Page 52 of Cartel Devil

Instead, I unfasten my pants, pushing them down far enough to free my cock. She watches as I stroke myself. Her left eye narrows, but she says nothing to share her annoyance. She doesn’t want me to pleasure myself because she isn’t getting my attention. Or maybe she wants to do it. Either way, I taunt her.

I draw her right leg over my hip, keeping it from hanging over the side of the sofa. I pull down her bra as I align my cock with her pussy. I lean over her tits, enjoying them far more than I should.

I feel like a thirteen-year-old boy looking at “boobies.”

I’m practically drooling.

I lift her breast and clamp my teeth around her nipple, tugging, as I thrust into her. She screams, unprepared for the overstimulation.

“Oh my God!”

She moans as she pushes her heel into my lower back and the other into the sofa as she fights to lift her hips to match my rhythm. I keep her pinned to the sofa, making sure she understands I control this round. I’m too tall to maintain this position for long, so I stretch out again. I slide my hands up her forearms until I can reach her hands, my weight resting on my elbows by her ears.

I work her cunt, feeling it squeeze every time I bottom out. She drains a drop of pre-cum every time she Kegels. At this point, it doesn’t matter that I’m not wearing a condom. It really does feel different doing it bare. I’ve only gone without a condom once before—and now we know why it’s important to wear protection.

I don’t regret it though.

At least, not yet. But I don’t think I will.

It feels too fucking right, thinking about being with Tre and having a family with her.

“Joaco, please. More. Harder.”

I slam into her, making her scream again. It’s not in pain. I’d stop immediately if I thought I might harm her. It’s need. It’s impatience. Her fingers claw the air, but she can reach nothing but the back of my hands now that our fingers are intertwined.

“Come on, chica. Come for me.”

“Trying.”

The breathy word’s laced with frustration as she concentrates. I lift my weight enough to let her move her hips in tandem with mine. She rolls them, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone as I kiss her neck.

“Fuck, Joaco. How do you make it feel so fucking good every time?”

“You were made for me, Tre. Me and me alone. All of you is mine.”

“Yes!”

Her body tenses as she comes. I wonder if it was just the stimulation against her clit and her G-spot. Or was it my possessive comment? Both?

“Come again, chica.”

“Yes, sir!”

Our gazes lock, and I thrust harder. She bites her lower lip. I shift my weight, so I can pull her lip free.

“You’re driving me to the edge, Tre. Fuck, you’re sexy as fuck.”

“Come!”

“Demanding little girls don’t get what they want.”

It might kill me to have this restraint.

I pull back and sit up. I pinch and twist her nipples until she whimpers and thrashes her head.

“Sorry. Sorry. Don’t stop, Joaco. I ache for you. I need you.”

“Need me to do what?”