Latin Spice (An older man / younger woman romance novella)

by Mia Madison

  “You smell so good,” Ruben murmured.

  Was he going to do what I thought he might? None of my boyfriends had gone down on me and I figured they were just clueless imbeciles that thought vaginas were inside-out dicks and that fucking was the only form of pleasure. Ruben, in his age, no doubt had so much more experience than them and knew all the little ways to drive a woman mad. He made a sound of approval and dipped his fingers in my panties. He pulled them down and tossed them to the side, baring me completely to him.

  “Coño!” He rasped. “You are going to kill me.”

  I could do nothing but arch my back in silent pleading. Wrapping his arms around my thighs, he held me secure and dipped his head down. The moment his mouth covered my pussy, I gaped and thrust my fingers into his hair. It felt so good, his silky, warm tongue sliding against my most sensitive areas. So much better than fingers… And the sound he made as if he were a dehydrated man drinking his fill… My insides tightened and my pussy clenched. His strong back moved under my feet as he pleasured me with his mouth. I dug my fingers into the silk sheets, needing to hold on to some shred of reality because what he was doing to me was totally not of this world.

  Ruben broke off and looked up my body, his lips parted and shiny with my juices. “Tell me, Priscilla. Do you want me to make you come with my mouth? Or my dick?”

  I gaped. “How the hell am I supposed to make that kind of choice?”

  He laughed, his body shaking. He made the decision for me and crawled up my body, his hips replacing his shoulders. His swollen cock pressed against my thigh and I moaned. Yeah, I so totally wanted him inside me, but I was afraid he might not fit. My hands found his muscular butt and I dug my fingers into his flesh, wanting so very badly to feel his prick taking control.

  “Mhm,” Ruben purred and guided me to his lips. I tasted myself on him, not caring and responded to every lick. As he owned my mouth, he positioned his dick against my pussy and I spread my legs as far as I could, giving him unfettered access. I was so ready for this; totally prepared to be destroyed by this man I’d wanted for so long. He pushed into me, my drenched channel allowing him easy access. An audible gasp escaped my lips as he filled me to capacity, his size shocking. He made a sound that suggested he were in heaven and started moving slow and deep.

  My muscles loosened to accept Ruben and I could do nothing but hold onto him as he pounded into me. He felt so much bigger against me than he had first appeared, every hard muscle sliding against my curves. He demanded more, his fingers tangling in my hair, his lips trailing kissed across my neck. His ass flexed beautifully in my palms as he fucked me hard and without reservation and I was shocked by the noise I made, but Ruben Acosta was a tropical storm of apocalyptic proportions and I had been caught in his path. His own grunts and groans joined mine in a carnal chorus.

  My insides tightened and I clamped down on his cock, needing relief. “Please!”

  He growled like a beast and drilled deeper, his balls slapping against my ass. “Come for me, Priscilla. Let me feel you orgasm around my cock.”

  His erotic words hit the sweet spot and I exploded, my body quaking. The pleasure was insane, and I both wanted it to stop and go on. I held onto him and Ruben groaned as he filled me with hot semen. I held him close as I climaxed, his hard body fitting perfectly against mine. With an expulsion of breath, he collapsed on top of me.

  “Jesus and Mary,” he murmured against my neck.

  I couldn’t help grinning like a mother-fucker, knowing that I’d totally worn him out.

  Chapter Ten

  Ruben

  I managed to slide off Priscilla, my strength sapped. It was as if she had milked every last ounce from me, and though I wanted to stay buried inside her, I knew I’d been rough. As she curled up against me, I held her close, my fingers playing in her long, soft locks. She’d been everything I’d expected and more. The sounds she’d made… the softness of her body… the way she welcomed me into her… it completely blew my mind.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, my voice rough. I was terrified I’d gone too far. I had convinced myself I would be better for her than inexperienced, selfish boys but—

  “Define okay,” she murmured. “I’m not sure if I’m alive still.”

  I rumbled in laugher and slid my hand over her shoulder. She scooted up my body so she could look at me, her eyes shining with the afterglow of great sex. She kissed me, and I returned the gesture, her lips plump and warm.

  “Was I too rough?” I inquired, needing to know. She did something to me, made me lose control.

  Priscilla frowned as if she didn’t understand the question. “No. I liked everything you did. I feel totally and completely awesome. I think I had a lot of frustrations pent up.”

  “Good.” After a moment, I grinned. “You have a way of driving me wild.”

  She smiled on an exhale. “You’re not so innocent yourself, Mister.”

  Her playfulness riled me up and I wanted to go at it again but I was determined to savor every moment with Priscilla. She laid her head on my shoulder as we relaxed, her body fitting perfectly against mine. Her finger traced paths over my tattoos and though it felt nice, I knew she had questions. Especially when she found the scar that cut a line across my abdomen.

  “Seventeen,” I said and cleared my throat. “Knife right to the gut. Hurt like a mother fucker.”

  She tipped her head up to look at me, her eyes big and round. I knew this couldn’t last forever but had hoped I might have a little more time before I told her the truth. I wasn’t going to lie to her. I supposed on some level, I hoped she might run because Lord knew that I couldn’t say no to her and we were going to have to deal with the consequences of what we’d just done.

  “My father wasn’t around a whole lot and Mamma worked two jobs to support me. I spent a lot of time on the streets and joined a gang at thirteen. They had me do small stuff for years like deliver drug packages to their dealers, rip off old ladies and the like. Nothing too hardcore. That’s the gang’s insignia,” I said and pointed to the faded tattoo above my heart. “By fifteen, I was in deep and when my father hurt Mamma one time too many, I went to my leader and asked him to help me get my father gone. We beat him into an inch of his life. I don’t know how to describe the feeling of hurting my own father. A part of me enjoyed watching him bleed, but the other wanted to hug him despite all the black eyes he’d given Mamma.”

  “I’m so sorry,” Priscilla murmured and held me tightly.

  “I never saw him again. Last I heard he was in prison for armed robbery,” I said, hating the quake in my voice. I’d never told James the dirty details of my former life and letting the person I cared for deeply in, was terrifying as fuck. “I won’t tell you all the bad stuff I’ve never done but I didn’t kill anyone. The breaking point was when I accompanied my crew to retaliate against a rival gang for selling drugs on our territory. It was the night I took a knife to the gut. As soon as I was released from the hospital, Mamma fit whatever she could in the car and drove us from Florida up to Chicago. I got my shit together, graduated from high school and got government assistance for college. She got sick—breast cancer—but saw me earn my degree before she died. I was determined to never disappoint her again and stayed straight. Now, here I am.”

  I waited for Priscilla to push away from me and rush out of the door but she cuddled closer and took my face in her hands. She kissed me sweetly and I melted in her gentle arms. After a long minute, I muttered, “You’re still here.”

  “Um…” she passed me a quizzical look. “Cuddle time usually ensues after hot sex.”

  I shook the bed with laughter and it felt good to let loose.

  A flush entered her cheeks. “I stole pricy make-up when I was twelve when I didn’t need to. I was sure I’d be caught but I wasn’t and my parent’s never found out. I felt so bad afterward. I know it’s nothing compared to what you went through but I know you’re not a bad person, Ruben. And I’m so proud of you that you tu
rned your life around. I know your mother would be too.”

  I don’t know why, but Priscilla’s words went right to my heart. I’d never had anyone tell me I was a good person or how proud they were of me. Mamma had always chastised me for doing the wrong thing but had never forgotten to tell me how much she loved me. I pushed Priscilla onto her back and covered her lips with mine, needing to be closer to her. She rewarded me with a feminine laugh. I felt like I had a future to look forward to now that she was in my life. No doubt, there would be hurdles, but I was good at dodging bullets. Besides, Priscilla was entirely worth it and women like her didn’t come around very often. If this meant losing my friendship with James, then so be it.

  Chapter Eleven

  Priscilla

  I held a floral summer dress up to my body and examined it in the mirror.

  I hadn’t seen Ruben all week, but we had talked every night. He’d been busy with work but now that it was Friday, he wanted to take me out. He’d given me instructions to dress nicely, but comfortably and asked if I’d wear heels for him. It was strange, but he made me want to dress up. I’d gone shoe shopping yesterday and had picked out a pair of wedge sandals with Ruben in mind and couldn’t wait for him to see them. I decided the dress would do and slipped into my silk bra and thong. I knew where we would end up tonight and my thighs clenched at the thought.

  I had felt Ruben days after he’d fucked me like a madman and I liked that lingering soreness. It made me feel marked, branded as if I now belonged to him. I couldn’t wait to experience that again.

  Waiting until Mom and Dad were occupied with something in the backyard, I slipped out of the house. I hadn’t figured out how to tell them—Dad, especially—who I was seeing. But I was feeling too good about Ruben to worry about my parent’s reaction right now. As I drove to Ruben’s place, I found myself smiling like a love-struck fool. I had totally scored. Ruben was an amazing guy, the type that many women only dreamed of having and for some reason, he’d picked me.

  As I pulled into the underground parking lot, I spotted Ruben standing next to his expensive car, looking dashing in a pair of jeans and a black dress shirt—casual but sexy. He motioned for me to park and I got out. He was by my side an in instant, his arms holding me close. He kissed me sweetly and I inhaled his natural scent, my body responding to it. I would never look at coffee the same way again.

  “Let me look at you,” he purred and held me at a distance. His eyes lingered on my heels. “They’re brand new, aren’t they?”

  I blushed. “I bought them yesterday.”

  Cocking a brow, he smirked. “For me?”

  I tried not to smile but failed and nodded.

  Male satisfaction crossed his face. “If we didn’t have plans, I’d take you upstairs right now.”

  “Don’t say things like that,” I chastised, my pussy clenching with anticipation.

  “Why not? Does it get you hot?” I could see in his eyes he was teasing, the corners pulling up in amusement.

  “Yes,” I said honestly. He liked that and pulled me back into a cherishing kiss that made me melt. I was so tempted to drag him up to his place myself.

  Our plans ended up being dinner at a fancy restaurant complete with a piece of decadent chocolate cake for my Birthday. He had watched as I devoured the pastry, his eyes dark and focused on me. He’d done that all evening. Female heads had turned in his direction several times and the waitress had bordered on flirty, yet he looked at me as if I were the only woman in the whole place. To round off our evening, we took a walk on the beach. My toes sunk into the cooling sand as we walked hand-in-hand. The sun had disappeared behind the sky-scrapers long ago and the brightest of the stars glittered overhead. The late summer air was comfortable but Ruben was his own source of hotness. He passed me a smile, his chocolate eyes dark with carnal thoughts. I couldn’t describe the feeling of being wanted so desperately invoked.

  “I have to go to New York in a few weeks and I would like you to come with me. It’s only for a couple of days,” he said, his eyes darting all over my face. “Your semester is almost completed, yes?”

  I nodded. “Finals is next week. I’ll have a month of free time after that.”

  “Good.” A smile ticked a this lips as if he were looking forward to sequestering me in his bedroom for an entire month. “I hoped you enjoyed the evening. With my hectic work schedule, I enjoy quiet nights. Don’t tell anyone, but I’m a romantic.”

  I made a zipper motion at my lips. “Of course I did. What girl doesn’t enjoy gloating about other women casting longing looks on her man while he walks out the door with her?”

  Ruben laughed, the sound tightening my body. He kissed my knuckles and pulled me into him by the small of my back. “I only have eyes for you, Priscilla. I cannot describe how you capture me. That might sound cheesy, but it’s the truth.”

  My heart fluttered and I bit my lip innocently. “Can we go back to your place now?”

  He smiled so widely, his pearly-whites showed. “Whatever you want, baby.”

  The drive back to his place seemed longer than it was. I was vibrating with anticipation and his warm palm on my thigh didn’t help. I thought he might wander under my dress, but he didn’t move, his touch a constant reminder of what was to come. I was sure he enjoyed teasing me way too much.

  As soon as we were in the door, he guided me to his bed and kneeled in front of me. He removed my sandals, his eyes alight with satisfaction. When I was barefoot, he pulled me to my feet and took my lips, his tongue commanding. His hands pushed my dress up and he cupped my ass. He groaned against my mouth.

  “You just had to go and wear that, didn’t you?” Ruben rasped as if he were in agony.

  Feeling playful, I cocked my head to the side and pouted my lips out. “What’s the matter? Do you like knowing I was almost naked under my dress?”

  “Don’t tease me,” he purred. “Naughty girls get punished.”

  “Do they?” I wasn’t sure why I’d said that. The idea of punishment for making him lose control was arousing but I’d never done anything like that and wasn’t sure what to expect.

  Ruben cocked a brow and I could see he wanted to go there. His expression was stern as he talked. “Are you sure you know what you’re considering, Priscilla?”

  “I’m not sure. Why don’t you tell me how you’d punish me,” I pushed, my voice sounding thin to my ears.

  “Naughty girls get a spanking.”

  I’d heard the words, but they failed to register in my brain for a moment. An image of myself bent over Ruben’s knees, my ass bared for his hand, flashed in front of my eyes. I wondered if I’d like it. Obviously, he didn’t intend to really hurt me.

  “And don’t look at me like that,” Ruben growled. “It makes me want to spank you just so I can see how you’d react.”

  “So do it.” My heart hammered as his eyes darkened and his jaw ticked. My pussy was throbbing from need. I wanted him inside me but I liked this game we were playing. I smirked at him. “Punish me, Mr. Acosta.”

  I saw the feral beast in his eyes come alive and I nearly orgasmed as he spun me around and roughly removed my dress. He unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor. He took a seat on the bed and pulled me over his knee. A hot thrill went through me and I wanted to beg he fuck me but I knew I’d pushed him too far to stop this now. And I wanted to know what it was like to be spanked in an erotic way.

  Ruben yanked my thong, the string abrading my asshole and I gasped. “All night you were practically naked under your dress. It’s sexy. And infuriating knowing you could have tripped, giving one lucky fucker a view of what belongs to me.”

  My jaw hung open as his words sunk into me. Yes! I was most certainly his and I loved hearing him declare it. I meant to tell him I belonged to him, but his heavy hand came down on my ass. It was shocking, the sound seeming so very loud. He repeated the motion on my other cheek and I wiggled against him as a little tingle started in my butt. He spanked me again and my as
s heated. It was exciting and erotic and I felt free.

  Chapter Twelve

  Ruben

  I hadn’t intended to spank Priscilla. I’d punished women’s behinds before but I’d been teasing when I said I had wanted to spank her. I hadn’t expected Priscilla to ask me for it, however and now that she was over my knees and accepting the spanking as if she liked it, I was in serious trouble.

  My cock was straining in my pants and the tingle across my palm was welcomed. I was torn from wanting to get inside her and watching as her plump ass bounced under my hand. I’d gotten a nice little flush going, the fleshy globes colored beautifully and knowing I’d done that tightened the knot in my balls. And good God… the little gasps and mewls she made when my hand connected with her ass… This woman knew where all my buttons were and was determined to push them simultaneously.

  Rubbing my hand in a circle across her bum, I wondered what was going through her head. I knew her well enough that if she wasn’t comfortable with what I was doing, she’d tell me. “How does that feel?”

  “Tingly and warm,” she muttered.

  “And do you like that?” I pushed, needing to know she was okay with this.

  “Mhm. I learned my lesson, Mr. Acosta.” The tone of her voice let me know she was in a really happy place and my insides bounced with excitement.

  “Good.” I gave her a few more spanks for good measure and threw her on the bed. She bounced and giggled. I stripped naked, my cock heavy and straining. She licked her lips and eyed my dick as if she wanted something specific. I’d whacked off the night before in preparation so I would last longer but with Priscilla, I knew I was in trouble. “Come here, baby. Show me how badly you want me.”