“You’re gonna count for me, princess, do you understand?”
“Yes,” she moans.
I keep my pace as I fuck into her, loving how wet she is and how well she takes me. I draw my hand back before bringing it down sharply on her ass, leaving a red print on her otherwise perfect skin.
“One,” she cries.
“Good girl,” I say, before drawing my hand back again, and spanking her on the same side.
“Two.”
“So good for me,” I murmur, before moving to the other side and spanking her other cheek with more force, loving the way her ass ripples under my hand.
“Three.”
“Mmm… taking your punishment so well.”
I moan, the sight of my marks on her ass igniting this primal thing inside me; I love marking her, so I do it again, even harder this time.
“Four,” she moans.
Her pussy pulses around me… Fuck, she’s about to come from this.
“Can you take one more for me, princess?”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
I raise my hand again and smack her even harder this time, but instead of moving my hand away, I grab her ass.
“Five,” she cries, as she comes undone around my cock, trembling around me, gripping the bed sheet with her hands.
Another thrust and I’m spilling my load into her too, pulling her hips back into me. I pull out after I’ve finished, taking a moment to watch my cum leak out of her, before pushing it back in with my fingers. She whimpers as I do, so I gently stroke and kiss her ass; murmuring what a good girl she is, telling her she’s perfect, telling her I love her so fucking much.
Chapter 21
Elizabeth
WearriveatMiguel’splace in the early evening and I’m excited to see Donovan, I can’t wait to hear more about his time at college; and more importantly, about the hot guy he’s been hooking up with. He’s been evasive in messages, so I’m hoping he just wants to tell me face-to-face. I’m also ready to tell him about Angel; after the last couple of days, I can’t imagine hiding our relationship any longer. Now that we’ve said we love each other, I don’t want it to be a secret anymore.
It’s Sofía who answers the door, clearly expecting us.
“Hola, mija,” she says, pulling me into a hug and kissing me on the cheek.
“Hola, Sofía.”
I lean into the hug; there’s something about her energy that makes me feel comfortable, I hope Donovan and Angel know how lucky they are to have her.
“Ángel,” she says, her eyes welling up as she looks at him, before pulling him into a hug that seems to last forever.
Once in the kitchen, I notice the table is laid for dinner but there are only four settings.
“Where’s Donovan?” I ask, accepting a beer from Miguel.
“He’s arriving tomorrow,” Sofía says, “he said something about needing to attend a football game this evening.”
“Wow,” I say, “he must really be getting into the college spirit, he hates football.”
“That’s what I thought too,” Sofía chuckles, “but I think his roommate is on the team and they’ve grown close, so he wants to support his friend.”
