“Yes, Diego,” she whimpered, her voice husky as she shivered from the pleasure assaulting her from my hands and lips.
“Fucking hell,” I grunted. “Hearing you say my name in that voice...fuck.” I squeezed my eyes shut and used one hand to grip the base of my cock, trying to hold back the orgasm threatening to take me under. I couldn’t come yet. Not before she was primed and ready.
“Please, Diego,” Allison moaned. Her hands were fisted together above her head, the knuckles white from her intense grip. “I can’t stand the ache.”
Her words unlocked something inside me. I hadn’t realized I’d been holding back until she was aching for me. For me. Only I could satisfy her needs, and it was as if I suddenly gave myself permission to take her without reservation. Who the fuck cared if I was over twenty years older than her, that I intended to fuck her unprotected, untried, teenage pussy? There was no one outside of us at that moment.
I guided her legs around my waist before lowering down until my body completely covered hers. She was so small compared to me. It made me feel like superman because I would protect her and our children with everything I had. But right now, I wanted nothing more than to bring her the ultimate pleasure.
“It’s going to feel a little uncomfortable, Ali,” I warned her in a gentle tone. “Just keep your eyes on mine and keep breathing, si?”
She met my stare and attempted to take a slow, even breath. I smiled in encouragement and shifted my body so that the tip of my shaft bumped her virgin hole. She tensed, and I kissed her before murmuring, “Relax, nena.”
Allison tried to do as she was told, and when her muscles unclenched, I pushed in until just the fat head was dipped into her wet center. After a couple of beats, when she remained loose, I worked in a little more. I repeated the movement, stilling to let her body stretch to accommodate me whenever she winced. I was going to put in for a fucking medal for the patience I had somehow found.
Then my path was blocked and my cock released a jet of spunk just from knowing I was about to make her mine and only mine. “I’m going to pop your tight cherry, nena,” I growled. “Mine.” Then I kissed her as I jerked my hips forward and broke through the thin barrier, driving in until I was gloved in her pussy from root to tip.
Allison cried out, and I sucked in air as I worked to remain still and let her adjust. I kissed each of the tears that leaked and slipped down her cheeks. “Shhhh, don’t cry, nena. It kills me. It won’t last long. Just relax and feel the pleasure beyond the pain.”
I moved barely an inch and waited to see her reaction.
“Oooooh,” she moaned and her walls clenched, gripping my cock like a vise.
“Fuck!” I shouted. “Oh, fuck, Ali!” With what little sanity I retained, I pulled out as gently as possible. But when I was nearly all the way out, I glanced down and spotted the smear of red mixed with the thick come coating my cock.
She’s mine.
I wanted to shout it from the rooftops, to wipe up her blood and keep it as a souvenir. Proof that I owned her. To some, it was probably sick and twisted, to fixate on her blood as a symbol that she belonged to me. But my obsession with her knew no bounds, and I didn’t give a single fuck what anyone but Allison thought about me. I was going to make sure I had my ring on her fingers and my baby in her belly before she saw the true lengths I would go to in order to keep her.
The possession that welled up inside me, the need to dominate, knowing I’d taken her cherry and made her a woman, it fractured my mind and everything fell away except the feel of her pussy and the determination to fill her to overflowing with my come.
Throwing my head back, I grunted as I thrust all the way in. “Fuck, yes! You’re so damn tight, nena. Oh fuck.”
“Diego...oh, oh, oh! Yes!”
I punched my fists down on the table and dug my toes in for leverage so I could fuck her hard and deep. So. Fucking. Deep. “You’re doing so good, Ali,” I praised through panting breaths. “Your pussy is taking every fucking inch of my cock. Fuck! Fuck!”
The animal I’d been holding at bay unleashed, and I lost myself to the mating instincts. I growled and rutted in her over and over, thinking only of pleasure and breeding my woman.
The tingle at the base of my spine had increased, and my balls were heavy as they drew up, but no way in hell would I would come before her. When I finally released, it would be into her soft, open cervix as her pussy milked my cock and sucked up every last bit of my baby batter. She was going to make me a daddy tonight.
I dropped back onto my heels and grasped Allison’s ass, raising her up at an angle. “Open up for me, nena,” I encouraged her. My voice was raspy from the tight clenching of my jaw as I fought to keep my orgasm at bay. Gently, I pulled her legs from around my waist and placed them on the table before bending them at the knee and pushing them as far apart as they would go. “Fuck, yes. You’re so damn perfect.”
Sweat was running down my face in rivulets as I pounded into her, going even deeper in this position. I kept her hips elevated in my hands to make sure that nothing slipped out. “I want to see your pretty pussy while I own it with my cock, Allison,” I grunted. “Show me.”
She looked a little unsure, so I let her go to reach up and took her hands, then I brought them to my lips to kiss the back of each one before guiding them down to her sex. “I want to see what belongs to me. Hold it open, nena.”
Allison looked fucking gorgeous with her skin flushed pink with passion, glistening with sweat, and her eyes dark with need. But even with the color from our exertions, I spotted the blush that stained her cheeks with crimson as she followed my instructions.
My hands went back to her ass, raising her up again so her pussy was tilted just right. I watched my cock sliding in and out of her pink, swollen pussy, coming out shiny with her arousal and near to bursting with come. I took mental pictures so I could experience this moment again and again, forever. “Malditamente bella,” I breathed. So fucking beautiful.
Allison’s back arched and she moaned, one of her fingers creeping up toward her clit. “No,” I growled, lightly smacking her hand. “That’s mine.” Her eyes widened with surprise, but the fire in them increased. “Does that make you hot, Ali? Does the thought of me spanking your sexy ass or your needy pussy make you wet?”
She didn’t have to tell me. I could see her juices gushing around my thick shaft. The image of her white skin marked with my handprint sent me hurtling to the edge. “I need you to come, nena. I’m going to stuff you full of my cream, and you’re going to take it all,” I growled my command as I dipped a finger into her asshole. Her muscles clenched in shock and the walls of her pussy strangled my dick so tight I winced at the pain. But fuck, it hurt so damn good. “Yes!! That’s it, nena. Fight me, don’t let me pull out. Oh, fuck yeah, nena. Yes! Fuck!”
I was teetering, about to fall, so I moved the same hand between her legs and curled a finger around her clit. The little bud was hard and swollen, peeking out from its hood to beg for attention.
“Diego!” Allison shouted when I rubbed my thumb across her nerve center, then cried out again when I returned to circling it. “Please! I need you.”
I rubbed her clit hard as I slammed into her two more times, then slapped her pussy, and she threw her head back, screaming my name as she splintered apart. “Oh, yes! Diego!”
“Fuck, Ali!” I bellowed. Son of a bitch. I’d never felt anything like the ecstasy rolling over my body as she came on my cock. She clamped down, and her walls pulsed, massaging my dick and throwing me over with her.
I buried myself as deep as possible, and jets of thick, creamy seed exploded from my cock. My body bent over hers, and I held her hips plastered to mine as I released over and over and over. It was as if I’d been storing it all for her and now I was filling her with years and years’ worth of come. I didn’t want it to end. The tip of my cock had been bumping her cervix with each thrust, and I rocked into her a little, pushing on it to keep it open. The more her
womb accepted, the more likely she would get pregnant.
When at last I was empty—or had simply lost the energy to keep going—I collapsed on top of her, though I was careful to take the brunt of my weight on my elbows so I wouldn't crush her. I was only mildly surprised that my dick was still hard as steel, and my girth sealed her hole tight, protecting her from losing any of my come.
“If that didn’t work,” I mumbled as I rested my forehead in the valley between her tits, “I’ll be shocked. But I’ll keep trying until it does.” I turned my head and laid my cheek on her plump breast, darting my tongue out to taste her rapidly hardening nipple. I loved that I could hear the beat of her heart increasing, assuring me that I affected her as much as she did me.
Allison’s short, choppy breathing was slowly evening out, and she giggled. “If that was broken, I don’t know if I can survive it when it’s working.”
A chuckle rumbled in my chest, and I gave her a quick hug and a kiss on each nipple before reluctantly withdrawing from her heat. I should have waited until we were in my bungalow so we could simply fall asleep, still intimately joined. But since I had lost control and fucked her like a horny teenager, we needed to get dressed and make our way to my bed, where I intended to spend more time between her silky thighs.
She mewled at the loss, and I smiled as I scooped her into my arms. “Let’s get to a bed and some privacy, then you can have it back,” I promised with a wink.
6
Diego
I woke up with the biggest smile on my face. My life made sense this morning. I had a purpose beyond growing my business and bank accounts. I was growing my family.
When we’d returned to the room last night, I’d run her a bath, and then I'd checked her pussy to see if she was sore and needed to rest. She’d been a little red but had assured me that she wasn’t in pain. Still, I decided to wait a day before making love to her.
I should have known better. Once she’d rubbed her wet, naked body against my cock in the bath, I’d taken her again right there. Then I’d dressed her in one of the negligees I’d bought for her and told her she needed to rest. After retrieving the room service order form, I’d asked her what she’d like in the morning. Once that was done and slipped under the door, I’d climbed into bed and pulled her into my arms. She’d wiggled her sweet little ass against me, and I’d groaned. “Sleep, Ali. We’re going to sleep and nothing more tonight.”
“How about in the morning?” she’d asked with a playful wink, her dimples digging deep into her cheeks.
I’d laughed and brushed a kiss over her cheek. “We’ll see how you’re feeling then.”
“Okay,” she’d answered with an adorable pout in her tone. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
But when she’d reached for me in the night, I couldn’t say no. Afterward, I’d curled myself around her, and we were drifting off again when I’d felt a surge of love hit me stronger than I’d been experiencing since the first day I saw her. I’d nuzzled my nose in her neck and inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with her mouthwatering scent.
“I want to take you home tomorrow, Ali,” I’d whispered. “To introduce you to my family. They are going to love you.”
She hadn’t responded, and I kissed her shoulder. “Allison, nena?” I realized she’d fallen asleep, so I decided to rest with her, and we’d make plans in the morning.
I stretched and was surprised Allison wasn’t still wrapped up in my body. She must have gotten up early and let me sleep because the other side of the bed was cold. Normally, I didn’t sleep that hard—or so late. It was just past ten in the morning—but after days of watching her and wanting her, finally having my girl in my arms had made me feel more content than any other time I could remember.
“Bebé,” I called as I rolled up into a sitting position. Looking around, I didn’t see any sign of her, but it wasn’t like she’d brought much with her to my bungalow, so I tried not to panic. She was probably taking a bath since she was bound to be sore after last night. I climbed out of the bed and padded over to the en suite bathroom. The door was shut, so I knocked lightly before turning the knob. “Buenos dias, ne—” I frowned at the quiet, empty room. Had she gone back to her old room to get her things? I’d told her last night I would help her move this morning.
If she’d gone to do it herself, I was going to spank her pretty little ass. She shouldn’t be lifting things in her condition.
As I grabbed my pants up from where they’d been tossed on the floor, the panic began to creep in. What if something had happened to her? Was she hurt? Had someone taken her? My wealth put a huge fucking target on my back, but I’d figured putting security on her could wait until we went home.
I jogged down the path that would take me to her bungalow, my speed increasing with every step. As I approached it, I scanned it for signs of life as well as anything that might indicate foul play.
“Ali,” I shouted as I hopped up the last step to the porch. I pounded on the door and called her name again. When no one answered, I tried the knob, and it twisted open. We would be having a serious chat about taking safety precautions, even with a detail on her.
A quick scan showed that no one was in the room. In fact, there was no sign that anyone was even staying there. My eyes narrowed as I took in the bare tables and lack of clothes in the closet. The possibility she had left floated through my mind, and at first, I rejected it. I knew she’d felt the connection between us, that there was something special and worth dying for. I’d poured every bit of my love for her into each kiss, every touch, saying it without words over and over.
I stalked to the phone on a little writing desk and snatched up the receiver. It would automatically dial the operator if I gave it time, but I punched in the number for the day manager.
When he answered, I growled, “Brian, it’s Diego Sanchez.”
“Si, Mr. Sanchez. Cómo puedo ayudarte?”
“The occupants of this room, where are they?” I replied in Spanish.
“Um, I shouldn't give out—”
“Brian, if you want to keep your job, tell me where the fuck Allison is.” My voice was low and held a thread of steel. I was not messing around, and if that meant throwing my weight around as the new owner, so be it.
“Yes, sir.” He paused, and the sound of clicking filled the silence until a minute later when he said, “They checked out this morning.”
What in the actual fuck? When I got my hands on her again, I was going to blister her ass before I reminded her who she belonged to with a good, hard fuck.
“Flight information?” I barked.
He recited the information they’d provided in order to use the shuttle to the airport, and I filed it away before thanking him curtly and hanging up.
Anger was festering inside me, and I wouldn’t rest easy until my girl was in my arms again, but the corners of my lips tipped up because I had the upper hand. I should have guessed that Allison and Charlie had flown in on a private plane. And, as luck would have it, I happened to own that particular airport.
I hurried back to my room and picked up my cell phone, intent on calling and grounding their plane, but when the screen lit up, I saw at least twenty messages from my family and ten missed calls. I was torn about what to handle first. Allison would always take priority, except I knew, even though I wasn’t there to see to her personally, she would be taken care of and protected by her family. I needed to do the same for mine.
My mother didn’t pick up, so I left her a quick message. “Mamá llámame.”
Next, I tried the oldest of my five sisters. Still nothing. I was about to move on to the next when my phone vibrated with an incoming call from my brother. “Miguel,” I answered. “What’s going on?” I asked him, slipping into Spanish like I always did with my family.
“Papá is in the ICU.”
“What?”
“He had a stroke and fell. When he landed, he broke a rib, and it punctured his lung.” Miguel went on to explain some more,
his voice trembling with suppressed tears.
I started running around the room as I listened, gathering everything in sight and throwing it into a suitcase—including the things I’d bought for Allison. Though I noticed she’d taken the nightgown she’d worn last night and the shirt I’d worn to dinner. It gave me a little comfort to know she would have something of mine so close to her.
“I’ll be there in thirty,” I promised while jogging out the door of the bungalow. After I hung up with him, I called the valet to make sure my car was already pulled up when I arrived.
As instructed, my Phantom was idling by the curb, and I put a hundred dollar bill in the valet’s hand as I rushed by him. In minutes, my bag was in the car, and I was racing off to the hospital.
* * *
“Put me through to Jonah Carrington,” I commanded. My tone was harsher than I’d intended, but I was exhausted, worried, and Allison was a country away from me. I didn’t have the energy to be patient or cajoling. “Tell him it’s Diego Sanchez,” I informed the receptionist before she could say anything about appointments or him being busy or whatever the fuck excuse she came up with to put me off.
“But—”
“Do. It.”
She was silent for a beat. “Hold, please.”
Music started playing in my ear, and I ground my teeth together to keep from throwing my phone across the waiting room.
My father was still in critical condition, and my mother and siblings were beside themselves. I’d walked into the hospital, and they had handed the situation over to me. It had taken some throwing my weight around before they got a doctor to come out and give us some real information. Despite being in the ICU, his prognosis, barring any complications, was positive. After grilling the doctor for the better part of half an hour, I sent him scurrying back through the swinging doors that led to patient rooms.
My sisters had gone to the cafeteria to get some lunch, and my brother was holding our mother as she silently wept with her head on his shoulder. I hated that I couldn't fix it. Hated that I couldn't take away her pain. And fuck, I missed my woman. It had been four days since I’d woken up to find her gone.
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