It’s so fucking good.
Nothing has been better than this.
No one has been better than her.
I never thought that I would feel like this. With every thrust, I feel my body becoming more and more addicted to her. This is our first time, but it won’t be our last. “You’re so fucking tight, puñeta. This pussy is fucking mine. You understand what that means right?”
She nods, wetting her lips.
“No one else. This pussy,” thrust, “is,” thrust, “fucking,” thrust, “mine.” I growl as I keep thrusting into her tight cunt, putting a little bit more pressure on her neck, but not too much that she can’t breathe.
Her cries are soft as she gets close to her orgasm. “Right… there.” Then, with her eyes set on me, she whispers. “Fill me with your cum, now.”
Those words push me over the edge. It only takes a few more thrust before she cries out my name, shattering beneath me and convulsing around my cock. It takes me three more thrust as my limbs go numb and my cock swells right before I spill into her.
“Coje bicho, puñeta.”Take this cock, fuck.I cry out as I dump into her. “Fuck.” I breath heavily and loosen my hold on her neck as I lean my head forward, pressing our foreheads together.
She caresses my beard and looks straight into my eyes before she lifts up from the bed and kisses me softly. I kiss her back and loose myself in this kiss, trying to let her know how I’m feeling with this kiss.
This kiss is different. It's full of emotion and even though I know this is not going to be our last kiss, I’m scared of losing this. Of losing her. I hope Noah can understand how I’m feeling and forgive me because I did what I said that I was not going to do. I’m falling irrevocably in love with his little sister and I’m definitely not stopping anytime soon.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Eva
His green eyes are the first thing I see when I finally blink back to earth. My chest rises and falls fast, my body still trembling, my brain trying to catch up with everything that just happened. I don’t know what to say, I don’t even knowhowto say anything. Esteban just gave me the best orgasm of my life, and now he’s staring at me like I hung the stars.
How can this man be so amazing?
He made me feel sexy, wanted, beautiful. Like I was the only woman he’d ever touched. And hismouth… God, his mouth is going to be my undoing. He said things to me in Spanish, low, filthy, addictive things, that made me melt in his hands.
I tilt my head on the pillow to look at him. “What doespuñetamean?”
Brushing a knuckle down my cheek, he grins. “It has a lot of meanings, but when I said it… I meant ‘fuck.’ Sorry,mi amor, I got carried away. You’re just…” His voice trails off as heshakes his head, like he can’t find the words. “You made me lose control.”
I laugh softly, feeling that lazy afterglow still buzzing through me. “Don’t apologize. I loved it. I lovedeverything. The way you talked to me. The way you held my neck…”
His eyes flick down to my throat instantly. “Did I hurt you?” he asks, already leaning in to look closer.
I shake my head. “I’m fine. Better than fine.”
He presses gentle kisses along my neck, making me shiver. “Good. Because I’ve never wanted someone the way I want you,” he murmurs against my skin.
I close my eyes for a beat, trying to hold on to this feeling.
Pulling back, he stands from the bed and I watch him walk toward the bathroom, every muscle in his back flexing with each step.
A moment later, he returns and reaches out for me. “Come on,” he says with a smile, his fingers curling around mine. “Let’s take a quick shower so we can go to bed.”
And just like that, I’m up, letting him lead me, still wrapped in the high of what we just shared.
Once in the bathroom, Esteban turns on the water and waits for it to get warm. He then walks me to the shower, and I enter.
The hot water feels like magic as it cascades down my body, soothing the ache in my muscles and amplifying the sweet buzz still pulsing through my veins. I twist my hair into a messy bun and tilt my face toward the stream, letting it wash away everything except the memory of his hands on me.
I don’t have to wait long. Esteban steps in behind me, his presence a warm, solid weight I already crave more than I want to admit. He presses a kiss to my shoulder beforereaching for the shower gel, and when he starts lathering it on my skin, I swear I forget how to breathe.
His hands move slowly, deliberately, from my neck to my collarbones, over the curve of my breasts, down my waist, hips, and thighs. He’s not just cleaning me, he’smemorizingme. Worshipping me like I’m something sacred. It’s gentle and reverent, but there’s tension in every stroke of his palms. Like he’s holding back.
