That’ll scare him away. Maybe they’ll be doing a cleansing that day!
“Alright.” That is one sexy smile on his lips.
“How about dessert after dinner tonight? I know this great little café. After that wrestling match, of course.”
I’m in big trouble. Big, big trouble….
I am Hispanic after all and even though I’m not into the whole, ‘women are supposed to grow up, get married and have lots of children crap,’ I can’t help but want the whole, growing up, getting married and having lots of children part, just with the added career part in there.
And Erick Sullivan is one hundred percent marriage material with the added bonus of making lots and lots of babies a pleasure, if his kisses tell the story.
Erick and Justin go get the gym ready and I help Melody clean up after dinner. Why? I’m not sure since she has plenty of maids to do it for her, her rich ass!
“You are so… screwed, my friend!” Melody chuckles.
“Cállate!” I berate her with no conviction since I’m laughing myself. “I’m bringing him to dinner on Sunday to meet the family. I’m hoping they’ll scare him away.”
“I know you, Lola, remember? And you, mi nena, are already in love with the man. God, but he’s a yummy man, isn’t he?” she groans.
“Hey! Don’t you have your own man to drool over?”
“So? That doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy and fully appreciate the view. You should meet Justin’s cousin; Jason. God, that man is dreamy, hmm…”
“Who’s dreamy?” Justin hard voice echoes through the room.
“Jason, he’s man candy for sure,” Melody answers, making Justin growl.
I laugh hard because I love hearing that man growl. Half wolf is what he is and his hard body and daunting muscles make you believe he is indeed a werewolf.
“If he’s anything like Justin, I’d like to meet him,” I groan appreciatively.
I see Erick’s dark look and he steps towards me with a hard face but it’s so fast, I think I imagine it, because his face brakes into a large smile.
“He is a pretty boy, isn’t he, Justin? I bet Lolita would love to photograph his playboy ass,” he mocks.
“Asshole told me about this threesome he had once. But hey, he’s home and keeping an eye on my sister, so we’re good,” Justin laughs, but his eyes stay on Melody and I’m thinking she’s in trouble.
Her man is a jealous one and he’s not shy about it.
I watch in awe when these two men wrestle. I’m breathing heavy and I think my ovaries are going to explode. The fact that Erick can lift Justin up so effortless is making me pant.
“Think about what he can do with those thighs, nena. Go get lucky tonight, I know I will,” Mel laughs out, making me bite my lips so I don’t reply to her.
I’m getting lucky tonight, that’s for sure. I deserve a good one-night stand after what I went through with John. I thought he was going to marry me, but luckily, I found him humping his secretary and I felt relieved.
I was mad at him for denying me a good time in bed while he was bending his secretary over his desk. His reasoning? I was a lady and he would never do such a thing to his future wife. I told him my mama was gonna know about it and he better take his hairbrush with him before I got home.
Apartment was empty by the time I got there. I mean, empty, he took everything but my clothes and shoes. Luckily, he also left my photographs and equipment or I would for sure had asked my mama to voodoo his ass.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Erick
I share my triple mocha chocolate cake and she shares her tres-leches cake with me. We talk for hours until the café closes and I finally get to walk her back to my SUV.
I find out she’s been into photography since she could walk. Her artist’s name; Lo Martz, was designed to hide both her identity and the fact that she’s a woman, since it was hard to get into the field.
She’s twenty-two, a year younger than me and she has a large family; three brothers and a baby sister. Lots and lots of uncles, aunts and cousins. Her grandparents are old but still run the family and they love each other unconditionally.
She’s a rarity in her family since she’s almost twenty-three and still not married with children, which is a must in the family. Her male cousins all have good careers or jobs but not many of her female cousins have careers, most of them are married and stay at home moms.
She finds out I’m a single child and my parents are desperate for me to move back to Massachusetts but that’s not going to happen, if ever, since I always wanted to be a PI and New York is where it’s at.
“Where do you live?” she breathes out as I start my engine.
“Hell’s Kitchen. You? I’m thinking you’re still in Harlem,” I answer, but don’t take my SUV out of park.
“Yeah. I rent a little studio near my mama’s. She’s still going on about it since it’s unseemly that I live alone but going back home after I broke it off with my fiancée wasn’t an option.”
“Fiancée?”
“Was engaged to this asshole for almost a year. Another sin I have against my name in the family. Living under sin, but I thought I was going to marry the asshole,” she explains.
I swallow hard at that, not sure how I feel about it. “You still love him?”
“Hell no! I don’t think I ever did and was so glad when I found him screwing his secretary. Didn’t know how to walk away after I had made the mistake of moving in with him, so that was a big bonus,” she chuckles.
“How many other men you’ve had?” Not a fair question but I need to know.
“How many women have you had?” she asks indignantly, making me chuckle.
“Seven.”
“That’s… very exact,” she whispers.
“I fell in love when I was six years old. Joy was my everything…” I start, then tell her about Joy.
About loving her and dreaming of a future together. About losing her and the loneliness and devastation I felt. Everything, except the promise I made to her.
“That’s ah…” she can’t seem to find the words and I don’t blame her. This is not a subject you bring up on the first date but I want her to know everything from the beginning.
She stares out the windshield for the longest time, not saying anything and not looking at me. She seems to be lost in her thoughts and I wonder if I went too far.
“I fooled around in high school with a few boys. Mainly petting, one blow job that was sloppy and a boyfriend went down on me once but I don’t think he knew what he was doing because I didn’t enjoy it and I never tried it again,” she says after a long silence.
I close my eyes and swallow hard because damn if I’m not upset about it which isn’t fair at all.
“John was the only one I ever went all the way with. When I missed my period, he suggested we move in together. Luckily, I was just super late but by then I had already made the mistake of moving in with him,” she sighs out.
“Come home with me tonight,” I beg.
“Alright.”
CHAPTER NINE
Lolita
He’s on me the minute we walk into his cute apartment. His lips sealed to mine, devouring me as if he hasn’t had a meal in long time. My legs hit the couch and I go down with him on top.
We make quick work of taking off our tops and I mewl when my hands touch his sculptured chest again, my mouth and tongue finding him, I lick and nibble at his skin, making him groan.
“I think you have an obsession with my chest,” he chuckles then moans at my biting him lightly.
“It’s perfection,” I whimper and attach my mouth to one hard nipple, sucking hard on it and leaving my mark on him.
“Fuck!” Lifting off me, I sob at the loss but gasp when he removes my high-heels and roughly pulls my jeans down my legs, leaving my bikini on.
“Damn!” he breathes out and pulling my ass to the edge of the couch, throws my legs over his shoulders and buries his face between my thighs, makin
g me squeal.
“Erick!” Ignoring my plead, he licks and bites slightly on me before his tongue finds my clit and he circles it, wetting my bikini and making me pant and moan at the exquisite feeling.
I feel a thumb circle my entrance and he’s pushing it in through the fabric, while sucking at my clit, making me convulse at how incredible it feels.
Getting off me, he removes my bikini and licks me from bottom to top once before standing up and pulling me up by an arm, throws me over his shoulder, fireman style.
“Erick!” I get a slap on my ass this time as a reply and he heads to the bedroom I’m thinking but am surprised when we enter the bathroom.
He sets my feet down the cold floor and I squeal, making him chuckle. Grabbing my face with both hands, he looks down at me and smiles. A beautiful smile full of promises and seduction before kissing me sweetly.
“Let’s wash the day off, nena,” he says, turning on the taps.
Backing me up against the cold sink he kisses me hungrily this time, “Keep your eyes on mine,” he says huskily, bending down and removing his shoes and socks, then starts working on his jeans.
It’s hard but I keep my eyes on his, making him smile that incredible smile of his before once again he’s kissing me hungrily and pushing his cock against my stomach.
“Erick…”
“I’m gonna wash him good for you, so you can slobber him fully,” his voice is strained while he moves us to the shower.
He keeps kissing me while he gets us both washed, using my hand to lather his circumcised penis making me groan at the feel of it and at his size.
“Let’s go to bed, mi nena,” he says in a sexy accent.
I wind my legs around his waist as he lifts me up and my back hits the mattress a few moments later, we’re still wet but the humid heat of summer helps.
He spends a good amount of time lapping up the moist from my breasts while I squirm, pant, moan and beg for more.
“I love eating pussy, so I’m gonna teach you to enjoy it,” he warns as his head moves down my body.
“Ai, Dios mío!” My hands find the poles on his headboard and I hold on for dear life.
CHAPTER TEN
Erick
I inhale her scent deeply into my lungs before my tongue laps her up and I start enjoying her pussy to the fullness. I didn’t lie to her and I love going down on my woman. But since I haven’t had a woman, I haven’t enjoyed this délicatesse.
This is truly an aphrodisiac for me and it gets me hard as steel. The way she’s swaying her hips and the way her thighs are opening high for me, tells me she’s enjoying my treatment, which only makes me hungrier for her.
Her moans are driving me crazy. A woman’s moans in a Spanish accent. Damn, but they sound incredible. I press my tongue hard on her clit and circle it while my fingers go in search of her heat. She’s tight and closed up, which means she’s going to feel wonderful on my girth.
“Erick! What are you doing to me? ahh…” she moans, making me chuckle a little but continue my ministrations.
I slow my licks until I manage two fingers inside of her before I start stabbing her clit with my tongue, setting her on fire. My thumb finds its way between her ass cheeks and she explodes, writhing on the bed.
Her hands are trying to push me off her and she’s trying to escape but I’ve got her trapped and wring the last of her climax into my waiting mouth.
I bite her thighs and then her navel once she calms down and make my way up her body until I’m kissing her hungrily again and sharing her essences.
“You on the pill?” I ask huskily.
“Ah, oh. No.”
“You ovulating?”
“Erick? I ah, what?” I laugh at her confusion and kiss her deeper so she’s unable to think straight.
“When was your last period?”
“Two weeks ago. God! I don’t know, just please, I feel empty,” she begs beautifully for me.
I rub my leaking cock on her, making sure to rub her clit on each pass till I’m at her entrance and then push slowly into her.
“Shit, baby. You’re tight, so tight.”
“More. Fill me up, more. Oh, más.” There is no doubt we ignite the sheets.
She’s as greedy as I thought her to be and as hungry as I am. But no way I’ll hurt her. She’s really tight and I’m thinking the dickhead had a small one with no girth for her to be this tight.
“Despacito, nena,” I’m telling her we’re going to go slow and she whimpers at my words. I coo and slowly keep sinking inside of her, giving her shallow thrusts until we moan when I’m in to the hilt.
“You like dirty talk, nena?”
“I, um… don’t know.” She’s so turned-on for me, I’m amazed she’s able to answer.
“I love being deep inside your pussy. So good, nena. So good,” I groan and pull out only to sink into her again.
My words get dirtier the faster I move on her until she’s going crazy and her body is meeting each and every thrust.
“This cunt is mine, say it,” I order, slamming into her.
“Si, si, si. Whatever you say.”
Slamming hard into her, I still and pull her hair back until her glazed eyes are looking at me. I’m straining at the effort to keep still but I want her with me right now.
“Say it. Whose cunt is this?”
“Yours. It’s yours, pinga,” she finally says, cursing me I’m sure.
“That’s right, nena. Only mine. Come! Come for me, nena.” I slam in harder to help her get there, she cries, writhing beautiful underneath me about to trigger my climax.
Pulling out, I fist my cock and finish myself, spilling all over her beautiful tummy, then lower my upper body and kiss her hard, turning our bodies sideways and plastering her to me. My sticky seed gluing us together.
“I’ll give you ten minutes and then I’m gonna do you again,” I warn.
“Sorry buddy. My papaya is sore already. I’m sure I need a week to recover,” she chuckles, burrowing into my body.
“I’ll give you an hour then.” She laughs at my reply lowly but she’s already in slumber and soon she falls asleep in my arms.
I keep her in my arms for a while until I know she’s asleep before I get up to clean myself and bring a warm face cloth to clean her. I guess I didn’t wait enough because it wakes her and she gets up to clean herself properly, putting on my shirt.
I see her indecision when she comes back to the bedroom but I pull her into my bed and into my arms, turning the lights off and soothing her back to sleep.
She takes me again a few hours later and this time I use a condom but damn if I’m not already thinking on how to get her to let me go in raw and spilling inside. Might as well start making those babies soon.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Lolita
I’m sore in places I shouldn’t be sore in. I smile wide and burrow myself deeper into the pillows and the light blanket. I finally know what good sex is and I feel delicious all over. A delicious sore and I’m wondering if it’s always going to be like this.
I need to get up and empty my bladder but don’t want to leave the warmth yet. Eventually, my bladder wins and I grab his shirt again, inhaling his scent and walking over to the bathroom where I decide to take a quick shower.
When I come out, I hear his soft voice and walk to the living area but stop when I hear his conversation, not wanting to interrupt.
“No. I don’t want you going in alone. Take Brent or Shane but have a backup. Last I knew the guy carried a concealed weapon,” he tells whoever is on the other line, then listens for a while. I think he’s making coffee in the small kitchen.
“Keith is in Brooklyn following some missing woman, I think he almost tracked her down. She needs to stay hidden though until I can match their stories. I don’t trust our client and if he turns out to be an abusive husband, we’ll help hide her tracks before making sure he’s fully out of the picture.”
“Yeah. No problem. I’m hoping to be
done with my assignment soon so I can help you out, but meanwhile grab one of the other guys to help you with this man.” After a pause he ends the call and stretches before turning around to face me.
“Hmm… You’re fucking beautiful. I’m not the best housekeeper so go put on some socks for me, will you, I’m making you breakfast.” He’s a bossy one, but I do his bidding.
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