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Faster and harder I fist until I feel like I might burst. I rip my hand free and this time her cries are laced with pain. I work the plug from her ass and without hesitation, replace it with my dick.
I can’t contain myself. My fingertips bite into her hips as I slam into her. Her wails turn to moans, and she sounds suspended somewhere between heaven and hell. Both of which I want to take her.
Grunting, I go harder and harder until my cock throbs, needing release. I pull out and jerk it a few timesbefore ripping off the condom and pouring hot ropes of cum all over her back. My head falls back as I spill over her splotchy skin until the last drop lands.
My chest rises and falls with labored breaths and I scoop up the sticky cum with my fingers. Leaning over I bring it to her mouth.
“Open. You’re going to need your strength so drink up, sweetheart.” I shove my fingers in her mouth and she sucks them dry.
I jump up from the bed and move over to the small fridge that is inset into the wall. I stick my hand into the cold and produce two bottles of water. Drinking one down in a few gulps, I toss the bottle into a corner. Cracking the lid on the other, I bring it to my mouth and fill it with the cold liquid. Florencia sees me and through a flushed face and sweat she smiles, opening her mouth. I stand above her and let the water flow from my mouth into hers.
This woman is almost perfect. She bends to my every desire, begs me for more, and craves the pain I gift her with. The only problem is…
She isn’t the one I want.
13
VALENTINA
Pain in my ass: Good morning, mi reina. It’s been five days of dating bliss, and you have ignored every one of my requests to go to dinner. Pre-season starts on Sunday, and we have afternoon practice tomorrow. I think we need to be seen for a pre-preseason toast. What do you say? I’ll pick you up at seven?
Me: I will be at the game on Sunday. There will be plenty of cameras and loads of people to see us. That’s more than sufficient.
Pain in my ass: Nuh uh, mi corazón. I don’t think Monty would think that’s sufficient. Maybe I need to give him a call.
Me: You really know how to get under a person’s skin.
Pain in myass:
Me: Fine! Quit calling me anything but Val and I’ll go to dinner with you. No touching, no doing things couples do. Just a meal shared between two people for pics and then home.
Pain in my ass: Sounds good to me. But whose home? Mine or yours? We should probably be seen at mine this time around.
Me: Me to mine, and you to yours. Take it or leave it.
Pain in my ass: Take it. See you at six, mi tesoro. Sorry. Last one.
Me: You said seven!
Pain in my ass: Changed my mind. Wear something sexy.
Me: I’ll wear a potato sack.
Iblow out my breath, dropping the coral lipstick in my purse and wondering why I’m putting so much effort into my appearance. This sham date is just that, so there’s no need to try and impress Nico. But I’m reminded that the whole purpose of going out is to be seen as a couple.
My hallway mirror reflects my extreme annoyance with this entire situation and I say, “I know, girl. Let’s just do this and get it over with.”
I spin on my nude colored heel to wait for Nico downstairs when my door buzzer sounds. It catches me off-guard and I wobble slightly because I’m not expecting anyone. Lucy would’ve called or just poundedon the door, guests not on the list are announced, and packages are usually left in the mailroom downstairs for pickup.
I look through the peephole and find a smoldering Nico, dressed to incite weak knees among women.
“How the fuck did he get up here?”
“I’m on your list now,” he replies, obviously having spoken too loud.
I click the deadbolt and slide the magnetic lock over before depressing the handle and pulling the door open.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him, my eyes roaming up and down his body with a silent thank you to God for creating such a wondrous creature.
