Page 9 of What She Wants

The bonus with the chase is, no one will ever measure up to me. I know her body better than she or anyone else ever will.

I know she’s not there the second I step into my home. I pull out my phone to see when she actually left and that elicits a chuckle out of me.

It wasn’t ashes amusingtype of chuckle, it was anaudacitytype. The type that makes me wonder if Esme wants a show. Something that lets her know I meant what the fuck I said. Maybe she was used to have these little boys play games with her on the island but I meant what I said when she kissed me at that damn art gallery.

We’re getting married.

But first… I’m going to let her think she can play around and not find out. She’ll see me though, we both know it but since I like to hunt, I’ll give her the chance to feel relaxed.

So relaxed that when I pounce, she’ll cum on the spot.

Esme LeClaire has no idea what the hell is about to happen and this puts a smile on my face as I get myself ready for bed.

I sit down at my desk after getting ready for bed. Earlier, th3 curious nature in me wanted to eagerly watch as Esme escaped my bed but the patient doctor in me was able to overcome that.

There’s something about Esme LeClaire that makes me want to chase her little ass down and lock her away for both my amusement and her pleasure. She knows what I can give her and after tasting her for that little while, I want more of her.I crave her so suddenly.Damn.

When I first slipped inside of her, I forgot the world existed. I didn’t think of anything else, I just fucked her. I teased her, made her scream, moan and gingerly call out my name yet she didn't realize that, that was nothing.

Hell, it wasn't the main course. I said I wanted to show her what I really know about her body. How much better I was at taking care of it than she was but work got in the way.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy that I was able to bring life into the world, watching as life took gulps of breaths to be welcomed but I wanted to take away Esme’s breath. Make her feel like she needed to be grateful to me for showing her what her body was missing.

I wanted to show her what it was like to be fucked all night and subdued while I whispered sweet nothings in Spanish in her ear. She deserved that especially after she claimed me to be hers in front of people in the gallery.

I don’t care if she was putting on a show, she wanted a man and now, she had one.

A smile spreads on my face as the footage pops up of her sitting up while her naked tits bounce up all perky waiting for me to salivate over them and make them feel appreciated.

Esme stretches.

“Fuck.” I instantly go hard. “She’s lucky, I’m playing the fucking long game.”

She slips back into my sheets and moans like the fucking dirty little slut that she was for me. After laying there for a moment, she gets out of my bed letting the sheets glide down her body as if this was a striptease made just for me.

“Like my own personal pornstar.”

With the grace and elegance that I know she was raised with, she slips each clothing item back on. She tiptoes out of my room as if someone will hear her but she quickly runs back in grabbing the t-shirt I discarded earlier. She slips it on and as she walks out, there’s a bright smile on her face.

“That’s my girl.”

I chuckle as I turn off the monitor and head to bed with her on my mind.

Esme LeClaire, nah, scratch that, Esme Delgado because she will take my name, has no idea what I have ready for her but I’m glad she doesn’t because it’ll be that much more fun to show her what it means to have a Latin Lover.

Her running days are coming to an end but for now, she can enjoy working out those sexy toned legs of hers because at the end of it all, they’ll be wrapped around my waist while I dive deep into her pussy hitting spots she never knew existed inside of her as she repeatedly calls my name.

Chapter6

Esme

I like to think…no,I know I am a gangsta but Marín completely has me shook. There is literally no other way to describe his seductive yet aggressive energy. I knew I was screwed the moment he kissed me but chose to lie to myself. As much as I want to say it was my decision to have sex - like it’s been one-hundred percent of the time prior to him- I just can’t say it with full certainty.

It’s not one of those situations where I need to wonder if I was violated; he was very clear about his expectations. I’m just saying he seems otherworldly. Maybe just maybe he knows magic because I felt compelled to go to his house as if I was watching it all out of body.

"Mmm. Very good. Cum for me just like that, muñeca."

Just the memory of his words make me tingle. I sink deep into my chair, pull my knees to my chest and cover them with his oversized shirt then drop my face on them. The shirt still smells like him and I sniff it like a stalker. I never keep mementos from hookups but I couldn't help myself. It's the only way to get more of him without sticking around. He told me to wait for him then followed that order with a bunch of dirty promises delivered in Spanglish.

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