Page 10 of Cartel Devil

I do nothing to hide the moan of pleasure as I take him into me. He stretches my pussy, and I feel full in a way I’ve always craved yet somehow always missed—even with guys I’d consider well endowed. He fills me, and it finally feels like enough. No longing for more.

He guides me to ride him, his hips flexing as we move together. With the way he’s half sitting up, he can suck my tits as I lean forward to keep my hands on the headboard like he instructed. The added sensation is almost distracting, but then he’s kneading them as he sucks like he expects something to come out of them.

Is he into that?

Does he have partners who breastfeed?

No.

No?

No.

I won’t yuck someone else’s yum, but that’s not my thing. At least, I don’t think it would be. He just seems to be a tits over ass guy.

Just as I think that, his hand leaves my right breast and crashes down on my ass. It drives me forward, grinding my clit against his pubic bone. He does it three more times before he groans around my nipple and squeezes my ass cheek like the jaws of life.

“Fuck, Joaquin. You feel so fucking good. Don’t stop.”

“Not until you finish coming as the sun comes up.”

Somehow I think he means it. He’ll fuck me all night like the damn motorized bunny with the drum. I can’t think straight enough to remember what it’s called. Something to do with batter⁠—

“Fuck!”

My thoughts are yanked back to the present as my first orgasm bursts within me.

“So beautiful when you come.”

My eyes were shut from how intense the sensation was, but they open as I gaze down at the hunk I’m riding. The way he looks at me makes me feel more beautiful than I ever have. His expression’s one of wonderment—as though I’m precious to him. As though he wants to see me this pleased. Hell, this happy.

I press my palms against the headboard just above me, and I lean in for a kiss. I still want him to lead, so I give him the choice. I pray he doesn’t reject my offer. I should’ve known better because he kisses me with such abandon and passion that I’m drunk all over again.

He gets me off three more times before he does what he promised. We come together, and I’ve never felt a greater sexual high than this. He fills me with his cum, and I Kegel to keep it inside me. I don’t want a drop to drip from me. I flop forward as we pant. When we both catch our breath, I roll to the side. It surprises me when he curls around me to spoon me. I guess I didn’t expect him to stay.

Oh, my fucking God.

I haven’t had a hangover like this since the first or second time I got blitzed in college. I didn’t drink in high school, so I definitely made up for it my first year of university. I moved away from my overprotective parents and went a bit wild.

I think dying would be a blessing right now. I try to ease my way out of bed, but Joaquin’s arm tightens around me. He nuzzles my shoulder as his hand covers my breast. It’s so tempting to stay, but I need to pee, and I need something for my head.

“I’ll be right back.”

I slip out of bed and head to the bathroom. I squint after I turn on the light. I hurry to pee then wash my hands. I open my cosmetic bag and lift out the bottle as I fill a plastic cup with cold water.

Please don’t let me have fucked this up by sleeping with him too soon.

Chapter Three

Joaquin

I’m a light sleeper, so there was no chance Tre—I don’t know how I came up with that, but it’s how I think of her now—was getting out of bed without me noticing. I can run on the least sleep in the family, and I wake the fastest. It started when I was nearly eleven, and my father was murdered right in front of my brothers and me. I was terrified to fall asleep in case the men who murdered Papá came back for Mamá and Dos J’s. As the oldest, I felt responsible for all of them. I still do.

I watch Tre head into the bathroom, then the door closes. It’s only a moment later that the toilet flushes, and I hear the sink. I wait for her to return, but nothing happens. I wonder if she’s going to hop in the shower, but I don’t hear the water run again. When she comes back out, she’s too cheery for someone who clearly woke up with a hangover. My gaze skims over her naked body, and I wonder if she’s clear headed enough to even realize she’s on display.

“Tre?”

“Thanks for an amazing night.”