Chapter 19 #2
I move my hand out of the way, and Jorge pushes up onto his hands.
I tilt my hips, and he thrusts into me. I’m so wet that it’s easy for him to slide in, but I’m still tight enough that the friction is mind blowing.
We’re watching each other, and we both register that sublime moment when our bodies become one.
“You’ve always been mine, Liesel. It was just a matter of time. But now that I’m inside you, there is no denying you belong to me. I will fuck you hard, and I will fuck you often. I will be gentle, and I’ll be tender whenever you want.”
Does he mean we’ll make love and not just be kinky?
“Not just when I want, Jorge.”
“I’m not used to vanilla, but I want it with you. Only you.”
My chest tightens, and it’s not just from the exertion of moving with him as he pounds into me.
He keeps offering more of himself than he does with any other woman.
I’m certain of it. He may have spanked others in the past, but I doubt it was for their safety.
It might have been a punishment but in the context of a roleplay scene, not because he cares about their real-life wellbeing.
“Only me, Daddy.”
He shifts to slide his arm under my right leg.
He rears back, lifting my leg up to his shoulder as he kneels.
He grasps my hips and moves with such purpose that I can’t keep up.
He pummels my pussy. The angle allows him to slide so deep into me that there’s nowhere farther for him to go.
He bottoms out, pausing and flexing his abs each time.
Then he slides back, and I see how my cream makes his cock glisten before it disappears into me again.
Over and over.
It would be hypnotic if not for the arousing pain from each forceful thrust. His body is a scientific marvel.
I see the scars that came from bullets and blades.
They’re mostly covered by tats, but I feel them as I run my hands over his chiseled body.
Knowing how arrogant he can be—no—how arrogant he can come across—it would be easy to think he works out and stays in shape for his ego.
Maybe he even believes in the health benefits. I think it’s more than that.
The air of danger that’s always accompanied him along with the lifestyle I’m piecing together make me think he’s in shape to protect himself.
The scars tell me he’s mortal and can’t outrun a bullet, but I think he’s tried.
I think he’s bareknuckle fought plenty of times and has used his strength to save others.
I can only speculate because I doubt he’d tell me the truth if I asked, but my intuition says he lives with far more danger than I’ll ever fully know.
Can you live with that?
Can you live with him possibly dying?
Can you live with the danger you’ll be in? Things are beyond your wildest nightmares right now. What if this is tame for his lifestyle?
I’ll deal with it when I have to. Right now—right now, I want to come.
This isn’t the time for more deep reflections. I’ve done enough of that since the moment I opened my mouth to him. I’ve been in my head, and I’ve needed to work these things out. But now I want to just enjoy the sex. I want to enjoy the connection without worrying about the whys and wherefores.
“I’m close.”
“Me too, little one. But don’t come yet.”
“But—”
“I said, don’t come yet.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck that’s hot.
He lowers my leg, and I shake my head in protest. He slaps my tits. Hard. The sound rings in the room.
“Don’t tell me no, chiquita. I’ll fuck you however I want.”
He pulls out and flips me onto my belly.
I push my hips up, ready to move onto my hands and knees.
He surges into me with enough force to flatten me.
His body presses into mine, and I can’t believe how erotic it feels to have him encage me between him and the mattress.
My fingers splay before they curl to grab the pillow.
He covers my hands with his, and I relax my death grip.
His fingers slip among mine. He rocks his hips at an excruciatingly slow pace. I want him to keep jackhammering me.
“You are my chica. I will make you come when I’m ready. Or did you forget how badly you want to submit to me? Did you just say all of that to lead me on?”
“What? No. I meant all of it.”
“Then your memory isn’t very good.”
“I want what you want. I just also really want to come.”
He chuckles before nipping my right shoulder.
“Do you feel how much bigger I am than you?”
“Yes.”
“Can anything get to you without going through me first?”
“No.”
“Do I control what happens to your sweet little cunt right now?”
“Yes.”
“Then keep trusting me to take care of you, Liesel. If it’s too much, safe word.”
“I’m just impatient. I trust you, Jorge. I enjoy how you take care of me.”
“I know, baby girl.”
He rocks faster, and his height presses me into the mattress. I do my best to rub my clit, but I can’t get enough friction.
Grrr.
Just as I’m about to get frustrated, he lifts his body from mine. He kneels between my legs, keeping his thrusts deep but much slower. His hands roam over my back and shoulders, rubbing and massaging until I relax. He kneads my ass cheeks, and I sigh.
“Good girl.”
He pulls out, and I look over my shoulder.
He guides me onto my hands and knees as he moves to lie beside me.
His hands grip my waist, and I straddle his hips.
I moan as I slide onto him, yet another position where he’s impossibly deep.
We move together until we find a rhythm that works for both of us.
My clit grinds against his pubic bone as I rock.
“Please, may I come?”
“Yes.”
I lean over him, my hands beside his head as I concentrate. The sensation starts within my pussy and moves into my lower belly. Then it explodes.
“Fuck!”
“Fuck, Liesel. I’m coming.”
We ride our high together as his hands hold me in place.
His fingers will leave marks as they dig into my ass.
My heart’s pounding as I suck air in through my nose that burns as it fills my lungs.
I can’t hold myself up since my arms are shaking.
He eases me to lie on top of him. I pull my legs up, and my head tucks against his shoulder, sharing the pillow.
His hands stroke my ass and back as we both settle.
Fuck. If that wasn’t the best sex of my life, then I don’t know what was.
“Chica?”
“Yes?”
“I didn’t know it could be like that.”
His voice is soft and almost mystified, like he’s unsure what just really happened. I kiss his neck.
“Oh?”
He tenses for a moment, and I realize that was utterly the wrong response. Damn. He thinks it wasn’t that special to me.
“Jorge, it’s never been like that for me.”
It hasn’t. It wasn’t just the most physically fulfilling sexual experience I’ve ever had.
It was being with him. We knew what each other needed without saying it.
The emotional connection was deeper than I’ve had with anyone else, yet we don’t even know each other that well.
I’m scared to read more into it, but he felt it too.
I thought maybe I imagined it, but it’s real.
My phone rings, breaking the mood. I can’t afford to ignore it, so I peel myself off him. I hate leaving his arms, but I stretch toward the end of the bed. I pull my phone free and look at the screen.
This is not who I want to talk to right now.