Obeying as much as possible, she nibbled on his pubes.The heavy rod burned her tongue, the thickness and salty-sweet taste addicting.Her sex clenched, the sore bud between her thighs craving friction.Once he tugged her head up, she licked the underside of his cock.
“I’m about to burst.Ride me.”
She straddled Enrique again and impaled herself on his shaft.A cry tore free.
“Lourdes!”He palmed her waist and bucked.“Bounce, princess.Show me how your tits dance.”
His dirty words heated her as much as his hands on her flesh.“You don’t think they’re too small?”She cupped her breasts mid-slide.
“Hell, no.I could suck on them all day.”
Laughing, she braced her hands on his chest and bounced as if her life depended on it.Up, down.In, out.His cock speared her like a fire poker hellbent on slicing her in two.Her breasts bobbed with a mind of their own.Sweat coated her skin.Her clit throbbed with every downward thrust and brushed against his patch of thick curls.
“Good girl.Keep bouncing.Moan for me.”He palmed her breasts and tweaked her nipples between his fingers.“Your body was made for sin.Tight and perfect.”
She gyrated, bearing down on him, before she bounced again.Breathy moans escaped her mouth.Pressure pounded through her knees.Exhaustion tunneled into her muscles.
“I’m almost ready.”He cursed and bucked harder.
Pride scorched her, renewing her strength.“I love the way you feel inside me.”Rotating her hips, bouncing faster, she altered her rhythm to keep him on the precarious edge of ecstasy.He pushed deeper and struck the back of her core.She cried out, thoroughly stuffed with the delicious, wicked organ that made him all man.
My man.
“Shatter, Lourdes.I want you shouting my name.”
She bore down again and gasped.The dam burst.Fireworks snapped in her mind.“Enrique.I’m coming!”Liquid slicked her inner folds in pulsating waves.
“Goddamn it!”His body stiffened, and his eyes rolled back.Enrique gripped her ass hard and shoved her down on his cock.He shouted in release.
“Ahh!”The pressure ripped through her in a blast of heat.His desire pumped into her as a strange, sharpbeeppierced her ears on repeat.She was too far gone to care.Suddenly, he yanked her off him and shoved her to the far side of the bed.A cry of denial ripped from her lips.
“Get to the cellar.”Enrique launched to his feet, tossed her discarded clothes on the mattress, and yanked on his jeans.The muscles in his back rippled, and the swirling inked bands took on a life of their own.He snatched his gun from the holster and stalked toward his desk.
The computer monitor had flickered on.A dark window filled the screen.
Sudden fear had her jerking on her clothes.Her core ached, empty and bereft with the loss of his heat.“What’s happening?Did someone trip a perimeter alarm?”
“Sí.Four men.One is now hacking into the entry control panel.”He smashed a button, silenced the beeping, then braced himself against the wall that was adjacent to the door.He scowled back at her.“Get going, damn it.”
She straightened her shirt over her braless breasts just as the cabin door banged open.
Two masked, black-garbed men swarmed in, weapons drawn.
Enrique smashed the hilt of his gun against the first intruder’s skull and then kicked the second in the back.
The strangers groaned and cursed.The taller one body-slammed Enrique into the wall.The curtains ripped off the rod as they struggled.
“Lourdes, cellar!”Enrique shouted as the man decked him.
Another two men invaded the cabin with an air of menace so thick her skin crawled.Neither raised their weapons and simply watched her from the gaping doorway.Heart pounding, she swallowed back bile.No way could she make it to the hatch door in the kitchen before the masked men snatched her.
The windows were bolted shut.A dead end.
Nowhere to run.Hide.She wouldn’t leave Enrique anyway.
Outnumbered, outgunned.They were screwed.
