Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Alejandro
I can imagine what my mother said to my girlfriend in the kitchen.
Mamá’s an avenging angel if you get too close to her family and look at us the wrong way.
She’ll perceive Vita as a threat until she doesn’t—Lord only knows when she’ll change her mind.
From her expression, I think it’ll be soon.
I pray it’s soon. As best I can tell, Mamá likes and approves of Vita as much as she could anyone who’s an outsider.
I’m an only child, so my parents can be a wee overprotective.
I was a mini-Houdini as a toddler. I could escape anywhere.
I was climbing out of my crib at one and figuring out childproof locks by the time I was three.
I’d disappear practically before their eyes.
Usually, it was because I was hungry or wanted to play on our swing set.
Apparently, when I was four, I decided I wanted to play with Pablo.
I found a pair of my dad’s shoes and made it to the end of the driveway before a guard spotted me and carried me back inside.
If I hadn’t grown up on a gated property, I would’ve been halfway to Jersey before they realized I was gone.
I wasn’t a disobedient child; I just took their warning to stay in one place as an instruction meant in the here and the now. It wasn’t applicable to the future until they specifically said so. Situational ethics through the lens of a preschooler.
“I’m ready to go, but what’re we going to do with all of this food if you’re driving?”
“We’ll take a town car with a driver that way we can eat. We’ll park at Javier and Madeline’s and walk next door.”
We say our goodbyes and head to the car.
The privacy glass is always up unless the occupant puts it down.
After giving the driver instructions, I climb in beside Vita.
The moment the door shuts, I’m on her like she’s an oasis after my forty days and nights in the desert. We nearly crush the plates between us.
“Eat so we don’t make a mess, chica. Then we have some unfinished business.”
We both eat with gusto since it’s been so long since breakfast, neither of us having had time for lunch. We abandoned the tuna and rice. She compliments the food, which Papá and Tío Enrique cooked.
It’s a family requirement that everyone learns how to.
We take turns hosting Sunday dinner, and we’re naturally frugal in our everyday lives.
We all like nice things and own plenty of extravagant luxuries.
But we can do that because we don’t piss away our money.
We eat at our homes most of the time, and none of us appear to be starving.
When we’re finished, I set the plates beside my feet. I twist to release Vita’s belt before lifting her onto my lap. I unfasten mine and pull her close. I cup her cheek as she leans in for my kiss.
I can’t get enough.
Our tongues tangle as our hands roam over each other.
She shifts and slides her hand down my trousers as best she can.
I might come just from her fingers brushing the tip.
I force her to release me when I lift her shirt.
I immediately unclasp her bra, tossing that aside too.
She fumbles with my belt, button, and zipper.
Thanks to all that’s holy because my cock’s ready to burst within the confines of my trousers.
I lay her on the seat before stripping her of her pants and panties, holding up the latter.
“Don’t wear these again, chiquita. Your pussy is mine. I decide when you come. That means when I want it, I’ll have it. No unnecessary layers between me and the promised land.”
“Promised land?” She chuckles before moaning as I suck her left breast.
“Yes. I promise to pleasure you daily.”
The confines of the backseat make it difficult for me to do everything I want.
Next time, we’re definitely taking a limo.
I hurry to move the plates to her side and kneel as best I can.
I lift her right leg over my shoulder before lowering my head to her cunt.
The first taste of her is the nectar of the gods.
She slaps her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming.
It’s soundproof glass that separates us from the driver, but she doesn’t want to risk him hearing her. Knowing the couples in this family, he wouldn’t think twice about what’s happening back here. At least one of us was probably conceived in the back of a chauffeured car.
My tongue flicks her clit over and over until she’s writhing on the seat. Her left hand clutches the headrest as she tries to lift her hips to meet my questing tongue that now slides into her. I press my hand on her belly to hold her in place.
“I told you I decide.”
“Daddy, please.”
She’s already practically insensate with need.
My heart races knowing I can drive her to this point so easily.
I remove my hand from her belly to pull down my boxer briefs before they cut off my cock’s circulation.
I stroke myself as I slide three fingers into her cunt.
She’s so wet, and she’s taken me before. I know she can handle it.
“What do you want, little one?”
“You. More of you, please.”
“You beg so nicely. Let me hear more of it.”
“Daddy, please give me your cock. I want to taste you too. I’ve never given road head before, but I want to right now.”
“I’m not the one driving.”
“We’re on the road, and I want to taste you.”
“Next time. I’m having dessert. You must earn yours.”
I return to licking her clit before sucking on it.
I continue to stroke myself to ease the ache.
I watch as her free hand reaches for my head, but she catches herself.
Instead, she lifts her arm overhead and grasps the door.
I watch her belly contract and release as she pants.
I ignore my dick’s protests when I let go in favor of massaging her tits and toying with her nipples.
She releases a long moan, and I know she’s coming. Color rises from her chest up her neck. Her nipples tighten even more, tempting me away from her pussy. But there’s a more immediate need.
I pull away from her and flip her over as she tries to catch her breath.
I maneuver her until her legs are bent and beneath her.
Then I land my hand across her ass. She jerks forward, but my hands are already around her waist to keep her from slamming her head into the door.
When she settles back, I spank her three more times in rapid succession.
“Alejandro! Fuck! That hurts.”
“I know it does. You came without permission.”
“You told me earlier that I could come without asking.”
“That was then. This is now. I explicitly said I control your pleasure. You didn’t ask.”
I spank her twice more, enjoying how her ass is turning rosy. I spread her ass cheeks and slide my tongue along her slit once more. She shies away, but I keep her in place.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry what?”
She hesitates. Her private term of affection slipped out twice earlier, but now she’s considering what she’s doing.
“Say it, chiquita. You know who I am. Say it.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
I climb on the seat behind her then plunge into her.
“Was that so hard to say, chica?”
“No, Daddy.”
She hesitates before looking over her shoulder at me.
Then she’s rocking her hips to accept each thrust. Her left hand rises to press against the window, bracing herself better since I’m not gentle.
I lean forward, my chest resting against her back as I reach around to play with her nipple. I nip at her left shoulder.
“Do you have an idea what it does to me whenever you call me that? It’s never been my thing before, but—fuck—it drives me crazy. It’s because it’s you.”
“I’d never call another man that. Only you’ve protected me, and only you’ve promised to take care of me.”
“Because you’re mine.”
“Yes!”
“And I’m yours, little one.”
“Fuck!”
That promise makes her move faster, pushing her cunt against my dick harder. I let her control our pace for a moment before I pull out.
“What?!”
I thrust my fingers into her again, my thumb rubbing her clit.
I was getting too close. I needed to slow down.
We haven’t even crossed the river yet, and I was ready to blow my load.
I want to make this last. It’s close to an hour from Short Hills in Jersey to Forest Hills in Queens. I won’t be a two-pump chump.
I glance down at my glistening cock, and I nearly abandon my resolve. I once again spread her ass cheeks before running my tongue from her clit to her rosebud. I flick that before pressing my thumb against the opening. The very tip of it slips in.
“This belongs to me too. I’ll fuck your ass whenever your cunt’s too sore to take me again.”
“Yes, Daddy!”
Her ragged tone tells me the idea excites her. She wiggles her hips, and I pinch her ass cheek. My fingers work her G-spot, her moans telling me she enjoys my ministrations. I slide my fingers farther along the wall, searching for the true Holy Grail.
“Oh, fuck, Jandro! That’s it… Fuck… Yes!... Oh, God. It’s different… I—”
I find her A-spot—careful not to press against her cervix—and stroke her. When I realized how into kink I am and that BDSM feeds a deep need I have to be in control while pleasuring someone else, I studied the female anatomy. I’ve always been an excellent student and an overachiever.
“Please… So intense… Going to come. Please!”
“Come for me, chiquita.”
I wish I could see her face while we share something I’ve attempted but never succeeded. Uncertainty fills her gaze as she looks over her shoulder at me. My silent wish is granted as her expression morphs into surprise. Her back bows as her body contracts.
“Jandro.”
It’s a ragged whisper as our gazes lock. I hear her suck in lungfuls of air as she goes still. She turns around, and I sit. She climbs onto me, straddling my hips as I slide into her again. Her head drops against my shoulder as she rides me.
“Chiquita?”