She nodded. “Yeah.”
“But you were already running. Tell me why.”
She sat up, brushing her curly hair out of her face. “My life is complicated and yet boring.”
“Is it because your father is in prison?” I asked, eager to find out how much she knew.
“You know?”
“Sweetheart, the second I found out who you were, I learned everything. There was nothing you could hide from me.”
“And yet here you still are.”
“Because he’s a criminal?” I chuckled. “That’s nothing. That he’s a piece-of-shit father—that’s another thing. Did he ever hurt you?” I’d have dealt with him if he had. Her love for him wouldn’t override my anger and need for retribution.
“I don’t want to talk about him.” We needed to talk about it and it was selfish as fuck for me to hold the truth back, but I wouldn’t allow her to pull another runner on me again.
“Okay,” I relented. I ran my hand down her soft cheek and her eyes briefly shuttered closed as she absorbed my touch. “It’s time to reward you for being a good girl.”
“What if I don’t want you anymore?”
“Are you trying to get spanked?” I growled against the shell of her ear. A shiver washed through her body from the base of her neck all the way down her legs.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re lying to me again. I know you still want me. You whisper in your sleep, sweet Liza. You whispered how much you needed me. I almost fucked you right then, but I decided it was best to let you sleep because you are going to need all your strength to handle what I have planned for you.”
I ran my hand down the front of her panties, and they were drenched and sticky, nestled right to her puffy little cunt. “You need me to make this better, don’t you?”
“Maybe, or I could get my toy?”
“The poor little guy that you drowned?” I answered. I’d never been so jealous of an inanimate object before, but having heard my name wrenched from her perfectly pouty lips made it all worth it. Hell, I needed to get her another so I could watch her play with it while I worked.
“I can’t believe you were watching,” she complained.
“It was a perfect show. I’ll need another demonstration later, but for now, this won’t be a solo performance,” I said, nudging her panties to the side while running my fingers through her wet slit. “So ready.”
I’d undressed down to my boxers last night, wanting to be ready to fuck her at any time. It took everything in me to refrain from sliding into her. I slipped my dick in from behind, applying pressure and pushing inside. My chest pounded with pride when my name came out in a stuttering moan.
Damn, it felt so good to hear her say it. “Say it again. Damn it, baby, say my name.”
“Diego,” she cried out. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough.
I fucked the shit out of her, grinding my cock so deep inside her pussy. My dick glided through her wetness. I loved how drenched she was and how much she loved that I owned her body, controlled her orgasms, and rewarded her with pleasure. Her existence in my life was my reward.
“That’s right—take it, baby. Take every inch of it; you deserve it.”
She gasped, her fingers curling onto the ties that held her secure. “You’re so deep.” I lifted her leg over my thigh, caressing it as I drove deeper and harder into her. My fist wrapped around her hair, cuffing the ponytail. I yanked her head back, kissing the slender column as I rutted her depths. “You’re mine. I’m never letting you go again.”
“Please don’t.”
“Never. Mine. Come for me. Reward me with your pleasure.” I bit down on her shoulder, and she came hard on my cock, squeezing her sex around me. I thrusted hard, pumping into her until I unloaded every drop.
After we both stopped pulsing, I untied my beloved. “Are you serious?” she gasped. Her head whipped rapidly back and forth between the ties and me with her mouth wide open.
“What?” I asked.
“I could have gotten out of them?”
