Page 52 of Cartel Viper
I thought I loved Drew. I thought I would make a life with him. I thought I’d found my happily ever after. It was all a fucking nightmare. I want to close my heart off to any and everyone. Protect it from that pain.
As I watch Javi, I’m willing to risk it all over again. I think this time—this time I got it right. But I won’t jump the gun. I can’t be sure he feels the same way, but his expression makes me think he does.
The hand on my shoulder slips into my hair and cups my skull. He presses lightly, and I gladly lean in for a kiss. The rest of the world no longer exists. It’s just Javi, me, and the erotic feel of the water around us. Only our mouths move as the kiss draws on. Our arms are around each other, our lips are melded together, and he’s inside me. There’s no getting closer than we are now. We are truly one.
When my body will no longer be ignored, I rise and fall on his cock. I’ve had plenty of sex in my life, but nothing like this. I exaggerate not. This is a spiritual awakening. The way his hands move over my skin. The way he kisses me. The way he holds me. I’ve never felt so desired. So precious. So grateful for someone who cares for me the way I care for him. Nothing about how we are now makes me think he’s just trying to get himself off or that he’ll make me come so that he can too.
I want to pleasure him the way he does me. I want him to feel as cherished as I do. I pour that into my kiss and every caress as we move together. My pussy feels full. A sensation I’ve been needy for but haven’t had fulfilled—near pun intended—until now. I rise and fall on his cock, loving every groan I elicit. It’s a fucking symphony to my ears as my own moans blend with his into a sexual melody.
“Chica.”
“Yes,Papí.”
“Fuck.”
He really must enjoy hearing that because he grasps my hips and grinds my clit against his pubic bone. He moves me faster than I was on my own. He’s demanding. Unrelenting.
“Come, Maddy.”
“I’m close. Don’t stop.”
“My dick would kill me if I did. I’m close too.”
I grip his shoulders as I hold on for dear life. I mix rising and falling with grinding.
“May I come?”
“¡Sí!”
He roars his response in Spanish, and it’s sexy as fuck. It pushes me over the edge, and I don’t hold back. I let myself enjoy every moment of my orgasm. It rips through me, starting low in my belly and spreading throughout. I want to scrunch my eyes closed, but I don’t want to miss a moment of watching him as he makes me come. He’s so fucking intense as he works to get me off again. He truly makes it seem like his pleasure comes from my pleasure. That knowing he got me off excites him. Makes him enjoy this even more.
“You are so fucking hot all the damn time, Maddy. But when you come—it’s a fucking work of art.”
“I want to do the same for you, Javi. Tell me what to do. How do I make you come?”
“Keep moving, little one. I’m fighting not to finish before you get off a second time.”
“My heart might explode if that happens again so soon. I don’t know that I can take it. But what a way to go.”
We fall silent again, except for our grunts and moans. I lean in and nip at his earlobe, sucking it before licking the shell of his ear. He pinches my nipple, and I arch my back. He squeezes my tit, and I want nothing more than for him to suck on it. I lean back, lifting both breasts to him, my offer obvious. He covers my hands with his as I continue to move with him. He lowers his head, his tongue circling my nipple before he sucks on it. His teeth graze the sensitive skin before using his tongue to toy with it.
My head falls back as I focus on each sensation. Not able to see him anymore anyway, I close my eyes. I focus on how my body reacts to his. His fingers dig into my ass as he grips my hips once again. His lips kiss up the length of my neck. It’s all so fucking erotic. My head falls forward to his shoulder as I hold on.
“I’m close again.”
“Come in five…Four…Three…Two…One.”
My body listens to his commands.
“Yes, Daddy!”
I scream, uncaring if anyone hears me. Let them all know he fucks like a God. I doubt it would surprise any of his men. Let them think whatever they like about me. I couldn’t give a shit. I just know that I’ve finally been with a guy I’ve wanted since I was fourteen. I’ve spent more than half my life attracted to him.
“Maddy!”
His teeth sink into the flesh just above my collarbone. His lips soon wrap around it. He sucks but not long enough or hard enough to leave a mark. It’s more like a drawn-out kiss. Then he’s leaning back against the tub, and my chest is pressed to his.I rest my head on his shoulder, and this is utter perfection. He laps water over my back to ensure I don’t get too cold.
“Chica?”
