Chapter 39 #2
“There a compliment in there somewhere, Grandpa?” I teased, continuing to dice the vegetables as quietly as possible.
“Asshole. Enjoy the rest of the wedding. Oh, and keep my daughter safe.”
“Won’t let her out of my sight, don’t you worry.” A wicked grin spread across my face as I thought about her all wet and naked in my bathtub.
Without a goodbye I hung up the phone and continued preparing dinner.
The next morning, I woke to an empty bed. My heart hammered as I sat bolt upright. Call me panicky all you like, but after the day before I couldn’t help it. I had barely slept, spending most of the night watching her sleep.
I should have hunted them down and shown them my true face.
The only reason I hadn’t aimed for that wanker’s head was so when I got my hands on him I could torture the shit out of him.
The only comfort I had was knowing they’d be back…
back to finish the job. But they didn’t get what they wanted this time and I’d make sure they never would.
Jumping out of bed, I scrubbed at my face.
“Bella?” No answer. I jogged to the bathroom and frowned when I found it empty.
Where the fuck was she?
“Bella?!”
The growing nausea at the back of my throat sent me racing down the stairs.
Heart racing, I pounded down the stairs of my deluxe apartment— momentarily cursing myself from buying a place far too big— and flung myself around the corner towards the kitchen.
I was about two seconds from breaking my promise of not calling in backup when the sound of singing reached my ears.
Sure enough there was my girl in tiny little shorts, belting out tunes and giving zero fucks.
A glance at the counter revealed a muffin tin.
Shit, I didn’t even know I had one of those.
“Bella?” I said her name, but of course she didn’t hear me. So I watched her for a moment, breathing her in as she continued to mix.
“Okay, so first I’ll get these muffins cooking, make some juice, cut some fruit and surprise Arturo in bed.
” I chuckled as she started talking away to herself, still completely unaware I was standing right behind her.
The way her hips swayed to the music and the sound of her soft, gentle voice had me mesmerised.
I couldn’t take my damn eyes off of her.
Damn, this was a view a man could get used to.
I was one lucky fucker.
I strode over to her, trying my best not to scare the life out of her. “Good morning, hermosa ,” I breathed, removing her AirPod. She didn’t so much as flinch.
“You ruined the surprise,” she sulked, her lower lip sticking out as if she’d just had all her Christmases ruined. “I wanted to make you breakfast in bed.”
“Well, I would have had my real breakfast had she still been in my bed.” I whispered. At this she dropped the bowl with a clatter.
“Is my pussy all you think about?” she asked, her voice seductive and breathy.
I spun her around to look at me to find her cheeks flushed the perfect shade of pink and her eyes shining with desire and joy. Her voice was calm. She wasn’t on edge at all. Knowing she felt that way because of me filled me with something I wasn’t used to. Something very unusual.
So this is what happiness felt like…
“I think about everything to do with you, Not just your sweet, tight, pussy,” I growled against her skin. Screw breakfast, I wanted to taste every damn inch of her.
Her finger delved into the mixing bowl, bringing the muffin mix to my lips. Try it,” she demanded, a smile playing on her lips. I let my mouth fall open just enough, but my Bella had other ideas. She coated the tip of my nose in the delicious blueberry mixture, her body vibrating with laughter.
“Such a naughty girl.”
I gripped her wrist and brought her hand to my mouth. She let out a soft moan the second my tongue swirled around her finger. “The muffins can wait,” I threw her over my shoulder, as if she weighed nothing. The warmth of her breath penetrated through my tank.
I dropped her onto the sofa, wasting no time in removing her skimpy fucking shorts.
Her pussy was bare, just the way I liked it.
Resting her legs on my shoulders, I pushed her knees to her chest and kissed her as if it was the first time.
She’d once told me she’d wanted all of our kisses to be that way, and who was I to disappoint her?
The soft little moans that left her were the sweetest fucking sounds I’d ever heard.
I relished in the feel of her warm tongue massaging mine.
I could spend forever like this, just kissing her.
Her mouth was like a drug. One I had no trouble getting high off.
I promised I’d never kneel for any fucker, but for Bella I’d spend an eternity here.
She may have believed I was the one in control, but Bella owned my soul.
Whatever she asked of me I’d give her without question.
Running my fingers down her chest, I quickly made my way to her centre, delighted to find it already wet.
Biting her lip, I thrust two fingers into her pussy.
Her breath tickled my cheek as she let out a gasp, clenching around my fingers so perfectly.
“Arturo,” she whispered, as if her voice couldn’t break through the pleasure that was building beneath the surface.
Her hands fisted my hair, making my scalp burn, and fuck, I welcomed it. I knew what she wanted, what she needed.
“Please…” she begged.
“Tell me what you want, Bella. Tell me exactly what you want.” I blew cool air on her clit as her hips bucked off the sofa.
“Please…”
“That ain’t goin’ to get you what you want, is it?” I nipped her clit and the sounds that left her was in-fucking-credible.
“Make me come,” she demanded between laboured breaths, my fingers fucking her pussy hard and slow.
“How?”
“With your tongue, please… God, please!” Her head fell back against the sofa as cried out.
“Is that what I am to you, Bella? Your god?” I teased, my tongue tormenting her clit in feather light strokes.
“Yes!” Her eyes met mine as I looked up at her. They were glazed and hooded. The pleasure building inside of her was becoming too much and I enjoyed watching her come undone beneath me.
“Good fuckin’ girl,” I smiled a sly smile, before burying my tongue in her pussy.
Her grip tightened, and I watched as her eyes rolled back. She was so close and I couldn’t wait to push her over the edge. “Does my dirty little whore want to come?”
“Please…” she whimpered, gnawing her lower lip.
“I love hearin’ you beg. Do it again.” I demanded, as I spat on her pussy, relishing the sight of my saliva mixing with her arousal.
“Please!” she screamed. “Spank my pussy, please.”
I sucked on her clit, slamming my fingers inside her, deliberately keeping her orgasm at bay.
“Please!” Her voice sliced through the air. Grinning, I brought my hand down onto her pussy. “Ah, fuck!”
“Let go, mi princesa .” At this I lashed one more spank to her pussy and felt pure satisfaction as she screamed.
Grunting, I shoved down my sweats before pushing her knees to meet her breasts as I thrust inside her.
Tears sprang to her eyes as pleasure flooded her veins.
I bit my lip as the need to pound into her assaulted my senses.
“Fuck!” She moaned, her fingers clawing at my back.
“I love your filthy mouth,” I brought my lips to hers. “When I’m close, you’re goin’ to get on your knees like a good fuckin’ girl. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes,” she gasped.
“That’s my good little whore. What are you Isabella?”
“Your good little whore.” Her teeth dug into her lower lip, as she spoke.
Lowering my hand, I circled my thumb against her clit. “Come.” And with that one little word her pussy tightened before she let herself go. I was so damn close after hearing her whimper and quiver beneath me.
Grunting I pulled out and demanded, “On your knees.” Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees before me and opened her mouth. “Taste yourself.” I fisted her hair, bringing her mouth to the head of my cock.
The feel of her hot mouth sliding against me was overwhelming.
Once I reached the wall of her throat, tears began to trickle down her cheeks, and what a fucking sight it was.
I tightened my grip on her hair, making her moan.
Her nails dug into the backs of my thighs, no doubt marking my skin, and I loved every second.
I’d take whatever she gave me without complaint.
“Fuck!” I sucked in a sharp breath as her mouth worked me in ways I didn’t think it could. She was driving me closer and closer to oblivion, and I was no longer trying to hold on. With one last thrust of my cock I released a roar of pleasure, coating the wall of her throat in my arousal.
She took it all. Every fucking drop.
The sight of her on her knees with my cock in her mouth would forever be etched into my memory. Sighing, I let her hair go as my cock slipped from her mouth with a pop. I sank down to my knees in front of her and pulled her relaxed body into my arms.
“Shall I finish making breakfast now?” she asked, a sleepy smile transforming her face.
“No, hermosa , I’ll finish it.” I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, before helping her back into her pyjama shorts.
“You’re too good to me, Arturo Ramos.”
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” I lifted her onto the sofa, her body instantly snuggling into the cushions. “I’ll be back.”
I stood there for a moment as she flicked through the TV channels, watching her brows furrow the moment she realised they were all British.
“Arturo, what’s this?” She paused on a programme, the arguing couple capturing her attention.
“Coronation Street, also known as a soap.” I chuckled, watching her face twist in confusion.
“A soap?! That’s what you use in the bathroom, not a word for a tv show. ” I couldn’t contain my laughter which seemed to confuse her all the more.