Drug Lord: A Bad Boy Baby Romance (7 page)

H
is lips touched mine gently
.

“Yes.”

His arm was around me as we got back into the elevator. The mirror showed someone who was substantially paler than I’d been the first time around.

His arm kept me close. I was glad that he was anchoring me in place. As the elevator descended, he pulled me into his arms, so that my face was against his hard chest.

“You want to talk about it?”

I shook my head.

He kissed the top of my head.

“We’ll talk about it later.”

“You said that he had a daughter?”

“Sofia,” Emilio said softly. “The best part of him.”

When we walked out of the hotel, the doorman hailed a cab, which we got into quickly. Emilio told him where to go, and we were quickly on our way.

“How did he know that we needed a cab?” I asked Emilio. It was as if the doorman had ESP.

“I didn’t come in my car.”

“We could’ve parked nearby.”

“People like me don’t drive themselves, here, cari.”

“Cari?”

“Cariñosa,” he said, stroking my arm gently. “I’m going to get you home and we’re both going to forget about what happened today.”

He kissed my cheek before moving to my mouth. I saw the driver looking at the two of us in the rearview mirror. I felt embarrassed, but Emilio didn’t seem to want to stop, and I didn’t know if I wanted to stop, either.

The car came to a stop after we kissed for what felt like forever.

The driver cleared his throat. Emilio dug into his pocket for cash.

I realized that I’d never seen him pay for anything with a card.

Strange.

My eyes were wide when I saw how much money he gave the taxi driver, but I didn’t say anything. It was five times what I’d expect to pay for a taxi here in Quito.

Then we were getting out of the cab and going to the gate of Emilio’s mansion.

Like the doorman at the hotel, Emilio’s gatekeeper let us in without a word. Emilio nodded at him, sitting there in the gatehouse, and the gatekeeper gave us one in turn. I wondered if it was boring to keep an eye on Emilio’s gate, but I realized that there were three or four guns on the wall behind the gatekeeper. I guessed that Emilio took his security extremely seriously.

He pulled me into the house and marched me straight up into the bedroom.

“Strip,” he commanded.

I took the hem of my dress and took it off.

“You’re…incredible.”

He moved so quickly that I couldn’t even react, but I was tumbling onto the bed with Emilio on top of me, his chest pressed to mine, his weight keeping me in place on the bed.

M
y body was wrapped
around his as we kissed and kissed. His tongue slid into my mouth expertly, flicking. His kiss felt like smooth, warm, fine wine trickling down my throat. Delicious.

He tilted my head so that he had better access, and I moaned quietly. His hand slid up, and he kneaded my ass in his big hand. I was a curvy girl, but his big hand could hold all of it with room to spare. I could feel my nipples harden to points as my body was melted by desire.

He picked me up, switched positions, and sat down on the bed, my legs still wrapped around his body. I unlocked them, and my knees were on the bed so I could have leverage. I slowly dry rode him, rubbing my core against the growing hardness in his pants.

He moaned into my mouth.

I unbuttoned his pants and his boxers. I took out his hard cock, tugging a little bit on it. I didn’t have any water-based lubricant, but I didn’t need any KY. I took a drop of his precome onto my hand, and I used it as I tugged on his cock as we slowly made out. The more precome came out, the easier it was for me to glide my hand over his shaft.

I changed the game when I reached for his sensitive balls, touching them on the underside where I knew he would feel it the most.

Suddenly, I was on my back again. I was still wearing my bra and panties, but he was in too much of a hurry to get them off. He pulled my scarlet lace panties to the side, and plunged all the way inside of me in one stroke.

My head thrashed from side to side. He felt so big, and my body burned as I stretched around him.

“Tight,” he told me.

I pulsed around his dick, and he cried out. He plunged into me hard twice, before he pulled his dick out and breathed hard.

Arching my hips up, I tried to get his dick back. It was an irresistible move. He sank back inside of me to the hilt. I heard and felt his balls hitting my body, the wet sound of our bodies joining music to my ears.

He kissed me brutally hard on the mouth, forcing my lips open. His tongue slipped inside of my mouth, plunging in as deep as it could. I gagged a little bit on his tongue because of how deeply he was kissing me. His cock was tearing me apart, and I loved it.

I couldn’t reach his ass as he plundered my depths, but I could reach his back still covered by his shirt. His back was completely covered in sweat. Our passion had heated him up.

I fitted my hands into the indents of his rib cage, and I pulled his body closer to mine.

“Closer,” I demanded. “More.”

He put more of his weight on his hands to either side of my face, and he went for broke. He rode me hard, plunging into me with so much force that I didn’t know if I would be able to walk tomorrow.

One hand let go of the sheets and meandered down my body to my pleasure center. He touched me there, and I went off like a rocket ship.

He rolled us so that he was on his back.

“Ride me,” he ordered.

I put my hands on his shoulders to stabilize myself, and my head fell back. His knees came up to support my back, and I was grateful. I didn’t know if I could support myself with the force that we were fucking. Even though he was on the bottom, he powered up inside of me. He opened up places inside of my body that I didn’t know even existed.

His hands were holding my hips as I rode him, encouraging me to go in a faster and faster rhythm. But one of them slipped between my round cheeks to touch me in a dark spot. I yelped, and I stopped.

“Move,” he told me.

I slowly brought my hips up, and he touched my back door again, using my juices, spreading them backwards from my wet hole.

I didn’t know if I liked it, but it was different. He pushed his fingertip inside of my ass. The rhythm was slower now as I adjusted to the feeling of my sphincter accepting his finger.

“I’ll fuck you here,” he whispered. “Someday.”

It was a promise of fucking another time, another day. I loved it.

He sat up, using a hand behind him to stabilize himself. My smaller body was trapped between his torso and his thighs.

He kissed my neck, and then he bit my breasts, all while forcing me to come up and down on his hard cock.

I couldn’t stop my orgasm from taking over my body. Every muscle inside of me tightened as I reached into the heavens and spun into infinity.

He lifted my body off of his, grasping me around my waist.

“I like your ass,” he told me conversationally. “You know what I like even more? Seeing your ass as I fuck you.”

He forced me to stand on my feet, and then he bent me over the bed. In the mirror on the wall, I could see us reflected back. Me, with my hair in a curtain around my face. Him, so big and strong behind me, about to fuck me from behind.

He pushed me down with a slow but strong hand. My hands hit the bedsheets. He touched my ass with his hard dick, still covered in our shared juices.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

With that, he shoved inside of my body in a hard thrust. I cried out from the force that he was using, with just a bit of pain in my voice. He held my hips in a way that would leave bruises, and he used my body for his pleasure. He pulled me back and pushed me forward in time to keep up with the tempo of his thrusts. And I could feel his thighs tightening.

His cock pulsed inside of my body, hitting my G-spot.

He grunted as he released a load of come inside of my waiting body. The feeling of his hot seed filling me up made me fall over the edge, too. I couldn’t support myself anymore, and my torso hit the bed, my breasts flat against the bedsheets. I was totally out of breath. So was he.

I wanted to go again.

A
ll of a sudden
, her legs were on either side of mine. Her arms were around my shoulders, her forehead on mine. Both of us gasped as she lowered herself onto me. I was still hard.

“So…big…” she panted.

Growing harder inside of her, I captured her mouth for one of our sizzling kisses.

I couldn’t stop touching her. First a squeeze of her luscious breasts, then a trip down to her clit before gripping her hips and rocking her on top of me.

We didn’t stop kissing as she rocked on top of me. I felt like I might explode from the intensity of our passion, but what a way to go.

She tore her mouth from mine and sank her teeth into my shoulder.

I turned my head and bit her neck.

I felt her gasp and flutter on me.

She screamed, and I knew that she was orgasming.

That’s when I pulled her impossibly closer, closed my eyes, and thrust into her like an animal. The bed was making sounds as we slammed up and down on the mattress.

She was still screaming as I found my own satisfaction and poured myself inside of her.

As we floated downward, I lay back on the bed. She was still on top of me. She wiggled, as if she was getting off, but my hands were clamped to her backside.

“Stay there.”

Her inner muscles contracted, aftershocks of her orgasm bringing me right back to life.

This time was softer, sweeter, and tenderer.

I let her control the pace totally, since I was so wiped out from the wildness of our first coupling.

Her hair was falling down around me as she supported herself on her hands and she moved onto me again and again, a slow rhythm that matched the steady beat of my heart.

But her movements eventually grew frantic. She sat up fully. Her eyes were closed tightly.

Then I felt her muscles going wild around me as she panted.

Her breasts were on display when she threw her head back and sang for me a second time.

I grunted as I released inside of her perfect body.

I pulled her down so that her head was on my chest, our bodies still connected. I gently stroked the smooth skin of her back and nibbled her shoulder.

“I think that you half-killed me that time.”

“I think that’s my line,” I said, smiling even though she couldn’t see it. “You’re insatiable.”

I could feel her body wiggling on top of mine as she laughed, and it made my body want to go again.

“How are you feeling?”

“Sore. Happy.”

I stroked her back again as I felt her relax a little. She was sleepy. I should let her rest.

Rolling her to her side and then flipping her around, I put my arm over her waist.

“Sleep,” I commanded.

I felt her yawn and then she was still, breathing deeply.

I loved having her in my bed. I wished that every day was like this.

I didn’t want to leave her, but that thought spurred me into action. What I was about to do was far more impulsive than I normally was, but she’d been shocked and horrified by Alejandro’s drug use. I knew, after dating all the women who would worm their way into my life for the money, power, and drugs, that she’d never ask for any of that. She had no clue what I could give her.

She only wanted me, and I wanted her.

So I had an errand to run. I left her there, sleeping in my bed, where I wanted to keep her forever.

W
hen I woke up
, the bed was cold.

“How do you feel?” His voice was coming from somewhere in front of me.

I stretched.

“Sore. I blame you.” I hadn’t opened my eyes.

“Open your eyes, cari,” Emilio said gently.

I looked at him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed.

I stared at the box in his hands.

“Are you serious?”

“That’s not a very flattering reaction.”

When he smiled, his dimples appeared, tempting me to say yes.

What would it be like to wake up next to him every morning for the rest of my life?

Pretty great, I thought. I wanted to say yes, even though we barely knew each other. I knew that I loved him, even if he was often demanding and bossy.

But there was a snag.

“You haven’t even met my family. I’ve met yours, but you would have to go back to America to meet them.”

“No problem. We can just take my jet.”

“You think that we can take off now?”

“Of course.” He shook his head. “Do you think that I couldn’t fix things? Are you surprised?”

I smiled back at him. “No, I’m not surprised.”

I stared at the ring. “I’ll say yes...”

Suddenly he was kissing me deeply, his tongue pushing into my mouth.

I pushed him back after 20 seconds.

“I wasn’t done.”

“Hm? Isn’t yes enough?” He went in for another kiss, but I put my hand on his chest and looked him right in the eye.

“On one condition.”

He took a step back and arched an eyebrow.

“And what is that?”

“You have to come back to America to meet my family before we’re really engaged.”

“Will you wear the ring now?”

The ring was pretty much every fantasy that I’d ever had. The main jewel was an emerald, not a blood diamond.

“Yes.”

He took the ring out of the box and put it on my finger.

Then he was sweeping me into his arms to kiss me.

We were making out for a while, our tongues twining together as if we were teenagers for whom kissing was the ultimate. When I regained awareness of my surroundings, I was naked on my back under him, my thighs on either side of his body.

“I’m so happy,” he told me as he kissed his way down my body.

My thighs were on either side of his face.

I was very nervous when guys went down on me. I didn’t like it. I had a soft stomach and pretty big thighs.

But he didn’t seem to be turned off by any of that. His hands were pushing my thighs far apart as his tongue painted pure fire at my most intimate place.

My eyes closed. I felt like my whole body was turning into a puddle of molten gold.

“Oh...” I said.

Then his hands stopped pushing my thighs apart. I was wondering where he was going before one hand went to rub my clit while his tongue pushed inside of my entrance.

I went wild, bucking like crazy, fluttering around him. He kept rubbing me as I shook my way through an orgasm.

When I could speak again, I said, “That was the most intense orgasm I’ve had in my life.”

“Just one of many, future Señora Emilio.” He nuzzled my softness again.

“I don’t think I can go again,” I said. I was still out of breath and all trembly from the first orgasm.

In response, his hand began rubbing my clit. And my motor went roaring back to life.

“Are you sure? Do you want this?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “I want it.”

This time, he put two fingers inside of my channel, pushing me apart.

When he was inside, he crooked his fingers so that he stroked my g-spot.

I was wetter than I had ever been in my whole life. I felt like there was a spigot or something inside of me. I was sure that the sheets were wet beneath me. He pulled his fingers out.

Suddenly, he was flipping my body so that I was butt up, face down.

He arranged me so that I was on my stomach, my knees under me.

He pulled apart my opening as he guided himself inside.

I knew that I was sweating from the heat inside of me, like I was burning up with the best kind of fever.

My jaw dropped as he entered me. It wasn’t our first time, but his size totally overwhelmed me. I could barely fit around him.

He began to surge slowly into me, going deep before pulling out.

I hugged the pillow in front of me. My fists were clenched, holding the sheets tight. I could barely stand the intensity.

Then his hand went around my neck. He wasn’t choking me. He was pressing his thumb and forefinger on opposite sides of my throat.

Before I could even think about what he was doing, he was pulling my whole body backwards every time that he thrust.

The feeling of being pulled back onto him was enough to push me right over the edge. I was shuddering beneath him when I heard him shout.

And then he was flooding me with his seed. I loved the warmth.

When he was done, he pulled out of me and turned me on my side. He came and spooned me from behind.

His large hand slowly made its way from my waist to the juncture of my thighs.

I waited breathlessly as he went straight for my clit again. The pleasure this time was nearly painful. The small orgasm in the aftermath of our passion exhausted me totally.

I fell asleep like that, held safely by Emilio as I slipped into dreamland.