Page 42 of Cartel Devil

Her body tenses once more, her pussy clenching around me so tightly that it’s hard to pull out. But I have to. We don’t know whether she’s pregnant. If she isn’t, I won’t risk getting her that way now.

I jerk myself off. The first ropes of cum splash against her lower belly. She curls forward, her hand covering mine, stroking me too. She guides me to spray my cum across her tits before lying back against the pillows. I follow her down, my body pressing against her, the wetness trapped between us. I bring my lips to her ears.

“One way or another, the next time you make me come, I’ll be inside you. I will fill you with my cum like I did that night. It’ll drip from your pussy until you’re nothing but a sticky mess. Until the only thing you can think about is me. How I make you feel. How badly you need me again. How you belong to me. You’re mine, Tre. End things with me if you don’t want me and me alone because I’ll never share you.”

I pull back, but her hand encircles my throat. We both know I only stay in this position because I allow it.

“No one and nothing gets your cum but me. No other person, not even your hand. All of it belongs in and on me. You belong to me. I will kill before I share you. Leave me if you don’t like my possessiveness, Joaco, because it won’t change.”

“It better not.”

Our tongues duel as we practically devour each other. When we’re breathless, I push up onto my right hand as my left arm snakes beneath her. I lift her like I did earlier to sit on my lap as I kneel. We exchange a series of hard but quick kisses before I tuck her head against my shoulder. We sigh together, then tighten our hold around each other.

This is what contentment means.

I haven’t experienced it before. Not like this, at least. Not this deeply.

I’ve been content to read or watch TV. I’ve been content to wait on family members. I’ve been content after a good meal.

But I’ve never felt it in my soul. I’ve never felt so right about being somewhere and with someone as I do now. I had a hint of it the first night we spent together. But now that we’ve declared our desire to be together, it settles over me like a cocoon that binds us together.

Her fingers stroke my back where her hands rest. She kisses my shoulder as I kiss her head. I could stay like this forever, but I’m certain my family’s noticed we’re missing. Since they have, I’m certain they’ve figured out we’re up here. I didn’t intend to have sex in my cousin’s home at his housewarming party. That wasn’t even remotely on my mind when I arrived.

I mean, I always want to have sex with Tre, and it’s practically always on my mind. But not the idea of doing it here and now. I don’t regret it, and I won’t. But I don’t want to embarrass Tre.

“Chica.”

“I know.”

She sits back, studying me. My brow furrows, fearing I’m somehow suddenly lacking. I’m about to ease her off me when her question surprises me.

“I know your brother told you to dance with me. Would you have wanted me if he hadn’t?”

Not wanted to.

Wanted me.

“I wanted you the moment I saw you, but truthfully, I don’t think I would’ve asked. I may have brass huevos in business, but that’s necessity. I thought you were far too out of my league to approach you. I would’ve watched you and hated every moment you danced with someone else. Longed to be part of every conversation. But it was unlikely I would’ve initiated anything. Not because I would’ve expected you to approach me. It’s not like I expect any woman to approach me. It’s just not in my nature to strike up a conversation with a stranger. I never know what to say. I prefer to observe.”

“I never would’ve taken you for a wallflower. Playboy, yes. Wallflower, no.”

“You mean fuckboy.”

She shrugs. “I’ve heard your reputation.”

“And you assumed it was the truth.”

It shouldn’t hurt since I cultivated it on purpose as a way to keep people at arm’s length. But it does. I don’t like the thought that she ever saw me that way.

“Before I met you. But I saw you with the women in the Four Families. You’re respectful toward them just like the other men in the families. I never thought you were manipulating me for sex. I suspected you were a hit-it-and-quit-it guy, but I hoped I’d be different. I just didn’t realize you were shy.”

“You are different. You have been from the start. It’s why it hurt thinking you were brushing me off. For the umpteenth time in my life, I wish I was better at talking to people outside my family.”

“You’re doing well now.”

We climb off the bed and dress as we continue to talk.

“I feel comfortable around you.”