You Have Always Been My Dream

by Jaycee Avalon

  “That’s not… Oh god! That’s not supposed to feel good,” she cries but rocks to my thrusts.

  I do her hard, really hard and I would love to cum inside of her but I know she wants to wait till after the wedding so I pull out and finish myself on her ass then rub it on her.

  “You liked that?” I ask with labored breath.

  “I’m still….” She moans and I see her hips rocking.

  Using my cum as lubrication I dip my finger back into her ass and rub her clit with my other hand while I fuck into her slowly, until she’s coming again.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  Lolita

  “I can’t believe I let you do that!” I’m trying to sound indignant but I’m too sated to put up a real fight, along with the fact that Erick is washing my body while I limply lean against his.

  “I think by now we both know you’ll let me do just about anything to you,” he chuckles.

  “Fuck, no,” I reply with no conviction.

  “You going to let me fuck your ass.”

  “You just did,” I berate him.

  “With my dick.”

  “Hell no!” Now I sound convincing.

  “How about I use a fake one while I’m deep inside your cunt, give you that threesome experience you wanted,” he tells me, sounding dark.

  “I don’t want—” I start denying it but he shushes me.

  “Did you send your brother after me?”

  “I, ah…”

  “That wasn’t very nice, nena!” Think Lola, think! I tell myself.

  “C’mere.” Turning the water off, he pulls me out and wraps me in a towel before drying himself, then pulling me up in his arms takes me back to bed.

  “Here.” He places two small boxes on my hands and my heart accelerates fast. They both look like ring boxes but I also know earrings come in a similar box. Either way, I’ve never gotten jewelry before from a man.

  “Erick!” I breathe out.

  “Open this one first,” he says, pointed to one of them.

  My hands are shaking but I take a big breath in and slowly open it. “Oh!” It’s a beautiful engagement ring with a unique green stone.

  He takes the ring out and puts it on my finger, kissing my hand softly. Taking the other box, he kneels down on the bed and asks, “would you wear this for me?” while opening the box.

  “Dios, I, ah… yo…” I’m mumbling in Spanish and English because my eyes can’t believe what they are looking at.

  “Ah… that’s a ring, right?” I stupidly ask.

  “Oh yeah!” he chuckles.

  Taking the towel off my body, he lays me flat on the bed and pulls my legs apart, going down on me. I moan at how incredible it feels. He’s taught me to enjoy him so much when he does that. I raise my legs on instinct and rock on him.

  “Open yourself for me,” he orders.

  “Erick!”

  “Do it,” I’m beyond embarrassed but I reach down with both hands and open myself for him. It feels so much better if that’s even possible.

  “Hmm…” he moans, sucking my clit into his mouth. “Tell me you’ll let me put a ring on you.”

  “Oh!” Stopping he grabs my left hand and sucks my fingers, then engulfs my ring finger until he’s biting down around my engagement ring.

  “I’ll make you feel real good, baby,” he promises before going back to making love to my pussy with his mouth and tongue. Somewhere in my pleasure I think I gave the asshole my consent.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  Erick

  By the end of the day, news of our engagement is all over. Her mama is throwing a big ass party and Mel is giving her a smaller one.

  We end up going to dinner with Justin and Mel just the four of us to enjoy the news. Luckily, she hasn’t brought up the fact that I let myself in last night.

  “So, when are you moving in? I can help you with packing tomorrow if you want,” Mel says to Lolita.

  “Moving in?”

  “To my place, nena,” I answer her.

  “What?” She’s so adorable when she’s confused.

  “I was thinking we need a larger space. My condo has three bedrooms but the extra one is too small and I’m not sure I can turn it into a dark room that easily.”

  “I was thinking about that. Why don’t you move into the condo next to Cynthia’s? She took the smaller one so you’ll have four bedrooms and we can make two of them Lolita’s studio,” Justin suggests.

  Cynthia is his twin sister but she’s still in college and mostly lives up in Massachusetts. That little girl is crazier than Justin but she’s absolutely adorable and easy to love.

  “Hey!” Lolita exclaims.

  “What, baby?” I’m playing stupid and I’m sticking with it.

  “Moving in?” she asks again.

  “Of course, baby. Now that you’re my fiancée, you’re going to have to move in with me. You’re also quitting your job.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Oh-oh!” Mel chuckles.

  “Don’t fight it, Lolita, it’s not worth it. Besides, you hate your job and even though Erick is not as rich as my man here, he’s got the money to support your profession. Of course, I’m thinking you’ll probably make more money than him eventually with your art.”

  “That’s not the point, Mel,” Lolita huffs. Hardheaded woman!

  “Lolita—” Mel starts to say, but I see her security team stand up on alert and I motion to Justin.

  The shot rings out just as I push Lolita to the floor and cover her body with mine. Justin’s security team have their weapons drawn and are securing the restaurant, which is in chaos, patrons screaming with most on the floor.

  “Sir, we need to move you out,” one of Justin’s men says, walking over.

  “Who’s the target?” he asks, helping Mel up.

  “Not clear yet, but the aim was towards Mr. Sullivan.”

  “The Fuck!” I roar, and get Lolita up and towards the exit.

  “Where we going?” I ask Justin once we’re inside the town car and on the road. I still have Lolita in my arms and I need to figure out why she’s so quiet.

  “A secure location until my team figures out who the real target was. You made enemies?”

  “Not that I’m aware of, no.”

  “Lolita, you alright?” Mel asks.

  “You ok, baby?” I second.

  “Who are these men, Mel?” she asks instead and I’m thinking she didn’t know Mel and Justin always have heavy security shadowing them.

  “My shadows, remember?”

  “I thought you were kidding about that,” she says and looks at me, I can see a little bit of shock in her eyes but otherwise she’s doing fairly well.

  “My wife always has a security team on her tail. Always! So do you, since you’re important to her,” Justin answers.

  “What?” both Lolita and I ask.

  “Come on, Erick. You didn’t think I was going to let Lolita’s safety wide open, did you? She’s very important to Mel,” Justin explains.

  “Oh my God! I’m being followed?”

  By the time we get to the secure location, Mel has explained to Lolita just how rich her husband’s father is and how important he is.

  She gets introduced to one of the men who has been shadowing her for almost a year and he apologizes for it but doesn’t sound sorry about it. The man is just doing his job.

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  Erick

  “Erick,” Lolita whispers to me.

  “Yeah, nena?”

  “You think he saw us the other night?”

  “Fuck!” Why hadn’t I thought Justin would put a shadow on her.

  She’s very important to Mel and they are always together which makes her a big target. I had one until I started training with Samson Mayfield and it was no longer needed since I know several defense techniques, carry a concealed weapon and have a tracking devise as well as a panic button on my phone.

  I know Justin always has a shadow thou
gh since he’s Samson Mayfield’s son and I’m sure the mother, Elly, demanded it.

  “They’re paid to only see what they need to see,” I assure her.

  “That doesn’t help,” she mumbles.

  After several hours and several calls from Samson to Justin, we find out neither of us were the target. It was someone else and the man responsible was apprehended already.

  However, this situation made me realize that I need to protect Lolita heavily. I could create enemies with the type of job I do and she’ll be a target.

  “Fuck!” I curse again.

  “What?” Justin asks on the drive back to our building.

  “I’m going to need to double her security,” I tell him.

  “What are you talking about?” Lolita asks.

  “I was going to ask you to move in with me tonight but now I’m afraid I’m going to have to order you so,” I tell her softly.

  “You promised me you wouldn’t be doing that, Erick.”

  “I know, nena. Would you move in with me if I ask you? Would you please move in with me, tomorrow?”

  She groans and starts cursing and babbling in Spanish so I just let her get it out of her system. She learned a lot tonight and I’m sure it’s overwhelming her but since she’s my little Latin warrior, I know she’ll get over it.

  “How about I handcuff you to the bed tonight before I give you my answer?” she says after a while making Mel laugh and Justin groan.

  “Deal!” I’m quick to agree since I’m going to enjoy every second of it.

  ∞

  It takes a few days for us to move in to the larger condo, and for us to decide on what furniture to keep and what to get rid of, both from her side and mine.

  Justin gives me the name of the guy who inked a tattoo on him and Mel. I make an appointment though I wasn’t sure about it since I also need a piercing done on Lolita in a very private location but Justin swears the dude is the best in the business.

  I can’t believe she agree to it, but since we always do things both ways, I’m getting myself a Prince Albert. Damn thing is going to hurt like hell but it’ll be worth it.

  Jason and Cindy are coming down for our engagement party, both for the private one Mel is giving and to Lolita’s mama’s. Mel’s friend; Roxy is also coming down. I like her, she’s feisty and coocoo crazy, though it’s a different type of craziness than the Mayfield’s.

  My parents are also coming down and since I want Lolita to meet them before that, we’re driving to Massachusetts. Woman is anxious as hell.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  Lolita

  “Relax, nena,” Erick says for the tenth time.

  “Easy for you to say,” I mumble.

  “Lolita! They are going to love you. My God! Mom is already asking me when her grandbabies are coming,” he chuckles.

  “What? Why is everyone so obsessed with babies? I understand my mama since she’s Hispanic and that’s all she thinks about. But you and Justin are just crazy. And don’t Americans wait until late in life to start a family?”

  “I don’t know anything about that, but since I’m an only child I’m sure my parents want those babies as soon as possible,” he answers.

  “So, you do want to put a baby in me, like right now.”

  “Sure, what me to pull over?”

  “Ugh!” Asshole just laughs at my predicament. It’s a good thing my papaya is still sore and no way he’s getting anywhere near her until I’ve recovered from the piercing.

  The soreness will also help me get through this meeting and the fact that we’re spending the night in his childhood home.

  I also got a beautiful tattoo on my left lower hip, a small rose with his initials on the stem. My name of course went on his chest, “Property Of Lolita,” he had tattooed on him.

  ∞

  “Oh!” his mother exclaims when she sees me. I’m not sure if this is good or bad since she’s just looking at me. Both her and her husband are the classic American type; white and looking all American to me.

  “Mom. Dad. This is Dolores, my girl. She goes by Lolita. Lolita, these are my parents, Dana and Mike,” Erick introduces.

  “Hi.” Nothing. Alright. “Nice to finally meet you both,” I try again.

  “Mom?” Erick asks and I turn to see him frowning at them.

  “Oh, sweetheart. She’s beautiful,” his mom exclaims and moving forward engulfs me into a tight hug.

  They are for sure what I would call American. Funny since I’m American too because I was born and raised here but since my family is still pretty much Cuban, it’s hard to label ourselves Americans. American has a quiet connotation to it, at least to us.

  We have a quiet dinner where they ask all kinds of questions to get to know me in less than two hours. I do have to admit though; her cooking is to die for. She made lasagna with garlic bread and roasted potatoes.

  Erick finally had to pry ourselves from the living room after dinner where the interrogation had continued. All while sitting in the quietness of the room. Not at all like the introduction Erick got from my family. If there’s no music in the background, it’s not a Hispanic get together.

  Also, meeting the familia means meeting the “familia.” Family means all family, that’s from your parents to grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and anyone else adopted as part of the family.

  “You want a shower?” Erick ask as we enter his childhood room, which is quite a grown-up room with a big bed.

  “Yeah.”

  “Go ahead. I need to check with dad on something. Are you going to be alright?”

  “Of course,” I smile at him.

  He kisses me softly before leaving me to myself and goes out the door. I take a quick shower then dry my hair until it’s nice and shinning. When I come out of the bathroom, Erick is sitting on the bed, looking at me.

  “Ven,” he says softly, beckoning me over. I love it when he uses Spanish words.

  “Hi!” I smile sweetly at him once I’ve straddled his legs on the bed.

  “You really want to get married in September?” he asks.

  “Yeah,” I breathe out.

  “Alright then, I need to tell you something very important.” He’s very serious and I’m a little apprehensive at his seriousness. His easy-going attitude nowhere to be seen.

  Oh God! I hope he doesn’t have a baby somewhere or some disease I haven’t known about yet!

  “Lolita?”

  “Yeah?” I ask with fear in my voice.

  “I’m in love with you.”

  “Qué?” What? I ask in Spanish.

  “I’m in love with you. I love you, nena. So much so, it hurts,” he confesses.

  “Oh!”

  “Oh? Tell me you feel the same. Tell me you love me, though I doubt you can love me as much as I love you. You, my nena, have always been my dream.”

  “I don’t think so, Erick.”

  “What?”

  “I think it’s you who’s been haunting my dreams. You’re the angel who’s been seeking me in my dreams and always looking after me and my soul.” I tell him.

  Grabbing my head with both hands, he brings me down to him for a sweet soft kiss, “you love me, nena?” he asks again.

  “With all my heart,” I assure him, deepening the kiss.

  “Will you marry me, Dolores?”

  “Si!”

  “Tell me,” he breathes out between kisses.

  “I love you, Erick.”

  “Hmm,” he groans. Deepening the kiss, he lays me flat on my back and devours my lips the only way he can.

  My mama’s prediction that the man of my dreams was out there has come true. I guess somewhere in the back of my mind I believed in destiny and I’m so happy destiny chose for me this incredible man.

  The man of my dreams. The god-like angel of my dreams. Because Erick has always been my dream.

  THE END

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