Page 11 of Summer Lovin'

I gasp, my eyes fluttering shut as I give myself over to pleasure. “And I love you, Romero.”

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ROMERO

For five years we haven’t shared a word, and now I’m between her legs tasting her again, like it’s the first time. I get the impression she hasn’t been with anyone other than me based upon the very little freedom she’s enjoyed, although I wouldn’t care if she’d been with a dozen guys between then and now. She’s mine.

I’ve had a few girlfriends over the years. None were serious or long-term, but they taught me things that I hope Jules will like. Deep down, I knew no one would replace Jules in my heart.

“Relax your legs for me, baby.” I push her thighs farther apart, thrusting my tongue inside her sweet pussy before lapping at her clit.

Jules moans, shoving her fingers into my hair and scraping her fingernails against my scalp, but my hair is too short for her to fist or pull. However, if that’s what she wants to do, I’ll do my best to grow it as long as regulation allows.

“Oh, yes.”

She’s as sweet as I remember, her legs trembling as a precursor to her impending orgasm, and I’m thrilled I can still get her there. Before she releases, I slide my middle finger deep in and out of her—her cunt slick, juicy, and ready for more. I want her like I’ve never wanted anything, but if it has really been five years for her, I don’t want to rush her.

“So sweet, so perfect, just like I remember.” I murmur as she crests over the edge, her pussy clamping down and pulsing around my finger.

Jules slaps her hand over her mouth, muffling her cries. I have a new goal. Get our own place with four solid walls so my sweet girl can moan, cry, and scream her pleasure when I give it to her.

I press kisses to her thighs and stomach before crawling up her body to lavish attention on her perfect pink nipples. Jules wraps her legs around my waist and undulates her body underneath me, begging me for more with her sensual dance.

“I don’t have any condoms, Jules.” I admit, even though as my wife, I don’t want to use protection with her ever again, but it’s only right I tell her the truth and let her make the right choice for her. She’s had every freedom taken away from her for so long. I won’t be like her father. I won’t make decisions for her.

She shakes her head. “I don’t care. I mean, I’m not looking to become a mother today, and I’m not on birth control, but I also don’t want to stop.”

“Do you want to be on birth control?”

“Yes. My father thought I was a virgin, and so he wouldn’t let the doctors prescribe me protection, and since I wasn’t having sex, I didn’t push it. But now that we will be having lots of sex, we should protect ourselves until we’re ready to have children.”

I smile. “I love the idea of you round with my baby, but I can wait until you are ready. I think a couple of years of having you all to myself first sounds too good.”

“Starting now?” She tilts her hips up, letting me know she’s ready.

“Now.” I kiss her hard and line my cock up with her opening, probing and testing her inch by inch. She’s so fucking tight, I know the only man to touch her is me. The primal Neanderthal part of me roars to life, knowing she is completely mine. If I could erase the last five years and remove all doubt on our last night together, I would, making sure she was the only woman I’d ever known, too.

Since I can’t erase my past, I’ll do everything within my power to give her what she needs and almost everything she wants. I can’t give her a loving father, but I will fill the hole his absence leaves behind, and as Mercado Senior said, she’s now family.

“Oh, Jules, you feel so good.” I groan in her ear while nuzzling her neck, sliding in and out of her in a slow, unhurried pace. Every stroke shoots a tingle up my spine, my balls vibrating with pent up need.

“Go slow, Romero. Please.” She damn near purrs, and it’s an enticing sound.

“You tell me exactly what you want, sweet girl.”

“I’m not exactly sure. I just know this feels amazing and I don’t want it to end.”

“I’ll make it last as long as possible.”

Jules arches her back and digs her nails into my neck. “I’m close.”

I pull her leg up, my cock rubbing against her g-spot, which makes her gush with her arousal. Growling, I thrust a little harder, and a little faster, until she pants and chants my name.

“Yes, Romero. Yes.”

“That’s my girl. I can’t wait to feel you come on my cock.”

She cries out her release, her pulsating pussy bringing on my own release. I pull out quickly, and come on her stomach, a necessary step until we can either buy some condoms or get her on birth control.

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