Page 137 of Cartel Devil

I’ll suffocate under the damn thing since neither of us is holding it up. Plus, I want to touch more of her. She yanks it over her head and flings it somewhere behind me. She returns to clutching the edge of the table as my hands run over her thighs, waist, ribs, and tits as I continue to worship her pussy with my mouth.

I glide my left hand up her belly and between her tits until I can press against her chest. I rise as I ease her back toward the table. My other hand cradles her head as she reclines against the surface. I cup her nape with my right hand as my left slides into her pussy.

“You’re fucking dripping for me, chica.”

“Always, Daddy.”

“How do you want me to make love to you?”

“I want you to go slow as you thrust into me while I lie here, grinding against me until I come. Once my cream and your cum’s coated your cock, I want you to lift me down, turn me around, bend me over this table, and fuck my ass hard. I want my ass to keep you hard. I want you to hold my hair back while you feed me with your dick buried in my ass.”

“You want me to have complete control of you.”

“Yes.”

I slide my hands beneath her and unfasten her bra before stripping. I ease into her, careful not to jar her too much against the hard surface. I guide her to wrap her legs around me as I lift her hips off the table. I thrust into her, circling my hips, over and over. I grind my pubic bone against her clit exactly the way I know she needs. I lean forward and tongue her nipple before sucking on it.

“I’m close. May I come, Daddy?”

“As many times as you can, chiquita.”

I feel her flexing around my cock until she tenses and screams. I thrust harder now, moving faster as I push her toward a second orgasm. Her moans grow louder, and I encourage her to be as loud as she wants.

“No one else is here. Don’t hold back.”

“Joaco! Fuuuuck!”

I glance down and notice her fingers are white from how hard she’s gripping the table edge. I thrust once more, and I feel my cum shoot forward.

“Fuck, Tre. God, you feel so good. I can’t stop.”

I lift her from the table, guiding her to ride my cock until it finally stops shooting ropes of cum into her cunt. I walk toward where the food is set out and move a chair out of the way. I ease her off me and turn her around to face the table.

“I’ll go slowly. Safe word, Tre.”

“I know. Give me a moment.”

She positions herself, widening her stance and turning her feet inward. She braces herself against the table, careful of her belly. I look over her shoulder to make sure I know what angle she’s at before I grasp her hips and ease into her ass. She relaxes and takes me easily. I gather her hair into a ponytail and pull her head back. I kiss along her shoulder and up her neck.

“You belong completely now to me, Tre. You wear my ring. You carry my child. Soon you’ll have my name. No one will ever doubt you are mine.”

“Your cum is in my cunt. Your dick is in my ass. You made the child inside me. I know you are mine.”

“Heart, body, mind, and soul, chiquita. I have been since day one.”

I feed her a piece of cheese. She sucks my fingers into her mouth and bites lightly before I can withdraw them. I snag a thin slice of apple from the salad and offer her that. Her tongue toys with my finger before accepting the sliver of fruit. We go round and round as I rock against her ass until I can’t help but come again. Eventually, we have to microwave the meal.

“Is this it?” Tre watches me, biting the right corner of her lower lip.

“It is, chica. I think we found our family’s new home.”

She launches herself into my arms, and Tía Catalina laughs and claps. I had an idea for the proposal when we discussed living together, and I worried she suspected it. I’d already guessed which house we’d pick, but I didn’t want to influence her choice. I worried I wouldn’t keep either a surprise. It’s why I fear she’s starting to read me too well.

“¡Felicidades a los dos!” Congratulations, you two.

We agreed to view all three homes before deciding, that way we didn’t make any impetuous decisions. After the third one, we decided to revisit home number two then home number one, just to be truly sure. We’re in home number two, and we know there’s no reason to revisit the other one. We both liked this the most from the start.

It happens to be the one between Salvatore and Sylvia, and Saoirse and Kieran.