Chapter 16
As my hunger for Cristiana broke free of the restraint I’d placed on it since her fall, and it mixed with my panic over the thought of losing her, I devoured her lips.
This kiss was nothing but raw passion and a declaration of love.
I loved her and would forever love her. I meant what I told her.
I would do whatever it took never to lose her.
I had no idea my efforts to give her time and not hurt her had made her believe I no longer wanted her. Christ, the dreams about her and me together have fueled my solo jerking-off sessions. I came hard and repeatedly, but it didn’t relieve it. Nothing could, except her.
I groaned louder as our mouths mated and her hand ran back and forth over my erection.
The beast was pushing against my zipper.
He wanted to be inside her. Another groan escaped when her fingers released my button and then the zipper on my pants.
I wasn’t capable of much foreplay. I was primed and ready.
I eased away from her lips enough to mutter, “Tiana, I’m not able to have you handle me. I’m too far gone.”
“Mi amor, I can’t stand it either. I need you. I ache inside. I need you to take me, Reuben. The hell with foreplay,” Cristiana whispered back.
Her words snapped the last restraint I had.
I growled, then I was practically tearing off my clothes and hers.
It was done in a whirlwind haze. All I knew was I had to have her naked and my cock inside of her.
I’d make up for this later, when we had time.
We would need to get cleaned up and go to her parents’ house soon.
As soon as we were both naked, I ran my gaze down her gorgeous, curvy body. My cock was dripping precum. I moved so her legs were spread, and I was kneeling between them. I saw the glistening of her cum on her pussy. I wanted to go down on her, but I couldn’t wait. But I was able to say one thing.
“If it hurts, tell me.”
“I will, God, Reuben, give me your cock, Carino,” she cried out raggedly. Her body was writhing on the bed.
Leaning over her, I lined up my cock with her opening, then thrust hard.
She cried out, and I moaned as I sank into her in one thrust. There was nothing in the world like being inside of her.
As soon as I was all the way in, I pulled back and snapped my hips, driving my cock deep. Her legs came up around my waist.
“That’s it. You feel so good. You’re my good girl.
Giving me exactly what I want and need. You make me want to live inside of you, Nina.
Your body tells me how much you want me.
It weeps for me. Like mine weeps for yours,” I automatically whispered in the low, Dom voice of mine.
Her pupils dilated, and her hips moved to meet mine, driving my cock deeper and harder.
“Yes, yes, Sir. I love the feel of you, too. I want to be your good girl always. To give you everything you need and want. Forever. Teach me. Use me,” she pleaded.
Her nails bit into my shoulders. I tossed back my head and closed my eyes for a few seconds to bask in absolute elation and her plea.
When I lowered my head and opened my eyes, she was watching me.
I hoped she read the love on my face. The way she panted and kept working her pussy up and down my rod as I stroked inside of her said she did.
I wanted to tell her that I was as ensnared as she was.
Leaning further down, I sucked a tit into my mouth.
I thrashed it with my tongue between sucks and bites.
Her cries increased in frequency and intensity. And her nails sank deeper.
“That’s it. Claw me. Show your man how much you enjoy this,” I demanded.
It vaguely registered that the bed was moving, causing the headboard to shake and hit the wall. I couldn’t care less. Let the entire goddamn hotel hear us and know that I loved and desired her beyond words.
“More, Sir, please. I’m close. May I come?” she asked, gasping for air like I was.
“Wait for me. We come together. Hear me,” I ordered.
My thrusts were almost brutal. She was not only taking it, but she was reveling in it.
I probably could’ve kept hammering into her for a few more minutes.
I was gritting my teeth to prolong it, so our orgasms would be explosive.
However, she raised her head and latched onto one of my nipples and bit down.
I had to let go of hers to increase my pace. That bite did it.
“Come,” I pleaded mere seconds before I began to jerk. Squirt after squirt of my cum filled her. Cristiana cried out my name, then tightened down on me like a fist.
Her pussy dragged my seed from me. After I finished coating the inside of her with my cum, I had a fleeting thought.
It was the image of Cristiana pregnant. Her round belly was proudly displayed.
That drove me to come more, even though I thought I was finished.
Her pussy wrung every drop from my cock.
This time, when I was done jerking, she eased her hold and sighed contentedly.
A drowsy, sated smile made me want to crow and beat my chest based on the way she looked at me.
Instead, I took her mouth in a gentle kiss. She returned it as gently and eagerly.
Finally, when I broke away from my woman, I smiled down at her. “Bebé, you’ve made me so happy. You’re such a good girl. Did I make you feel good?”
“God, yes, you made me more than pleased. I’m glad I made you feel so good, Sir.”
“You always do,” I told her, then I sighed. “I hate to stop, but we’ve got to get ready to go to dinner. I promise, when we return, I’ll make up for the hastiness and lack of worship this time.”
“Jesus, Reuben, if it gets any better, I may die. But I’m willing to risk it. Can’t we just stay here?” she begged.
I shook my head. “Come on. Up you go. Let’s go.” I ordered as I withdrew my wet, softening cock. I saw she detested me leaving her, but we had a priority to attend to. As I eased off the bed, I brought her with me.
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We arrived at her parents’ house with ten minutes to spare.
The whole ride over from the hotel, she was nervously twisting her fingers.
Unable to stand it, I took her left hand in mine.
I was careful not to pull it too far toward me.
She stopped wearing the sling they gave her a few days ago.
Her biggest obstacle was strengthening it so the joint stayed in place.
Sometimes, after a dislocation, the tendons and ligaments can become stretched, allowing the joint to slip back out.
Her parents’ driveway had four cars in it. There was an open spot behind one of them, so I parked there. After shutting off the engine, I took a moment to settle Cristiana.
“Tiana, it’s going to be alright. No matter what happens, even if they can’t accept us and our life, we’ll leave here having each other. I will do everything in my power to ensure you’re happy and loved, always.”
Her smile peeked out. “You know just what to say. And I promise to do the same for you if your family can’t accept us. Let’s do this.”
Not wasting time, I got out and rounded the car to assist her.
Holding her close, I dropped a swift kiss on her lips, then we walked to the door.
Like at my parents’, there was no knocking or ringing the doorbell.
She walked straight in, and the sound of multiple voices made me flashback to my family.
A short entry led to a large great room.
There were bodies seated in it — male ones —and, off to the right, in the open kitchen, were four women.
Heads turned and voices faded away as all eyes settled on us.
Even the kids in a corner playing fell silent as they gaped at us.
I heard Cristiana take a deep breath, and she squeezed my hand before she spoke.
“Hello, family. We made it.”
The older man, her papá, stood. He scrutinized me as he approached us. I let go of her, which allowed him to take her into his arms and hug her. I was relieved he didn’t do it too tightly. When they were through, the others crowded closer, and the women had come from the kitchen to stand with them.
She turned to hug her mamá. It made me miss mine. When they were finished, Cristiana held off on greeting the rest of them. Instead, she stepped back to my side and put her hand in mine. Gazes zeroed in on our joined hands.
“Hello, everybody. I’d like to introduce you to someone. Papá, Mamá, I told you that I had a surprise for you. This is Reuben Davila. He’s my boyfriend. He’s been wanting to meet all of you.”
Some would argue that surprising them like this was the wrong move. Perhaps it was, but it was how she chose to do it, and I supported her decision. I smiled as I held out my hand to her papá first.
“Senor Perez, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
He shook it firmly. As he let go of my hand, I swung to her mamá.
“Senora Perez, it’s a pleasure to meet you, too. I see where Cristiana gets her beauty.”
I meant every word. Her mamá was in her sixties yet looked younger and was gorgeous. I now knew what my woman would look like in thirty or so years. After slowly presenting her hand to me, I raised it to my mouth and kissed the back of it before letting go.
While her parents appeared stunned, the rest of her family seemed to be shaking it off. The men were staring at me through narrow and suspicious eyes. The women seemed uncertain, waiting to see how the men would react.
It was Senor Perez Senior who spoke first. “Welcome to our home, Mr. Davila.” Then he glanced over at his daughter.
“Ana, you certainly surprised us. Let’s sit and finish making introductions. Then we can get to know each other,” her papá suggested.
At his nod, the others all backed up and took their seats. Cristiana and I ended up across from her parents. Senora Perez ended up sitting on her husband’s lap.
“I know this is a shock. And please, call me Reuben. Mr. Davila makes me look for my papá,” I told him.