Page 111 of Cartel Devil

“Yes.”

“Greedy as ever.”

He says it as he presses the plug into me, and my ass practically swallows it. I yelp when what feels like an electric current pulses inside my ass.

“Daddy! What the hell?”

“This one vibrates.”

“I know. But I cannot wear that out with my parents!”

“Yes, you can, and you will.”

“What if they hear it vibrating against the chair.”

“The restaurant we’re going to has padded seats, plus it’s up far enough that it won’t make a sound against anything you sit on.”

I stare at him suspiciously.

“I don’t know that from experience, Tre. I know it from experimenting with it against the mattress.”

I’m still skeptical.

“Tre, I would never do anything to intentionally publicly humiliate you. I wouldn’t broadcast our sex life in front of your parents either. This is meant to be something private between a woman and her man.”

Not a man and his woman.

As possessive as he can be, he readily announces to anyone within earshot that he belongs to me. It’s sweet and empowering.

I relax, and it doesn’t feel as shocking as it did at first. I pull up my jeans and adjust my shirt. I nearly jump across the room when the vibration intensifies. I stare at Joaquin in disbelief.

“It has five speeds. That’s number two.”

“I will not survive the highest without giving away what’s happening.”

“You’ll survive and enjoy it all.”

“I won’t enjoy having an orgasm in front of my dad.”

“Tre, I wouldn’t let it get that far. I might want to see you fight the urge to squirm, maybe even shift a little in your seat. But I don’t want either of your parents guessing what we get up to. Come here and be a good girl. I’ll reward you.”

I force myself not to be too eager. I keep my steps slow and measured. When I’m within reach, he grabs the front of my jeans and tugs me closer. He slides his hand up my shirt and down my bra until he cups my breast. They’re more tender, so he’s gentle. He lifts it, and the support eases the strain from their weight. He knows how much I like it when he massages them. His thumb plays with my nipple.

“How does this feel, baby girl?”

“Amazing, Daddy.”

His other hand slides down the front of my jeans. I no longer wear panties. I’ve gotten used to the feel of jeans without any material between the seam and my pussy. When he tugs the front of my pants, he knows it makes the seam rub my clit. His index and middle fingers rub the sensitive nub, and I sway toward him.

“Lean against me, chiquita.”

I don’t have to be told twice.

I press my nose against his chest, struggling to stifle my moans. I clench his shirt in my hands, knowing I’ll leave wrinkles. But this is what the man does to me. I can think of nothing but how good it feels when he’s pleasuring me.

He eases those two fingers into me, and it tempts me to push down my pants, so he can fit even more in me. The material constricts his movements, and he was aware of that from the start. He’s doing it to edge me.

“Daddy, will you let me come before we leave?”