We’re possessive. It’s not just about her orgasm and the dirty talk about my coming inside her. I know she wants to be the only one who gets it, that my cum belongs to her. I love that side of her. I believe neither of us fears the possessiveness will stifle either of us. Just the opposite. I feel loved when she says things like that. I believe she knows my possessiveness comes from my desire for her and for her safety.
I groan against the crook of her neck as I shoot my load deep inside her. I growl as my dick twitches in her pussy. Her heels dig into my lower back, and her thighs squeeze my lower ribs as hard as I think she can. Our kiss is sloppy as we devour one another. We’re both drenched in sweat, so I carry her to the bathroom. I reach for the nozzles and turn the shower on.
“Good idea, Daddy. I think we both need to freshen up before we go to bed.”
I lower her to her feet once the water is the right temperature, and I’ve stepped into the shower. There’re shampoos and body wash along with a bar of soap inside the shower. I pour shampoo into my hand and rub it along her tresses. I don’t know that I’ve ever used that word to describe someone’s hair, but as it hangs down her back, it seems like the right one. I lather it as I massage her scalp.
She reaches past me to the shelf and grabs body wash. With just her hands, she trails it over my arms and shoulders before skimming along my chest and underarms, over my ribs and waist, then my taut belly. When she gets to my cock, she reaches between my legs and cleans myhuevos, then she strokes me. I harden again. It only takes a moment for me to be at full attention.
She’s quick to wash me off as I continue to massage her scalp. She drops to her knees, pouring a little more body wash into her palm. As she takes me into her mouth, she glides her hands onthe outside of my legs, then works her way up the inside, her thumbs pressing into my muscles as her nails trail up my thighs.
It’s incredibly erotic watching her and feeling how she now teases me. She angles herself to take me as deeply into her mouth as she can. It’s bliss all over again. I tilt my head back, letting the water run over my hair and face as I groan.
“If you keep doing that,chiquita, I’ll come down your throat.”
She hums her agreement. Her hands grip my ass as she presses me to slide deeper into her mouth. I move slowly, not wanting her to gag as the tip of my cock brushes the back of her mouth. She swallows, trying to take me down her throat, but it’s too much at this angle, and she can’t do it. It doesn’t stop me from coming hard. I let go of her hair and press my palms against the shower wall to brace myself.
“Fucking hell,chiquita. Goddamn.”
When I finish, she releases my cock with a popping sound. I guide her back onto her feet and help her rinse the suds from her hair. When the water runs clear, she reaches for the shampoo, and I’m happy to return the favor as she massages my scalp while I’m kneeling. I lick along her cunt before focusing on her clit. I work it over and over again.
It’s my turn to grasp her ass, helping her to balance. With my head leaning forward, the water rinses my hair clean. I don’t want her to get cold, so I guide her to take a couple steps forward, so the majority of the water runs over her. Her soft mewls keep my body heated. I slide three fingers inside her and work her inner pussy wall. My other hand presses against her belly, and I can feel my fingers working her.
Once more, it’s a blend of German and English. “Bitte, may I come?” Please.
I nod my head rather than answer with words. Her fingernails graze my scalp, then cling to my shoulders.
“Holy hell, Jorge. Each one gets better and better.”
Her amazement is clear in her tone. I rise as I pull her close to me. We share a languid kiss as our hands run over each other. As I turn off the water, she reaches for towels. We dry off and head back into the bedroom. She opens her case, as I walk back to mine. We both pull out pajamas, but neither of us puts them on. Instead, we lay them at the foot of the bed. I pull the covers back, and she crawls onto the bed. I gesture for her to move over.
“Chiquita, I’ll always sleep closer to the door.”
She glances over at it and nods. “But that makes you the first target, Daddy.”
Exactly.
“It also means I can get to the door faster without having to climb over you or go around the bed.”
Once she’s settled, I turn back to my clothes and retrieve my gun. I check it one last time before placing it on the bedside table. She curls up alongside me when I’m in bed. We’re soon asleep, but it’s only an hour later before my eyes pop open.
I lay beside Liesel for a moment as I try to figure out what woke me. There’s soft knocking coming from the front door. Our bedroom looks out over the front yard. I ease my arm out from underneath her neck, then climb out of bed. I rush to pull on my pajama pants tucking my gun beneath the tight elastic waist. I’m pulling my t-shirt over my head as I walk to the door.
Joaquin, Alejandro, and Hisham meet me in the hallway. It surprises me to see Friedrich as well. I understand why my relatives and Hisham are such light sleepers, but I didn’t expect Friedrich to be as well. He just nods as the five of us head downstairs.
Four of us have our guns drawn. Hisham goes to the door, his gun lifted and ready to fire if he needs to. He looks outside before his head tilts to look down. He lifts a box that’s similar to the previous ones we’ve received.
“How did this get to you if you have guards along your street?” Alejandro’s wondering the same thing I am, and I’m sure the others are too.
“That’s a good question I don’t have an answer to right now.”
We move into the dining room which is in the opposite direction from the stairs leading up to the bedrooms. He puts the box on the table and looks over at me. Even though it was delivered to his house, he defers to me. I flip open the lid as all of us peer inside. There’s a tongue sitting there with a note next to it. I withdraw the paper and unfold it.
Speak no evil.
That’s all that’s written on there.
“That’s human.”
