25. Miguel
25
MIGUEL
W atch it, sweetheart.
You’ll make me fall in love with you and be worthless away from you. A shell if you ever leave me or can’t handle what a life with me would be like.
She was soft while I was hard.
She was goodness and sunshine while I was evil and darkness.
She painted murals for children’s literacy groups and humane societies while I killed deviants and scumbags.
We couldn’t be more opposite, and because of that, I was fully aware that if I gave her my heart, if I surrendered to loving her, she would have so much power over me that I would forever be humbled. Because if she couldn’t handle a life with me, I would be destroyed.
“I just told you to be careful,” I warned slowly. “If you keep this up, I might fucking fall in love with you.”
“Hmm.” She was sassy even in that non-answer of an acknowledgment.
“You want to call me a hero?”
The absurdity of this conversation had me cautioning myself for getting in any deeper with her than I already was. It just seemed too impossible that she could accept me as I was, that she’d have a big enough heart and a wise enough head to trust me after I admitted I’d only found her because I was supposed to kill her.
I was an assassin. A hitman for the Cartel.
“A hero? I’m not someone you bring home to meet the parents.”
“Well.” She drummed her fingers on the armrest of the passenger door. “Since you were originally contracted to kill Louis, I think the whole meet-the-parent ordeal won’t really matter between us.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’ve got some low standards if I’m a hero in your eyes.”
“That’s not true.” She turned to face my profile, leaning closer over the center console to really argue and sass. “My standards are just fine.”
I smirked, turning onto another road with trees, vine-covered bushes, and flowers lining one side.
“You said I can use the rest of my life getting to know you, but I am confident in recognizing what I can see with my own two eyes right now.”
“Oh?” I glanced at her, mesmerized by the naughtiness in her expression. So defiant. So real. So incredibly gorgeous and mine .
“Yeah. I see a sexy killer, at least.”
I watched her crawl closer to me.
“Maybe a little older.”
I gaped at her.
She laughed lightly. “But still so…” The rest of her description was better left shown than spoken. Leaning into me, she cupped my face but didn’t turn my head so I’d still be able to watch the road. She kissed down my cheek, though, rubbing her fingers at the base of my neck.
Tingles shot up my scalp under her perfect massage. My dick hardened at the suck of her lips on my earlobe.
And when she lowered her hand to my shorts and started to unzip them, all the blood rushed to my dick. I was hard, tense and aching for her as she pulled my shaft out.
“So… tempting.” As she rubbed her hand up and down my erection, she made sure to swipe her thumb over the tip and smear the pre-cum that had leaked out.
“Sweetheart,” I growled before I turned to kiss her around a curve in the road toward Rueben’s house.
“So perfect.” She kissed my cheek as I faced the road again, then she lowered her head. “So perfect, just for me.”
Ducking lower and lower, she showed me what she wanted to do. I spread my legs, keeping my foot on the pedal as she brought her mouth to my cockhead.
“All for you, Isabel,” I promised. “All for you.”
She hummed in agreement, content to wrap those plump lips around me. Sinking down, she let her saliva wet her descent. And on the uprise, she sucked so hard, she hollowed her cheeks.
“Fuck, Isabel. This is—” I cringed, straining to focus on driving and not crashing. I swore I would always protect her, that I would never let any harm reach her, and that included right now.
She hummed again, and I gave up on figuring out what she might’ve wanted to say.
Placing my hand on the back of her head, letting her long, black locks glide over my fingers, I thrust my hips up as much as I could to match the rhythm of her sucking. Getting road head wasn’t what I’d counted on today, but with each minute that passed and I discovered more things about Isabel than what could’ve been included in her file, I embraced the adventure and looked forward to more.
Moving my hand from the back of her head, I rubbed over her back until I could slide my hand over the curve of her ass. This dress was short, like the other summery ones she wore. Nothing stopped me from stroking my fingers lower, over her cheeks, then toward her pussy.
“Hmm!” She moaned her reaction to me pushing my finger into her tight, wet entrance. Then as she pushed her mouth up and down my erection, she humped back into my hand.
“Dammit,” I muttered under my breath.
I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t handle it.
Her mouth felt like heaven, but the tease of her velvety slick walls that sucked my finger in felt even better.
I wanted her too much.
I needed her so badly.
I could have the rest of my life to pace this rabid lust for her, but I had to have her now . I hadn’t spent enough time resisting her to withstand this torment.
My dick was going to erupt and coat the back of her throat with ropes of my hot cum. My balls were tight, pulling up and so close to my reaching an orgasm. My heart raced and thundered so fast, not just out of the adrenaline rush of her going down on me like this, fucking me with her mouth so expertly, but also because I was challenged with making her come too.
Gritting my teeth, I kept an eye out for the next spot to pull over. Rueben lived further out from the city, and this scenic route was full of convenient areas to stop a car and enjoy the view.
My view was pretty fucking spectacular. Watching Isabel suck on my raging hard-on while I drove was one of the sexiest sights I could imagine.
But stopping and filling her cunt instead would be even better.
I swerved, sending gravel and dirt spraying up behind the car. In a rough drop from the pavement to the stone of the berm, the car lurched down and over. All the while, my beautiful sweetheart kept at it, moaning with her mouth tight around my dick.
Only when I slammed on the brakes and sent the whole vehicle jerking to an abrupt stop did she seem to realize I wasn’t speeding along the road any longer.
But she didn’t lift her head from my lap. She kept those luscious lips sealed over my cock.
“Come here,” I ordered, my voice gruff without any conscious effort to make it so. Pulling up on her shoulders, I watched her leave my shaft wet and shiny, glistening with her saliva.
“But I?—”
“Too bad.”
I shoved the door open, not even bothering to pull my shorts back to position and hide my dick. I couldn’t. I was so hard, stiff and jutting straight out that there was no chance I could push it back into my clothes. Keeping my back to the road in case anyone drove by, I reached into the car and helped her crawl out.
“Miguel, I?—”
She squeaked, surprised when I picked her up and laid her on her back. She put her arms out to sit up, reclining on the hood of the car to gape at me. “What?—”
I reached down to grab each of her ass cheeks in my hands. In the same stroke that I yanked her, sliding her over the hood toward me, I ripped off her thongs.
“You—”
Then I shoved her dress up, dug my fingers into the swell of her ass, and lifted her slightly. Lowering my head, I bent over and gave that sweet little cunt an open-mouthed kiss. The first hit of her tangy taste thrilled me. And like this morning when I ate her out as a good-morning greeting, I growled at the addictive fragrance of her cream that reached my nose.
“Miguel, you?—”
I swiped my tongue up and down, collecting all her juices and urging her to let her body make more for me. I wanted every drop. I wanted every cry and mewl and sexy groan.
Cutting her off and shocking her was fun, but I was waiting for the award of making her scream and come apart for me in an intense climax.
So, I stood there, off the side of the road. The car still ran underneath her as I kept her flat on the hood. My shorts hanging loose, my dick out like a flagpole, I ate her out and relished the unique taste of her tight pussy.
I licked and sucked. Then I kissed and nipped. Over and over, I laved my tongue all across and up and down her sensitive flesh. But when I finally stopped teasing her to pay attention to the hard bud of her clit, she slammed her hands down on the hood and arched her back.
“Oh…” She lifted her legs. Parting them, she spread her knees apart. Placing her sandaled feet on the hood, she used the pressure to thrust up to my face.
Yes. Yes, sweetheart. Take what you want. What you need. You’re not alone anymore. Not when I’m here.
Letting her fuck my face, lifting her ass off the hood while I ate her creamy cunt, I dragged my hands to her thighs, squeezing her legs and keeping her close.
When she came, I felt it. She creamed, coating my tongue. She cried, sounding out how hard her orgasm hit her. And she trembled, both her legs and with the flutters of her inner walls.
Before she could finish coming, I stood up and yanked her down the hood again. Her legs stayed splayed wide open, and I thrust my dick into her stretched hole, shoving into that slick entrance.
“Oh. Fuck. Miguel. Oh, fuck! ” She panted and tried to arch up into me, still coming as I pounded into her without mercy.
This woman was mine.
She was it for me.
Isabel was the reason I wouldn’t be bored or listless.
My sweetheart was the beginning and the end of me. With her, I could start the rest of my life, truly living. And it would be the end, the closure I needed to give up the job I’d tired of.
Killing her father was supposed to be one last job before taking a break.
The order to kill her was never going to happen.
And now, as I planned to solve the reason anyone would target this lovely, sexy woman whose pussy squeezed me so hard, I knew that would be my last job. Saving her would be the end of my contracted employment.
But first, I came. Shooting my load deep inside her as she milked me, I hung my head and slanted forward until I could gather her in my arms. Our chests heaved. Our breath mixed as she clung to me.
Sitting on the edge of the hood, my cock wedged deep inside her, I held on to her and waited for my heart to slow.
Because once it did, it would beat to the march of hers—for the rest of our lives.
I’d swear on it.
Forever, Isabel. I pressed a kiss to her temple as she shivered and came down from the high.
You’re mine forever.
And I am yours.