Chapter seventeen #2
Instead, I push her thighs further apart, setting her legs to rest across my shoulders.
When my face is mere millimeters from her dense curls.
I say, “Bondye padon, that I wanted to give you time after you woke screaming that night. I see I’ve been remiss in tending to this sweet, juicy little thing.
” I dip my head, burying my face in heaven on earth as is represented by the succulence of her pussy.
“Damn this motherfucker sweet,” I groan, taking my time licking and nudging her lips apart to make room for my tongue to feast the way I need.
Arching into my mouth, she grips my head, pulling me closer, tighter into her body.
Covering her clit, I suck, building slowly, building and building intensity until the turgid little bud blossoms. Using the tip of my tongue, I flick, only to alternate with the flat side, laving and licking up the essence spilling from her.
Her gasps and moans are a melody spurring my actions until her thighs are shaking and clenching against my head, damn near smothering me as she tries to keep me as close to her as I pleasure her delectable little pussy.
“Snake—” My name on her lips as the comes is the only impetus I need to shed the rest of my clothes.
Whimpers greet me when I press the head of my dick into her plump lips.
“Uh-uh, open that motherfucker for the only man who will ever have her. She missed me. See how she got you acting?” Pressing in, I feel tight muscles give as if obeying my command.
My earlier attention and her own lubrication eases the way.
Still, I take my time working myself inside of the taunt recesses of her body.
“Stretching you out is my favorite pastime, little girl.” Fucking into her, I watch closely as she succumbs to the pleasure and pain of my dominance.
“Looking at you loving how I fuck you. You never had a chance, Sabine.” Intentionally using her real name is like a key to the kingdom. Relaxing, she takes me to the hilt, letting me sink down into softness and heat.
“Hell yeah, look at how well you’re taking me, pretty ass girl.” Looking between us, I pull her up to see exactly how well we fit.
“Tell me who you belong to.” I demand.
She hesitates for a second, and I don’t like that shit one bit. Biting her lip, her eyes are bruises of vulnerability as she whispers. “You.”
“Nah, I don’t think you quite believe that.” A second too late makes me feel like I have something to prove.
Pushing her down into the down comforter, I pull her thighs high on my waist.
Pulling out, I’m captivated by the way she squeezes, trying to keep me in. Feeling every pulsing beat of her tight grip as I slide back in always makes me lose control.
My mission becomes her pleasure. Bending my head, I suck a nipple into my mouth, teasing it to a point as my hips surge forward, seeking the spot I know will send her over the edge. Moving to the other side, I tease it, muttering. “Push them together for me, lil’mama.”
As soon as she does. I suck. She arches, taking me deeper. She gasps, arching away from the highly sensitive spot.
Repositioning her, I pull her thighs higher into the crook of my elbows, surging inside, hitting the sensitive spot just below her cervix.
“Let me, I’ve got you. It will be good, I promise.” I vow to her seeing her panic under the pressure. Trust floods her gaze as she relaxes into the feeling.
“Okay.” My brave girl says, taking this dick like a champ.
I fuck her in slow, steady strokes, keeping her thighs elevated so that she can feel every ridge and muscle plunging into her perfect little pussy.
I pound her into the soft firmness of the bed.
Surrounded by her pillows, pink and pastels, I pull back the need to pulverize what’s mine, what’s always been mine.
Instead, I concentrate on the cluster of tissue, so soft and beckoning to the head of my dick.
Again and again I press deep inside, my hips pounding in tandem with the rhythm of Saban arching and straining to meet me as she gets closer and closer to her crisis.
“Hadrián.” erupts at the same time as my “fuck yeah.”
Sounds of her essence wetting me as I mercilessly thrust into her welcoming heat spur the man obsessed into something other — an apex predator seeking to annihilate his prey.
Sated from her orgasm, she lists under me, her body my possession and under my complete control, so pliant, vulnerable and mine. She lets me use her as my little fucktoy. I want to drown in every delectable curve of her.
Taking her thighs higher over my shoulders, I pile-drive into her pussy. Open to me, she takes every inch of my dick without a whimper. Her hand reaches between us to where we meet, playing with her pussy.
“Why are you such a little slut for me, huh?” I ground out, slamming my throbbing dick into her luscious warmth.
“You l-like it.” She quips back, pulling me down to taste herself on my lips. The moment her flavor floods her mouth, as our tongues tangle, I feel her clench me harder. My eyes roll back, and my back bucks.
Reaching between us, I cover her hand with mine, touching her. Rubbing slow circles around her clit, I play along with her busy fingers until she shatters.
Fucking her through it, I follow, pouring my seed into her hot welcoming body.
Careful not to crush her, I roll over, pulling her on top of me, giving my dick time to soften so I don’t hurt her unnecessarily.
“You good?” Soft locs cover my face as she turns to face me. Moving them over her shoulder, I look down, meeting her soft brown gaze.
“Yeah, you?” Tilting her head, I know she’s not just asking about the lovemaking. She’s inquiring about my heart.
“I’m good.” Meeting her gaze, I mean it. “We have a lot of shit to work through, and it won’t all be done tonight.”
Nodding, she doesn’t shy away. “I’m sorry.
I should have come to you. I don’t want to think it was because of the reasons you said — I know I don’t hate you — not either part of you.
What I hated was the way you pushed me away.
You did that because you thought I was going to do something like this.
I almost feel like it was a self-fulfilling prophecy. ”
“I can see that.” I nod. “Going forward, you come to me.” My tone is serious and allows for no more bullshit distrust on her part. I have more than proven myself.
“I will.” I know she means it. She’s never been a liar.
Trust will take time, but I know she will do everything in her power to earn it back. Forgiving her is not the issue. Being the man she deserves was and remains the problem.
I hold her for a long time before I slip away, making sure her tiny apartment above her shop is secure. Not to mention I put cameras in to watch over her before she moved in. I was pleasantly surprised they worked with the rush job I had to with Angel coming in like he did at Easy’s urging.
Revving my bike after walking it down to the end of the alley so I don’t wake her, I take the road to the secret location I’d been sent.
“What do we have here?” I ask into the darkness, noting the forms of the men hidden in the darkness.
“Nothing, just some el stupido pendejos who think they can run kids in our area after we served them the heads of the last crew to try it.” The calm tone of the former priest has no inflection or mercy. He’s as pitiless as I am.
‘Hm, so thinkers, eh?” I muse, unsheathing my machete.
Blue eyes greeting me is a surprise as much as the blond hair. I don’t let my surprise show as I assess the three men.
“So impatient for kids you’d rather do it yourself than wait on coyotes?” My laugh holds no humor. Disgust coats every word as I look at the three gringos who dare to oppose us.
“It’s the hubris for me. They thought we wouldn’t want the heat coming from fucking them up,” I say to them representing those whose interests align with el Diablo in keeping this area protected.
We make no secret of bringing people over for a better life or to escape hardship or certain death, but from the moment Angel took helm of leadership and vowed to me he would never deal in kids, el Diablo has never been in the skin trade.
“Big mistake.” As I take all their heads.
“Send them back to the patrons of the three highest cartels. It’s enough to get the message out that our territory is off limits.”
As my men move to carry out my orders, I look into the eyes of the only other blond man in the room, Sheriff Ulysses Sheriff.
“No I.D. Nothign has come up yet on facial recognition. They didn’t give anything up. Not even after Rocco had a go at them. It’s almost like they’ve been conditioned from birth. Cult shit.” He says with grim certainty.
“Cult or not we will dead all of them if they keep trafficking in Shelby-Love.” I vow to him.