Page 17 of Naked Truth

“Is this what my little bird wants?”

“Make me feel safe, Raoul. Make love to me.” She arches her back, exposing her glistening folds when she kicks off her panties. I drop to my knees and lick at her slit, lapping up her cream and spreading her juices around her fuck hole. With my thumb, I press on her clit, opening the gates to more of this delicious nectar. “Ah…”

I spread her wider and lick faster. Her whimpers grow louder. I press her clit again and she writhes. It’s too much and I stand, snaking my arm around her waist and holding her still as in one thrust, I plunge my cock deep and hard inside her saturated pussy. “Raoul!”

“Are you safe now, baby?”

“I-I’m getting there. Oh, yes. Do that again.” She arches her back more and I pull her back, slamming her ass to my hips. “Yes.”

“Yes,” I hiss and fuck her from behind, never imagining it would feel like this. This woman, my woman, her hands braced on one of the statues as I plow into her, as the fluid from our bodies slurp and slap where we’re joined. I reach down and finger her clit, rolling it in circles in time to my thrusts. The walls of her pussy grip me as she moves faster, riding my cock and mewling as her climax grows.

I pinch her clit and she explodes on my dick, crying out and triggering my own release. I erupt, spurting the cum that’s been building inside me since this morning. I fill her until my thick milk spills out of her hole and coats us both.

“Does my woman feel safe now?” I turn her in my arms and kiss her deeply. She wraps her arms around me and kisses me back just as deeply. Her dress falls back into place, and just in time.

“Ah…Mr. Santiago?”

I stiffen and pull Valentina against me, stepping into the shadows. She may be covered, but my cock is still out, still hard in its want to be back inside my little bird’s pussy.

I glance over my shoulder and catch who it is, a young errand boy, not much older than I was when I came to work for Dom Hernandez. “What is it?”

“There are men here to see you. A lot of men.”

They’re early. This would usually please me, but considering what it interrupted, I had hoped to take my woman back to her room and finish making love her to properly. Unfortunately, that has to wait while I tend to another important matter.

“Have them wait in the private room on the main floor. I will be in momentarily.”

“But—” he stops when I lift my eyebrows. “Yes, sir.” Smartly, he hurries off.

I can’t stop myself from rubbing up against Valentina’s heat. It penetrates into my exposed cock even through the material of her dress. As much as I want to lift her dress and thrust back into her tight pussy, I have work to do. Once I tuck my hard flesh into my pants and right my clothes, I take my woman’s hand and walk her back to the house.

* * *

“Gentlemen,” I greet the men and offer them refreshments, which they all decline as I knew they would. “Thank you for coming so quickly.”

We all take a seat at the round table, a tactic Dom Hernandez taught me. At a round table, no one feels more important than another, so there’s no battle to sit at the head. Everyone is equal. I glance around the table and draw in a deep breath. To have my employer bestow me with an honor as great as this, to lead this team to victory, makes me that much closer to family.

“You have the results?”

One of the men nods and hands me the folded paper. I open in and review it, nodding as my chest tightens. Although I suspected this, now that I’m faced with the truth, I struggle to process it. Once I fold the paper back up, I hand it to the man.

“Señor Hernandez gave me very clear instructions on what to do should this day ever come.” I pull in another deep breath and meet every set of eyes watching me, studying me. “Louisa Rosa Valentina Hernandez is unequivocally Dom Hernandez’s granddaughter.”

“What are your instructions?” the younger man to my left asks.

“Fuck that,” the man to my right barks. “What are our instructions? We came here to earn a payout.”

“Forgive my nephew,” the first says. “He’s forgotten his place.” He glares at his nephew. “We are guests here, Juan. You will not speak to this man with such disrespect.”

The eager young man backs down, disappointed. “Yes, Uncle Luis.”

Luis continues, addressing me. “When he agreed to join the family business, he had no idea how many battles we lawyers fight—and win—from behind a desk.”

“Understood.” I turn my attention to the young and eager Juan. “That said, if there are any punches to be thrown, I want you next to me. Agreed?”

He grins wide. “Si, señor. Absolutely.”

I return my focus to Luis. “Let us proceed. We have no time to waste.”

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