I tense as my orgasm starts. My ass squeezes around Pablo’s cock, making him groan.
“Joder, Flora. Sácame toda la leche. Llénate el culo. Eres mía. Toda mía para follar como quiera. Dormirás con mi leche dentro de ti, chiquita.” Fuck, Flora. Squeeze the cum from me. Fill your ass with it. You’re mine. All fucking mine to fuck how I want. You’re going to sleep with my cum inside you, little girl.
I guess Pablo can’t think in English anymore either. The way his voice is so gravelly and sexy does me in. I’ve listened to men speak Spanish my entire life, and I get why people all around the world think it’s hot. But it’s Pablo’s deep voice along with the Spanish that fucking detonates me.
“¡Papí!”
I can’t help but scream as I come. I ride his dick, bouncing on it as he keeps the wand on my clit. I tremble with how hard I’m coming. He tosses the vibrator aside and forces me to stop moving as he comes in my ass. He spanks it twice, the swing and the pressure driving him as deep as he can go. When he’s done coming, his arms wrap around me. He presses my head to his shoulder, and I gasp for air. I rest a hand over his heart, and I feel how it pounds beneath my palm.
That was so fucking intense.
He leans to get the plug from where I left it when I kneeled down. I cling to him even though I know he’ll never drop me. He turns his head to snag a kiss before he stands. He takes his time, so I can slip out of the slings. I’m holding onto him like a koala on a bamboo tree. He carries me to the bed. He watches me for a moment before kissing me. I’m happy to let him lead because I’m spent.
“Cariño, you mean everything to me.” Sweetheart.
“Príncipe Azul,you say all the right things. You mean the world to me.” Prince Charming.
I rub my nose against his. With a quick kiss, he turns toward the bed. He eases me onto my hands and knees and plugs my ass. He slips into the bathroom to clean up, then we’re curled into bed together.
Fuck. If I don’t love him, then I don’t know what love is.
It’s been three weeks since I met the entire family at the restaurant. I’ve been poring over listings online. Pablo knows what I’ve been up to; however, we don’t talk about it. I sense how much it bothers him I’m still considering moving out, but it feels like the right thing to do. It hasn’t changed our commitment for a future together. That said, I want to make sure I can stand on my own feet and not be entirely reliant on him or his family. It has nothing to do with the Diaz name, but that I have the wherewithal to survive New York on my own if one day I’ll be thejefe’swife.
I want no one to believe Pablo chose a weak woman who must hide behind him. I also need to fill my days, so I’ve been looking for jobs too. I know he takes no issue with that. It’s purely my moving out.
I didn’t fully believe Pablo when he said Luciana and Catalina would help me look at apartments. I thought he was just being generous with the offer, but that neither woman would have time nor the inclination to go anywhere with just me. It turns out they haven’t had free time since the family dinner. It’s why I haven’t been to see any yet.
“Buenos dias, señoras.”
“You really don’t have to call us that. Please, I’m Ana, and she’s Cat.”
Luciana gives me a hug that doesn’t feel perfunctory at all. Catalina’s is just as warm as her sister’s. It feels like the hugs I get from my owntíasback home in Colombia.
I remind myself that’s not home anymore. I need to revert to thinking about the States the way I once did. That Colombia is where I’m from, but the States is home now.
“I have six properties we can look at today.”
Catalina hands me her tablet, and I check out the first one. I’ve spoken to them both since dinner. I told them I see no way for me to afford Manhattan. They completely understood.
When I said the Bronx would probably be the most cost efficient for me, their responding texts came in half a second apart. They were adamant Pablo would never agree to my living there. When I asked him why, he explained that not every part of the Bronx was rough. However, even though there were some nice neighborhoods, I don’t know my way around well enough to not get lost somewhere unsafe. I argued I’d learn my way around easily enough. That I survived going to school at Rutgers, which is in New Brunswick—not the best city in New Jersey—and I’d lived in Newark—an even worse city—when I worked there.
He pointed out that while I was in undergrad, I lived in a dorm for the first two years. After that, I had two roommates. He didn’t love discovering they were both guys, and one of them was my boyfriend.
We were out to dinner a couple nights ago and ran into a couple. Pasha, apparently, is the bratva’s syndicate accountant, and his wife, Sumiko, handles their legal books. Turns out she and Pablo dated for a few months. He tried to talk Sumiko out of a relationship with Pasha. He admitted it was never because he wanted her for himself. He never let her see sides of himhe’s shown me, but he genuinely worried for her safety. And he wished to piss Pasha off.
It was uncomfortable coming face to face with the beautiful Japanese Brazilian woman. She has curves for days. It made me wonder if, even with my hourglass figure, Pablo preferred women with more generous proportions. He sensed my moment of insecurity, and we talked about it like grown-ass adults. He didn’t make me feel crazy or petty or anything like that for my emotions. It was refreshing to share my thoughts with him without hesitation.
He made sure I understood that night just how much he enjoys my body. He even anticipated a thought that flashed through my head. No, he wasn’t picturing her.
I’m lost in thought as I scroll through listings on the tablet, not fully paying attention to what I’m seeing. I almost jump when Catalina speaks.
“We can start with this place in Brooklyn. It’s a gentrified neighborhood, but it’s still affordable. Then we can go to the two others in Brooklyn, the one on Long Island, the one on Staten Island, and finish with the one in Queens.”
“I feel bad making you go all over New York.”
“It’s all right. We don’t mind since we do this all the time anyway.”
“Thank you.”
