes her look like a belly dancer, and it’s erotic as fuck.
Our gazes meet, and I know she’s observing me to see what I want and what I like.
What I want is to torment her until she begs to get off.
She moans as I suck her clit while pulling her ass cheeks apart. My chin stubble rubs against her cunt and between her cheeks. She shifts as though she wants more. I press down on her hips, holding her in place as I open and close my mouth around her clit, flicking it with my tongue.
“Fuck, Daddy.”
She tries to move faster, but I don’t let her. Just the opposite. I stop altogether.
“Daddy!”
She’s not a fan of being edged right now.
I wait her out until she stops squirming.
Then I stick my tongue as deep into her pussy as I can.
I slap her ass, pushing her forward to ride my face.
I do it over and over as she moans. It makes my cock leak.
I haven’t come, and I feel like I’m about to explode, but I’m not ready to end this.
“Daddy, please…Please…Please, Daddy.”
The sound of her begging has me reaching past her to fist my dick. I’m ready to jerk off because my balls are so fucking tight, but I’m not wasting my cum on myself. I either want to mark Flora with it or sink it deep inside her pussy.
I’ve done everything I can to make sure I never got a woman pregnant.
I’ve practically double bagged it, and I always withdrew even with a condom.
I only ever came in women’s asses, and that was with a condom.
I’ve fucked Flora bare every way I can. I thought discovering she’d forgotten her birth control would freak me out once its implications settled in.
It didn’t.
Just the opposite.
I want to fuck her full of my cum until she’s carrying our child. The kinky bastard in me wants to know she’d belong to me in a way that’s permanent and in a way no other man can ever claim. I want to know a part of me is inside her and that we made a new life together.
The tender part of me that never existed before her wants to be a dad like the one I have.
I’ve never once doubted my father loves me—and loved Juan—more than his own life.
Even when I’ve fucked up and feared disappointing him, I never questioned his unconditional love.
I didn’t imagine I had the capacity for that before meeting Flora.
Now I believe I can because I’m falling in love with her.
I nip at her clit until she screams. I rake my teeth over it before I suck.
“Daddy, I’m going to come. Fuuuuck!”
She throws her head back as her ass clenches. She grinds her pubic bone against my upper lip, her ass pushing at my chin. The moment I know she’s done, I lift her off and guide her to kneel with her shoulders on the mattress. I grab a paddle and bring it down on her ass.
“OWIE! Fuck, Daddy!”
She wails the first word and barely hisses the second two. I spank her again and again.
“Did I give you permission to come, chiquita?”
“No. But you made it impossible for me not to.”
“Excuses, baby girl.”
I spank her again, and I’m so fucking tempted to thrust my dick into her and come. But that’s not what she wanted when we came in here.
“Stay where you are. You can sit up if the position hurts your neck.”
I climb off the bed and finish stripping since I still have all my clothes on.
When I’m naked, I stroke myself twice. Some of it is to relieve the ache, but some of it is to tease her.
I chuckle at her scowl before grabbing the swing.
I leave the packaging on the bed as I grab the stepladder from beside the dresser.
I told my guy to leave it there for me. I’m tall, but I’m not a fucking giant.
She sits up to see more easily. “That hook wasn’t there when we left for dinner.”
“I know. I had it installed.”
“Pablo, one of your men knows we’re into kinky shit if he had to install a hook in the ceiling.”
“Maybe he thinks we’re into hanging plants.”
“With a hook that size? Hardly. Please tell me you didn’t say what it was for.”
I connect the swing’s links to the hook before I climb down. I walk over to the bed and perch on the edge. I gesture for Flora to sit on my lap. I brush hair back from her face.
“Chiquita, what happens between us is private. Maybe the guy figured it out. Maybe he didn’t.
But I certainly didn’t tell him why. If I’d had the tools handy, I would’ve done it myself.
I should’ve planned ahead, knowing the delivery was coming today, but I didn’t.
The packages had to be X-rayed before they came up here, so a security guard knows what I ordered.
But neither man will discuss what they know or think.
They understand why that wouldn’t be a good idea.
If we go to a club, and you want to scene where others can watch, then we can explore that.
That’s the only way anyone else will know what we do together. ”
“Thank you for reassuring me. I already figured out the boxes went through security, but that felt way different than someone being in our—room to put in a hook.”
She tries to cover how she stumbled over “our.” I don’t point it out, even though I want to insist she quit thinking about another place since she already considers at least part of this condo as hers. But I won’t pick a fight. Instead, I give her a quick kiss before helping her off the bed.