Chapter Seven #2
“Woman…okay, I’m answering it for you. We already have a little puppy together. It’s a sealed deal. Enough said.” I slide the ring on her finger and then pull her in for a kiss.
“I suppose since we do share custody, it’s probably for the best.” The smile on her face couldn’t be wider.
“I love you, Elsa.” She kisses my chin and then my lips tenderly until we’re lost in each other’s arms.
A low yelping yawn comes from my feet, and I look down to see our puppy curling between us. “Looks like someone is tired.”
“Yes, it does.”
“Let’s take her inside and wash up.” She picks up the sleepy pup, and I press my hand to the small of her back as we walk back inside. We wash our hands, and then I lead her into the family room. “Would you like something to drink?”
“No, thank you.”
“So, I need you to understand something, Elsa.”
“What is it?”
“I want us to be together, and I’m not just talking about dating. I’m looking forward to forever with you. I understand that you have dreams to be a forensic scientist.”
“Are you…”
“Hold on. I’m not trying to stop you from becoming one. Not at all. I’m just saying there may be some bumps in the road along the way.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, one, we’ll be getting married, so the wedding and honeymoon will happen, and I’m not sure if that will interfere. Then, there’s the chance that we have a baby in the next couple of years.”
“How many babies?” she asks with bright, wide eyes.
“I don’t know. It depends on how many babies we can handle. I’m running a hotel and casino with your brothers while I plan on giving you the rest of my time. Maybe starting a family right away might not be the best idea.”
“My mother put me on birth control at the beginning of the summer.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes. She said it would be a good idea until I finished school.”
“Well, then, it’s good because we have time for each other and you can finish school.” I pull her into my arms, tipping her face upward with my hand under her chin. “Now that we have that squared away, my beautiful Elsa, I need to taste these lips again.”
She closes her eyes, waiting for me to claim her soft pink lips. I lean in and close my mouth over hers, sliding a hand into her hair, cupping the back of her neck to bring her face close to mine. Our mouths angle sideways as we deepen the kiss, moans falling from our lips.
Carl coughs, interrupting us. “Sir, Mr. and Mrs. Martín have arrived.”
“Please escort them in here.”
When they finally enter the family room, I smile proudly and greet them, “Thank you for coming.”
“Of course. We can’t miss a wonderful dinner and a chance to see our daughter before you steal her away from us so unexpectedly,” her father adds with a look of annoyance.
“I thought it would have been obvious after everything that we discussed.”
“I don’t believe we discussed her just moving in with you.” He steps closer, his anger becoming more obvious.
Mrs. Martín steps up and presses her hand to his chest. “Come, now, Emiliano. You know very well that the second you had me in your grasp, I was living with you.”
“You are correct, my love. This is different—she’s my daughter.”
Mrs. Martín laughs, and he turns to look at her with a scowl. “You are being ridiculous. I told you before that this was happening, and you didn’t listen to me.”
She walks up to Elsa with a small pink and white bag. “Sweetheart, I packed you an overnight bag. I’m sure you’ll gather more of your things later.”
“Thank you.” She takes it and sets it aside.
“Dinner is ready,” Carl says. We all go into the dining room and take our seats with Elsa at my right.
“Everything smells wonderful.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Martín. I’ll tell the chef that.”
“Where is the rest of the family?” Elsa asks, looking at her parents.
“They had other matters to attend to, and unfortunately as you know Milo is away on business and won’t be back until next week.”
“Well, I’m glad you could make it,” I state, knowing that he wasn’t too pleased with me.
“So what are your plans? Are you going to be living with my daughter without getting married?”
“No,” Elsa and I blurt out at the same time. I laugh.
“I’m glad you feel that way, Elsa, because we’re getting married as soon as possible.”
“Oh, really? How soon are you talking about? Are you planning to start a family?”
“We’re going to wait some time before we start on grandchildren, but I’d like to marry fast. I don’t see a point in waiting.”
“Maybe take some time to get to know each other,” Emiliano says.
“I’ve known her since we were kids. Yes, there are the little things we don’t know, but I know she loves Mexican and Chinese, but hates pasta even though she loves going to Italy. Her favorite books are crime novels from the past, like nineties and early two-thousands.”
Elsa twisted her head with her mouth wide open. “I can’t believe you know that.”
“Yeah, I noticed it on your reading account online. You have an addiction to some of the older books from those times before technology got out of control and so much of the market was overly saturated.”
“So when is the wedding?”
“We live in Vegas,” Elsa offers.
“Elsa, we can get married in a lavish wedding if you want, but I want to start planning it now and have it ready within the next six months. No need to wait any longer. Hell, other than the dress and the invites, we have access to everything else at our fingertips easily.”
“The dress? Do you think that would be hard?” she asks me.
“No, but I’m not sure where you want to get it or how long it takes to make. Don’t pretend the princess doesn’t want her picture-perfect wedding.”
“I do.”
“Then you’ll get it.”
“Three months should be plenty.”
“Good. We need to start right away.” Her mother rubs her hands together with excitement.
“I’ll send you the calendar for the hotel and then general group schedule for the families, and we’ll see if there’s any major conflicts.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
“Thanks.”
After they leave, I escort Elsa to our bedroom, taking her bag with us. “This is our bedroom.”
“I’m not going to have my own bedroom until we’re married?” she asks with a flat expression.
“Are you fucking serious?”
“No, but you should see the look on your face. It’s priceless.
” She opens her bag and starts pulling things out onto the dresser.
The thought of her things everywhere feels just right.
I’d already cleared out space in the room, added an additional dresser, and ordered the same hygiene products she uses at home.
“We’ll see how you’re looking when I’m buried balls deep inside you and you’re creaming all around me.”
“Let’s see if you can make me come.”
“I’m going to do my best, no matter how many tries it takes.”
“No one could call you a quitter, Miles. Luckily, no one knows this side of me. Can I take a shower?”
“Absolutely. Your usuals should be there. I hope they’re the right kind, or I’m going to have to kick someone’s ass.”
She walks into the bathroom and looks for a moment before peeking at me with a devilish smile. “I can’t believe you did all this. Then again, now that I know the truth, I suppose it’s right up your alley.”
“Up my alley? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re the kind to leave nothing to chance or not taken care of. I’m surprised my clothes weren’t already here.”
“I hadn’t expected this to happen so soon. I was planning on giving you a little more time before convincing you that we needed to give us a chance.”
“Then I’m glad I threw a fit and got my way.”
“I think I’m the one who got my way.”
“I’d say it was a win-win.” She winks and then closes the door.
As the shower turns on, I have to fight the instant arousal, so I quickly shower in a guest bedroom and change into my pajama bottoms. She’s still showering, so I do some work on my phone until she’s done.
Elsa finally comes out in just a towel; my tongue nearly falls onto the floor.
“Why, Princess, it’s like you’re begging to be fucked tonight.”
“Is it that obvious?” Her eyes aren’t focused on my face at all.
They’re laser focused on my chest and abs.
Damn—now I’m grateful that I focus on my diet and exercise.
I want her tongue licking me from my chest to my balls, and from the look on her face, I wonder if she’s got that same idea.
Her tongue peeks out, and my dick jerks in my pajamas.
“No. Not at all.” I drag her to me and crush her mouth in a hard, rough kiss. “But as it happens, I’m a very intuitive man.” My tongue slides down to her jaw, and then I scrape my teeth along her pulse.
“Oh my goodness. This feels so good.”
“Damn. I’m totally going to defile you tonight.”
“Please do. Show me what you can do to make me come so hard that I need more and more.”
“Challenge accepted, Princess.” I tug her towel and stare at her perfect set of tits that has me salivating. I bend my knees and then scoop her up and carry her to bed. She lets out a shriek before giggling. I drop her onto the mattress, watching her sexy curves jiggle.
I follow after her, leaning my body over hers. “I need to be inside you right now.”
“What are you waiting for?”
“I need to get you ready. There’s no way this is going to work like this.”
“Why? I’m so horny.” I slide my fingers down her perfectly taut stomach that won’t always be that way. I want to lick my way there, but I have to be patient. Fuck, waiting wasn’t a burden until now.
I lift my finger and suck on it until it’s drenched and then run it over her wet, hot pussy. She may be aroused, but my beautiful woman isn’t where either of us need her to be.
I rub her slit, and her hips buck off the mattress. “Fuck, Miles.”
“That’s it, baby. Let me feel how horny you are, but you need to calm down and let me in.” I start to push my finger in, and it’s so damn tight my finger is struggling. She gasps.
“Oh my.”
“Yes, that’s just one finger.” I pump my middle finger while my thumb massages her clit.
“Relax for me.” I lean over and kiss my woman and then add a second finger.
She continues to calm down and open up for me.
I pull out my fingers and suck them off.
Fuck, I’m about to come. I need to eat her out, so I growl and slam her arms above her head.
“Keep these here. I want to feast on your pretty slit. I want you coming before I tear apart your pussy.”
“Are you sure?”
“Don’t ever ask that again. If I want your pussy, all you need to do is serve it to me. Understood?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” I kiss her roughly and then pull back. “Keep those arms up there. I’m already too close to coming, and I want to come buried deep inside you.”
The first swipe of my tongue nearly sends her off the bed again, so I press my forearm over her hips, holding her down while my other hand allows my fingers to play her pussy like a piano.
I’m hitting the right notes, and my woman comes as I lave her clit.
Her voice cracks as she screams my name.
I have to reach down and squeeze my cock to stop me from nutting on the bed.
I push down my pajama pants, grateful that I’d forgone the boxer briefs, and line my cock up with her entrance. Heated, I push forward. At first, I send the first two inches in, but then she cries out and I freeze. “Just relax.” She takes a calming breath, and I send the rest of me forward.
“Oh my goodness.” The next gasp is much harsher. “It’s so big. I feel so full.”
“Relax, sweetheart.” I rub her pussy, strumming her nub, trying to calm her down, but I’m so much larger than I guess a virgin should have. Maybe I need to have a talk with my father. Then again, maybe not. I sure as fuck can’t talk to my godfather.
“I’m sorry, baby. Do you want me to stop?” In my mind, I’m silently pleading for her not to tell me to stop.
“No, let’s just go slow.” I nod and gently kiss her lips. We kiss over and over until I can feel the tension slip from her body. My fingers tease her nipples that are hardened from my touch. She feels so good, even though she’s squeezing the life out of me.
I need to move, but I know I can’t hurt her any more than I have.
Slowly I test my movements, and she doesn’t flinch, so I go a little further, pulling out a little more before sliding in again, each stroke moving a little more quickly.
I move into a better rhythm, and it feels as though she’s with me.
“Miles, it feels so much better now.”
“That’s good, baby girl, because it feels really good to me, and I hate that I was hurting you.”
“Well, I had no idea you were carrying a dang flag pole in there.”
“Thanks, Princess.” I rock forward, working her pussy with my cock and fingers because I promised that I’d make her come, and I’m not a fucking chump. “Now be a good girl and come for me.” I lean down and suck her nipple into my mouth and set her off. She cries out, coming with my name on her lips.
I lose control and pump my load hard and deep inside her. Elsa is in more trouble than she thought because my obsession with money and power aren’t even close to the top anymore. Hearing her call out my name becomes my new addiction.