For the first time, that word has its true double meaning. She’s a sexy as fuck woman, and she’s a mother. I’m certain I’ll call her that as much as I dochiquitaandchica.
“Ti amo. I love how that sounds, Jandro.” I love you.
I speak fluent Italian now, so we often switch interchangeably among Spanish, Italian, and English. Half the time we don’t even notice.
“Come for me in five—four—three—two—one. Now.”
My command triggers her orgasm. She loves it when I count down, my voice enough to control her body. We’re not in a D/s relationship, but we love the power exchange during sex. I pullout and ease myself into her ass just like I said I would. The vise-like grip forces my release before I’m all the way inside.
“Fuck, Daddy. So big.”
“So fucking tight,mamacita.”
She giggles, and I groan, nearly in pain from how her body swallows mine. We lie together, enjoying the peace after the frenzy.
“I love how loved and safe you make me feel, Daddy. You always have.”
“I’ll protect and love you until my last breath,chiquita.”
It’s just who I am. I’ve spent my life protecting the Cartel. Now I protect my wife and the family we created together.
