“I’ll harm you, Flora. I won’t do that. I won’t lose control.”
“Even if you told yourself to let go completely, Pablo, your subconscious wouldneverlet you harm me. I know that in the deepest part of my soul. More, Daddy.”
He slams into me so hard it hurts. Even with the way he stretched me, it’s still tight when he’s balls deep inside me. It feels like his dick’s going to find its way into my stomach with the way he’s jackhammering my pussy. I’m going to be so fucking sore tomorrow.
I can’t wait.
I definitely never had a breeding kink before Pablo. I would’ve run naked from the building if any other man told me he wanted to impregnate me. We’ve agreed we want to be married before any child is born, but I wouldn’t mind sharing a pregnancy secret with him during a wedding. I worry though—because of my own baggage, and I know it—a child will one day figure out they were conceived before we got married. I never want a child to believe we only married because I was pregnant.
That worry isn’t enough to make me go back on the pill or ask Pablo to wear a condom or pull out. We’ll see what happens.
Fuck. What’s about to happen is a fucking orgasm.
“Papí, necesito correrme.” I need to come.
“Hazlo ahora.” Do it now.
In moments like this—when everything is so extreme—English escapes me. I can barely put two words together in Spanish let alone in my second language.
“¡Ay, Papí! ¡Ay!”
I’m certain the men in the hallway—hell the ones all the way in the lobby—probably hear me come. I’ll be hoarse in the morning since my throat burns now. My lungs even hurt from how I just screamed. I didn’t mean to, butHoleee. Fuck.
If our sex life remains even a fraction of what it is now, the novelty will never wear off. It’s insane how good sex is with Pablo. We’ve talked about joining a club together where he’s never been. There are a few, but he wants to make sure none of the other syndicate couples are active members there. He wantsto save me the embarrassment, and he acknowledges the other men would like to avoid that for their wives’ sake.
“Chiquita,me voy a correr.”Little girl, I’m going to come.
“Quiero hacerte correrte.” I want to make you come.
He thrusts and growls until he bottoms out, and I watch his abs tense. Sweat slides along his temples, and it tempts me to lick him. I’ve never done that before. Someone else’s sweat is usually gross to me. But not on Pablo. I’d lickallof him. Not a sentiment I’ve had before.
“Chica?”
“Sí, Papí.”
“¿Estás bien?” You okay?
“Yes. I just need to catch my breath.”
I’m coming back down to Earth, so I switch to English. I can gather my thoughts enough now. Barely. But I can.
He eases the vibrator out of my ass then reaches up to unfasten the spreader I’d practically forgotten about, but now I’m glad he’s releasing me. My legs are stiff, so he helps me bend and straighten. He removes the vaginal spreader too. We roll, and I drape myself over him. He massages my hips and ass, and I could fall asleep. I thought it was only men who passed out after sex.
“Pablo, thank you. This was perfect.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Let’s take a bath and get all the wax off you.”
I’d forgotten about that, but as I shift away from him, some cracks and pinches my skin. We head into the bathroom, which has an enormous soaking tub. If I didn’t know Pablo never brought women here because it was and is his sanctuary from the world, I’d wonder if he had it installed to share. He’s also a large man who wouldn’t fit in a regular oblong tub. His shoulders are far too broad, and his knees would be up to his nose because he’s so tall.
He tests the water and adds the bubble bath I like. By the time we’re in it, it’s practically overflowing. I scoop a handful of bubbles and stick it on his hair. He blows some at me. We laugh, and it’s so nice to share something so sweet after something so—dirty.
“What’s making your lips twitch,chica?”
“I was just thinking about how nice it is to sit here in a bubble bath and be lighthearted after the workout we just had.”
“Workout, huh?”
“Vigorous workout at that,Papí.”
