Page 94 of Cartel Devil

I trail the edge of the riding crop along her spine, watching her shiver. When I reach the base, I bring the paddle down over both cheeks—careful to avoid her still recovering wound. Her ass immediately blooms into a rosy hue. It does it three more times, tempering my strength. Now that she’s pregnant, I’d do that regardless of the scare we just had. With her legs wide open, it makes it easy to bring the crop down on her cunt.

“Daddy!”

She shrieks, completely unprepared for the rush of sensation. I chuckle, allowing her that chance to scream before fitting the gag in her mouth.

“Snap if it’s too much, Tre.”

She nods. We already discussed what we think will be her limits. I watch like a hawk in case we overestimated them. I continue to alternate the paddle and the crop until her ass is apple red. More than this, and I’ll leave welts. I’m not ready for that. I don’t know that I’ll ever be ready to mark her like that. She told me about the themes in the shifter romances she loves. I’d mark her with a bite on her neck, but I won’t wound her. At least, that’s what it would feel like if I left more severe marks on her ass.

I slide onto the bed between her thighs, inhaling her scent. She’s so fucking wet that I can see the cream in her cunt. I swipe my tongue through it. I’ve done this before with other partners and enjoyed it. But I’ve never relished it like I do with Tre. It’s never been something I crave doing. It began the night in the hotel, and now I want it constantly.

Part of it is watching her when I’m between her thighs like this. I can’t see her expression well because she’s lying on her belly. I did it on purpose to edge both of us. Her muffled moans and the way she tries to rock her hips against my mouth as I flick her clit with my tongue have me rubbing my cock against the mattress for more temporary relief.

“Don’t come for me, Tre. Not yet.”

I return to my teasing, and she attempts to scream. Her fists pound the mattress as she attempts to pull away. She can’t go anywhere. To reinforce that, I pin her hips down. When she stops writhing, I ease two fingers into her. I stroke the satin within her as the other hand twirls her butt plug.

“Fwu—”

She swears as best she can, but it’s more of a garbled sound with the gag in as she scrunches her eyes shut. When she pants rather than breathes deeply, I pull back. I release her left ankle and wrist before doing the same on her right side. I ease her onto her back before bending over to suckle her tits.

We’ve been reading pregnancy sites and books together. I know it won’t be long before her breasts begin producing colostrum. Around sixteen weeks, they might even leak it. I admitted my curiosity a couple nights ago before sucking just as I am now. She fears it’ll be a turn off. I don’t know whether that and her milk will be, but for now, I fantasize tasting it. More kinks I never knew I might have. Ones I have only because of her.

She cups my head, her fingers weaving into my hair. She knows she doesn’t have control except to end this, so she doesn’t press down. Instead, her nails graze my scalp. I won’t last much longer as my huevos tighten. I lift my head to kiss her.

“How’re you doing?”

“I need you, Joaco. I ache and burn for you to be inside me. I love the foreplay, but I need you to make love to me.”

She stares up at me, and I know she said it because she understood what I was too scared to say earlier.

“All day and all night for the rest of time, chica.”

We know that’s not possible, but she appreciates the sentiment. I ease the vaginal spreader out of her before climbing onto the bed. I roll onto my back, bringing her with me to straddle me. She shakes her head and turns around. She eases onto me, partly to drive me insane and partly to test how much she can manage. When she’s seated to the hilt, she leans forward, bracing herself on my shins. The view I have—she wiggles her hips. I grasp both ass cheeks, spreading and pushing them up, still conscientious not to tug on her injury. She rides me as I stare at the plug, knowing I’ll soon claim that part of her too.

“Joaco, so good.”

“I know, chica. You are so fucking beautiful. Magnificent.”

My left hand glides up to her lower back before curling around her waist. I pull, and she sits up. She rocks now rather than rising and falling. She cups my huevos and rubs just behind them.

“Tre, I’ll come too soon if you keep doing that.”

“You’ve never been one and done. I want this.”

I press her hips forward and sit up. I wrap my arms around her, my left hand going to her clit as my right cups her left breast. We rub and cup each other’s body until neither of us can bear waiting.

“Come, chiquita.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Her cunt contracts around my cock, milking me.

“I might keep you pregnant all the time because being bare inside you is the greatest feeling I’ve ever experienced.”

“You could always pull out.”

I hear no seriousness in her voice, and I wonder if she’s truly thought about more children with me. We know we won’t do that without marriage. One child is one thing, but multiple without marriage isn’t something either of us is comfortable with. Call it our Catholic upbringing or family tradition. Either way, I want more children with her, and I want to bind my life to hers.