Emotions tore through me, my skin prickling with heat as my empty pussy clenched and my gaze unwillingly went to Ramón’s pants, where I could see the outline of his thick erection testing the limits of the material.

I salivated at the sight, and a little tiny orgasm fluttered across my clit, if that was even possible.

All I knew was I was so mad at him, and for good reason, but at the same time I wanted to fuck him so bad I was ready to chew these ties off my wrists and jump him.

A low growl escaped me, and I flushed with embarrassment, hoping he’d think I was just clearing my throat as he stripped his shoes, then socks and finally pants off. This left him in only a pair of deep hunter green boxer briefs that more than revealed the thick shaft I knew would fill me the way I needed.

And boy did I need. My blood seemed to move differently through my body, centering on my pussy which felt uncomfortably swollen. Like I’d been using a vibrator for ages and I was oversensitive. But I hadn’t even been touched. All Ramón had to do was look at me and I got wet between the legs.

When he briefly ran his fingertips down my slit, I let out a moan that was downright pitiful.

“Ramón.” Embarrassment mixed with my pleasure as I realized how pathetic I sounded.

“I know, mami.”

The soft laughter in his voice irritated me.

“It’s official, you’ve given me blue bean with all your cock teasing.” He leaned over me, then hid his face in my neck and laughed while I scowled. “Get off me.”

“You’re killing me, sweetheart. Just shush and let me take care of you. Be a good little girl.”

Suspicion flashed through me and I growled, “I’m not into Daddy play. That’s Hannah and Leo’s thing.”

Above me, Ramón froze. “How do you know that?”

I rolled my eyes. “Do you seriously think Leo and Hannah can fuck, with their bedroom wall adjoining mine, and not be freaks? Nope. I have to hear them all damn night, and let me tell you, Hannah can yowl as loud as a cat and it’s usually ‘Daddy’ when she does it, so yeah, I know about their bedroom antics. Every time I hear anyone say the word ‘Daddy’ in a song, or on TV, or in a video, I shudder. They’ve traumatized me. I have a ‘Daddy’ trigger now. So, no, I’m not into that. If you are, well—I guess I can call you my cousin. We could be like fifth cousins four times removed, so it wouldn’t be weird, but you can pretend in your head that we’re first cousins. But, like, by marriage. You know what? I’m over explaining this. I just…maybe you should gag me because I’ve evidently lost my mind.”

His mouth twitched once, then twice, and the anger broke from his face as he laughed until he’d collapsed on top of my spread body, his face buried in my breasts while he laughed so hard he snorted.

The absurdity of the situation rolled through me, and I wanted to reach out and hold him, but the stupid bastard had me tied up with his freaking neck ties of all things.

My amusement drained away as heat began to build in my core. I became very conscious of Ramón’s weight, his solid male mass pressing me into the mattress.

“Don’t worry, mi amor, I’m not into any of that shit. I’m into you—however, whenever, and wherever I can get you. I’m gonna live in your pussy.” To emphasize this statement, he settled firmly between my legs, spreading me wider than I’m used to in order to accommodate his mass. “I’ve been holding off because I know, without a doubt, once I’ve had you, I will never let you leave my side. Do you understand?”

No, I didn’t understand shit. The only thing I could think about was how amazingly awesome his pelvis felt against my swollen sex as he pressed his thick, gorgeous cock against me. My body was out of control, begging for this man in a way that dominated my thoughts, stripped away a layer of civility and left me in a raw, exposed state. Instinctively, I fought the loss of control, and fear tried to mix with my arousal, but Ramón wouldn’t let it take hold.

Rolling his hips so our bodies, separated by thin pieces of silky material, ground together in the most delicious manner, he whispered my name in a way that gave me chills. I wanted nothing between us, wanted him inside of me, easing this terrible empty feeling that seemed to consume me. I couldn’t even think past my body anymore, more than eager to just take the mind-numbing pleasure he offered me.

I loved the feel of his weight on me, his scent filling my nose, the sheer power of his presence blanketing me in an odd mixture of lust and comfort.

He licked along my neck then growled, “You particularly attached to these leggings?”

“I borrowed them from some of the clothes Leo brought here for Hannah.”

At the mention of my friend, tears filled my eyes and Ramón made a pained noise. “No, baby, no. Please, no sadness. Not now.”

“Everything’s so confusing. I don’t understand anything anymore. The whole world has gone crazy.”

“Look at me,” he commanded in such a serious tone that I stopped my sniffling pity party and stared up at him. “You have me. I’m your anchor; I’m your rock. I will never let you down, ever. When you’re ready to give yourself to me, I want you to know that I will take care of you.”

“Ramón,” I whispered as his cock stroked me. “We—”

My words choked off in a pinched gargle as he clasped his hand around my throat hard enough that my pulse leapt and my clit twitched. He wasn’t hurting me, he was owning me with this gesture. I might have protested, but his other hand was busy ripping open the crotch of my leggings, exposing my dripping wet pussy to the cool air. When Ramón rubbed the tip of his finger on my clit, my back arched, and I would have shouted out if I’d been able to past his grip.

Looking me right in the eye, he rubbed my throbbing clit slowly, up and down. “No more lip from you, brat. Got it?”

I nodded, and when he released his hand, I gasped and tried to grind onto his hand. “Please, more. No more fingers, no more tongue. I need your dick.”

His chuckle was downright menacing as he cocked his head and examined me, his gaze heavily lidded with lust. “It’s cute you think you get to tell me what to do. While I may not be your Daddy, I am your man, and you need to understand what I mean when I say that.”

“I’m tired of talking. Please, I need you.”

“I know you do, and I’m going to give it to you, I promise. But there’s something you should know, something fucked up, but important.”

Dread filled me, but my hips still twitched with the need to be filled. “What?”

He leaned down and to my shock, pulled a knife from beneath the bed. “I am into some kinky shit.”

Staring at the big, sharp blade with the dull black grip, I licked my lips, nervous but also curious. “What do you plan on doing with that?”

“Cutting your clothes off with it.”

“Why?”

“First, because I don’t want to untie you. Seeing you here, smelling your juicy pussy in the air, feeling you…it’s like a dream come true.”

“You have some very kinky dreams.”

He grinned, then something chilling flashed through his gaze. “You have no idea.”

Flipping the knife in the air, he caught it by the hilt without looking, playing with it for a moment before lifting the slightly torn crotch of my pants away from my body.

As he carefully began to slice through the stretchy fabric, he started talking softly, gently, as he stared at my pussy, “I like doing things like this because it shows how much you trust me, and that makes me feel ten fucking feet tall. Being your man, knowing your mine…owning you, is what gets me off.”

Air drafted over my now entirely exposed sex and Ramón made a sympathetic noise. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re so swollen. That poor pussy needs some love. I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t know it was that bad.”

I let out a little shriek as he casually tossed the knife at the thick wood bedpost, where it stuck perfectly in the middle with a solid thunk.

Before I could look at Ramón, my eyes rolled back in my head as he gave my pussy one long, excruciating lick that ended with a light, thrumming suck on my clit.

I turned my head to the side, cheek pressed to the sheets as my overheated body exploded in a throbbing orgasm that had me jerking in both shock and pleasure. Ramón stroked my body while he nibbled my inner thighs and praised me for coming so hard. I would have laughed if I wasn’t floating in a soft, decadent cloud of release, the rush of endorphins so massive I was tingly from my scalp to my toes.

“Joy?”

I scrunched my nose, but didn’t bother to reply, too busy enjoying my high.

“If you want my cock, you’ll open your eyes.”

At the mention of his dick, my eyelids slowly lifted. I was treated to the sight of Ramón, naked, stroking his thick shaft. The pink head of his cock, with its big gold ring piercing, gleamed with his pre-cum. It’s crazy, I know, but I swear I could smell that moisture on the swollen head of his shaft, like I could taste his pheromones in the air. A scent that assured me he was a big, virile male animal capable of taking care of me and giving me healthy babies.

Done with being denied, I looked him dead in the eyes and said, “Ramón, please, make me yours. I want to yours, and I want you to be mine. No more teasing, please, make love to me.”

His whole body relaxed, then tightened again. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

He was so hard that when he lowered himself between my thighs, he didn’t need to use his hand to tease around the opening of my pussy. “Jesus, mami, you’re so hot down there. Wet and slippery. Love watching those pretty butterfly lips of your pussy rub my dick.”

I jerked at the restraints, wanting to touch his big chest, to run my fingers over the soft hair covering his tattoos. “Ramón, untie me.”

He grinned, then freed my right arm. “One hand.”

I didn’t argue, instead I reached up and curled my hand around the back of his neck, bringing him down so I could kiss him.

The moment our lips met, he began to breech me with his blessedly large dick, the oversized gold ring a different, harder pressure inside my softness. It made me so aware of how deep he was pushing into me, how far he’d penetrated me. My whole body shook as he just kept going, and we panted against each other’s mouths as he finally, finally planted himself all the way inside of me.

I whined, the feeling of him filling me a confusing mixture of pain and pleasure as my body contracted around him.

“Oh my God,” Ramón groaned out, pulling his hips back then thrusting forward again in with a grunt. “You are so tight. Gonna have to stretch this pretty cunt out.”

All I could do was moan as he thrust in and out, slowly, each sensual move ending with him grinding his pelvis expertly against my clit. I raked my hand down his back and he freed my other, but kept my legs open wide as he fucked me. I wondered why he didn’t untie all of me, but could give a shit less as he continued to give me exactly what I needed. With an unusual amount of aggression, I thrust my hips as much as I could against him, my teeth clenched as my orgasm roared over me, my head thrashing until he buried a hand in my curls and fisted it, making me hold still, making me take it.

I tried pushing him away, my body quivering as the waves of the orgasm were triggered again, and I came hard on his cock while he pounded into me, wailing his name.

“That’s it,” he snarled. “Take it, take me. You want my come in your tight little pussy? I want to feel it splash inside of you. Bet you’re so sensitive right now you would be able enjoy every twitch of my cock, bathing you with my cum.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

My words came out slurred, but I hoped he understood me as I spasmed around him, so turned on by the thought of him releasing inside of me I was sinking my nails into his ass and holding him to me.

Ramón placed a series of stinging bites along my neck. “That makes you hot, doesn’t it? The thought of me giving your sweet pussy my cum. Tell me you want it.”

Words were beyond me at this point because he’d began to increase his pace, the relentless drive of his hips making my whole body burst into pleasure.

“Tell me you want it,” he repeated.

“Yes!” I screamed as I began to climax again, my cry ragged. “Come with me.”

I collapsed against the bed as he did as I begged, finally giving me what he’d promised. With each shuddering pulse of my release rippling along his length, he filled me up with bursts of his seed, and the desperate way he chanted my name made my heart sing. Clasping him to me, I moaned softly as what felt like a climax aftershock washed through my thoroughly used sex. Inside of me, Ramón twitched in response, then began to grow hard inside of me…or maybe he never went soft in the first place.

I got lost in that feeling and closed my eyes, savoring the soft roll of his hips as he began to fuck me again.

I don’t know how he did it, but suddenly my feet were free, and he flipped us around so I was on top.

The abrupt shift in positions drove him deeper into me than before, and I flinched as he went too far.

Instead of pulling back, he held me in place as I squirmed. “Told you, sweetheart, we’re going to stretch you out.”

“Ramón, it’s too much.”

“Give your body a chance.” He gently rubbed my clit with his thumb as his other hand squeezed my hip. “That’s it.”

I looked down to where his tattooed, rough and battered hand played between my legs, the contrast of his dark pubic hair against my blonde. My pussy seemed so pink against his skin and the sight of him rubbing my clit sent a rush of hard desire through me. Suddenly the too much inside of me became just right, and I seemed to melt around his cock.

“That’s my girl,” he encouraged. “Now ride me.”

As I did, I looked at Ramón. To my surprise, he gave me this big, beautiful smile. I’d never seen anything like it. My chest ached in an odd, but pleasurable way. Happiness radiated from him, and he cupped my face with his gentle hands as I smiled back at him.

“So, beautiful,” he murmured, “never even imagined a girl as pretty as you could exist.”

My usual protests had no place in my mind as his piercing hit my g-spot.

“Ramón,” I gasped with a shiver.

In one easy move, he flipped us over so I was on my back. “Wasn’t kidding when I said your pussy was made for me, just like my cock was made to make you cum.”

Throwing my legs over his shoulders, he angled my hips, then began to plunge into me. It only took him a few strokes to find the right position, and once he did, his piercing worked my g-spot like nothing I’d ever felt. I screamed through clenched teeth as my body strained to release, but with Ramón’s thick cock stretching me, I didn’t get my usual stream of fluid, only a little bit-just enough to give me the sensation of cumming without the full climax. Strange moans were coming from deep in my chest, and I would have been embarrassed if Ramón wasn’t obviously loving the fuck out of each one.

“Get me wet,” he whispered. “Push out and soak my cock while I fuck you.”

I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders as much as I could, and met him thrust for thrust until I swear I could feel my orgasm starting from the base of my spine and exploding outwards.

This time I did as he asked, straining against his hold. He continued to fuck me while praising me for being such a good, dirty girl.

Gripping my hair, he forced my head back so he could stare at me. “Tell me you’re mine.”

My words came out thick as my brain continued to send out blissful bursts of pleasure. “I’m yours, Ramón.”

His lids came down and his whole face tightened, the muscles on his body all seeming to flex at once as he drove into me. He shivered hard, his cock throbbing, as he released yet another load into my already full pussy.

I was on the pill, so I wasn’t worried about a baby, and I knew Ramón would never endanger me. He was the first man I’d ever had sex with bareback, and the intimacy it created between us was like nothing I’d ever experienced. After he was done, he gently pulled out, and I couldn’t help but wince. I felt used, wonderfully used, but used nonetheless. My poor sex was so sore.

“Hold on,” Ramón murmured, giving me a kiss before going into the bathroom.

When he returned, he cleaned me up with a soft washcloth, then somehow stripped the bedding and remade it without really disturbing me. He just rolled my sleepy body from one side of the bed to the other. I was so zoned out, just a limp bag of unprotesting bones, and I couldn’t have cared less what he did with me. Euphoria wasn’t a strong enough word for this high. I could only sigh in complete relaxation when he finally turned off the lights, turned on the ocean sound machine, and pulled me next to him.

I cuddled against his big frame like we’d been doing it all our lives. Moving pillows around until I was comfortable, I couldn’t resist giving Ramón a little nuzzle and some tender kisses. His happy sigh made me smile in the dark, and as he covered us up and stroked my body, I drifted off in the safety of his adoring arms.

 

It was late at night when I stirred again. After bumbling around in the dark then answering the call of nature, I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror in equal parts horror and amusement.

I had hickies all over my breasts.

While I’d known he was biting and sucking at my breasts with the reverence of a true tit man, I hadn’t realized at the time how rough he’d been.

How absolutely, deliciously rough. I had beard burn on my inner thighs, and my body still bore signs of the beating I’d had mere days ago. For a moment I tensed, waiting for a surge of panic at the brutal memories, but the knowledge that Ramón was in the other room helped me to relax. Even my paranoia couldn’t argue with the fact that Ramón was all kinds of badass. He reeked testosterone and his pheromones were strong enough to make any woman putty in his hands.

With a sigh, I took a moment to brush my teeth, and was in the process of drying my mouth when Ramón appeared behind me in the mirror, nude and aroused.

I was reminded of my own naked state when he rubbed his cock against my back, our height difference making me stand on my tiptoes to try and get that dick where I wanted it.

When he moved my hair over to the side and began to kiss my neck, I shivered.

“You look so beautiful right now,” he gave my speeding pulse another kiss as tingles spread through me like wildfire. “I’m so fucking lucky you’re mine.”

I manage to gather myself enough to say, “You’re darn right you are. I wanted to leave, but your mom wouldn’t let me!”

“She wouldn’t let you?”

“No.” I pushed back at him. “She got me a massage, then made this lovely dinner and special dessert for me. It would have been rude to leave.”

I burst of hot air brushed my neck as Ramón snorted. “Were there handcuffs involved?”

“No! But I wanted to leave after that shit with Fernando. I really did, but somehow after talking to her, I found myself taking a nap, then getting rubbed down by some big woman with the best hands I’ve ever felt in my life.”

To my amusement he got angry. “Were her hands better than mine?”

“You moron.” I elbowed him in the stomach and met his stormy gaze in the mirror with a giggle. “She was like your mom’s age.”

Right away, he mellowed. “That’s fine then.”

I tried to squirm out of his grasp. “So glad I have your approval.”

He took a step back, then grabbed a towel and spread it on the countertop before picking me up like a little doll and seating me on the counter so he could stand between my legs, his cock nestled against my pussy and belly.

“No man gets to touch you.”

I wiggled my hips. “No woman gets to touch you.”

He rubbed his nose against mine with a content hum. I inhaled the scent of him, his naked body too tempting to resist. I ran my hands over his hard shoulders, tracing the hollow of his collarbone, then placed a kiss over his heart. I spent a moment there, with my head pressed to his chest, listening to it beat. The sound, the heat of him, soothed me. When he pulled me close into a hug, I let myself absorb some of his endless strength. It had been a long, trying day, after a series of trying days, and I was both physically and mentally exhausted.

“Fernando is suicidal,” I whispered, my voice carrying oddly in the large bathroom.

“I know,” Ramón whispered back, grief thick in his voice. “I need to tell you something. It is very, very important that you realize what I’m about to share is something you can never tell anyone, or talk about with anyone outside of my family. I need your word, Joy.”

I leaned back enough to look at him, searching his serious face before nodding slowly. “Of course, Ramón. Whatever you tell me will stay strictly between us.”

He took in a deep breath, his massive furred chest expanding as his hands came to rest on my hips again. This time it wasn’t to grope or squeeze, but rather just to hold on. I wrapped my legs around his trim waist and tried to not notice how sexy he was, and the fact that his fat shaft was splitting my pussy lips.

Taking a strand of my hair between his fingers, he focused on the corkscrew curl as he spoke, “Remember how I told you about people being after my family for money?”

At my nod, he proceeded to tell me a tragic tale about Fernando’s evil wife selling her son Jason to a rival cartel, where the five-year-old was tortured and killed, all for money. The depth of her betrayal rocked my soul. I found myself holding back sobs as Ramón broke in my arms, his tears wetting my skin as he clung to me. Great shudders wracked his frame, and I did my best to sooth him, giving him everything he needed. If I wasn’t falling in love with him already, this moment in his palatial bathroom, naked as the day I was born, comforting him did it.

His trust…humbled me. I couldn’t think of a better word for it. Without a doubt Ramón was not a man who opened up easily. I think he might have a split personality, but both sides of him seemed to adore me, so things could be worse. Looking on the bright side of life was a skill my abuela had taught me right before she passed away. She said I needed to stop looking for the darkness in life, but for the blessings instead. I’d been seventeen at the time, and miserable, but her words made me think that maybe I needed to take a step back from my drama and really examine the situation.

Even though it had pained him, Ramón opened up to me, and I recognized how important that was. He for sure wasn’t the kind of guy who let just anyone into his life. No, I got the impression he had those he considered family, a few close friends, and that was it. The rest of the world wasn’t to be trusted. I could see where he’d gotten it from. His mother was the same way. Protecting Fernando at all costs, doing everything she could to keep him safe. A woman like that probably took the betrayal just as hard as her son.

I took in a shuddering breath and continued to gently massage Ramón’s back. Bit by bit, he softened under my touch. When our lips met, his were swollen from his tears. Our kiss was unbearably gentle, and I tried to give him everything. To figure out a way to let him know I really understood the value of his trust.

“When I was thirteen,” I said in a low, choked voice, “I thought about killing myself.”

Ramón instantly stood at full attention, his gaze boring into me. “Mi carina. Why? Was it that bitch sister of yours?”

“Her…and my cousin Barb killed herself around that time. Some asshole Barb had dated had videotaped them having sex and posted it for everyone to see. She was destroyed, her life became a living hell. Even her parents were mad at her, and it wasn’t her fault. Because she was a girl, she became a whore in the world’s eyes while he was seen as some kind of stud.”

“Who is he?”

“It doesn’t matter. What does matter is, when I found out she’d done it, I was jealous of her. How fucked up is that? See, at the time my sister Brittney was making my life hell at home. My mother and my abuela had gotten into a fight over something, something stupid, and as a result my big sister had to watch us after school until my dad got home. Without my abuela there to run interference, things got really bad with Brittney.” I drew in a deep breath. “She hated me. Her boyfriend had tried to get her to talk me into doing a threesome with them. I was thirteen and had…well, all this. The next day, a boy she had a crush on at school asked her to hook me up with him. From that point on, she detested me, considered me competition in everything.”

“Would you be upset if I killed your sister?”

I gave a weak laugh. “No. It’s cool. See, when I was sixteen, my mom sent Hannah and me to stay with my abuela for the summer. I think she was catching on that my big sister was being a huge bitch and was trying to keep the peace. That summer, Hannah and I soaked up all the love my abuela had to offer. She babied us, took care of everything, and made sure we knew how much she cared for us.”

“She sounds wonderful.”

I reached behind him and grabbed a towel, but Ramón took it from me and began to gently wipe my face as I continued my story. “Totally. Don’t get me wrong, we weren’t lazy around her house. She felt like she had to cram all the knowledge of how to be a proper woman into our heads in three months. So Hannah and I got a crash course in how to be a Puerto Rican housewife. Some of it was crazy shit that I’ll never do, but it was fun to learn. I know how to can my own vegetables, can make any kind of fruit jam you want, and can cook dozens of traditional Latin dishes. I can also kind of sew, know how to do a flower arrangement, and how to treat a husband…in the bedroom. Let me tell you, those lessons were awkward.”

“I bet. She give you the birds and the bees speech?”

“No, my conservative 75-year-old grandmother gave us the ‘how to make sure your husband is happy’ speech.” He gave a mock grimace, and I nodded. “Yeah.”

“That’s just wrong.” He rubbed his own face briskly with the towel, then tossed it on the floor.

“Hey, put that in the hamper.”

Rolling his eyes, he opened the drawer between my legs and pulled out a tube of ointment with a prescription label on it. “Relax, my mom has an army of maids.”

“Spoiled.”

He gave me a roguish wink that went right to my sore lady bits, then began to open the tube.

“What’s that?” After twisting the cap off and placing it on the counter, he squeezed out a long line of what looked like Vaseline. “Is that lube?”

“No, it’s not lube.” He swiped the gel between my labia and I hissed as it initially burned, then sighed when it eased into a low heat that felt really good.

Really, really good.

Warm.

Tingly.

With wide eyes I breathed out, “What is that?”

“Experimental healing compound from our lab in El Salvador. It will accelerate the healing of your tender little pussy. I’m afraid I was too rough with you, and I’m sorry I hurt you. Don’t worry, I’ll fuck that tenderness out of you so you can play with the grownups.”

I bit the side of his neck lightly. “Can you not go five minutes without being an asshole?”

His chuckle warmed my already tingling clit further as he massaged my labia, making my eyes roll back in my head. “Shhhh, mami. Let me take care of you.”

By take care of me, he meant let him finger fuck me to three hard orgasms before I finally melted into a puddle on the sink.

I was barely aware of him cleaning my body, but I had flashes of almost waking up then drifting off as he hummed while he cared for me, or sang in a low, beautiful voice.

“Should'a been a rock star,” I muttered as I leaned into his chest while he carried me.

“Nah, not the life for me.”

I surfaced again once he had us arranged for sleeping, with him playing big spoon behind me.

It warmed my heart that he’d take the uncomfortable position, the one where his arm would fall asleep beneath the weight of my head. His sacrifice allowed me the ultimate comfort of pretty much snuggling into his body until every inch of us that could touch, did. For an extra layer of security, I wrapped his other arm around me and sighed with happiness.

“You okay, mi amor?”

“I’m good. So good I feel like sparkles should be shooting out of my vagina.”

His laughter made me giggle and I just basked in the happiness of being in his presence. “I’d pay to see that.”

“Perv.”

“You brought it up.”

He kissed the side of my neck and I softened. “I love you.”

I swear he had to feel my heart lurch as I stiffened. “What?”

“Don’t worry. You don’t have to say it back. Just wanted to let you know, if I wasn’t clear, I love you. You’re it for me, Joy.”

I could only shake my head, then slump when he grabbed my hand and began to massage it. “I—Ramón, this is going too fast.”

“I didn’t tell you so you’d feel like you had to say it back, sweetheart. I just wanted you to know that I think you’re amazing, and I promise you I’m gonna make you see your worth. I’m going to love you until you love yourself.”

As usual, I used sarcasm when I felt especially vulnerable. “So, you’re going to fuck me until I love myself? That’s a rather novel approach. Maybe I could do a thesis on it. We’d have to put a lot of effort into the research. Are you…up to it?”

“Brat.” He leaned up and slapped my breast, then pinched the nipple hard. “You do love to mouth off.”

I rubbed my ass against his erection, and he rewarded me with a groan. “Maybe you should fuck me and teach me a lesson.”

My desire wasn’t as fierce as it had been earlier in the night, but a low fire still burned in my belly, embers that could be easily fanned back into a bonfire.

“That hardly sounds like a punishment.”

I easily turned in his arms, then pinned him back to the bed. “Put your hands above your head.”

“Excuse me?”

Giving him a little pout, I said, “Please, Ramón? I want to explore you. Every time you touch me I end up forgetting everything but your tongue, or your fingers…or your dick. I want a turn. Trust me, I’ll make it good for you.”

“Mi amore, all you have to do is look at me with those big, beautiful, jade green eyes, and it’s good for me.” Instead of putting his hands up, like I’d asked, he instead laced his hands behind his head and leaned back into the pillows, his biceps bunching up nicely. “But you’re right, I’ve been greedy. Go ahead, touch me wherever and however you want.”

He’d left a bedside light on, and I bit my lower lip as I took a moment to admire him, stretched out on the bed like some kind of sultan.

Instead of appearing restrained, he seemed more indulgent than anything, like he was letting me play with him.

Arrogant fuck. He had no idea that not only did I enjoy sex, I’d studied it in college.

I put my skills to good use as I slowly began to seduce and explore him. Starting with the sensitive skin of his inner wrist, I nibbled on the skin there as he tried to capture my breast in his mouth. With a tsking sound I pulled back.

“Uh-uh. Control yourself, Ramón.”

He gave me a grin that was more like a snarl. “If you think you’re going to wave that big, chocolate nipple in my face and not have me latch on, you’re delusional.”

I wanted to argue with him, but the way he couldn’t resist me made me feel wanted and loved. “Please, baby. Let me do this for you. It’s an ancient technique I read about in my sexual history class.”

He sank his head back into his pillow and looked up at me with an arched brow. “A what class?”

I stuck my tongue out at him. “It’s a real thing! Sex is an essential part of the human experience, and we’ve been doing it for a long, long time. Most cultures were pretty up front about fucking back in the day, unlike modern times.”

His pretty, full lips twitched as he fought a smile. “I see.”

I was tempted to poke him in the chest, but he still hadn’t touched me, so I didn’t want to provoke him. “Please, Ramón.”

His gaze went heavy and he gave me that big smile that never failed to make me happy. “Go ahead. I’ll be good.”

Unable to stop myself, I rolled my eyes and Ramón laughed, right up to the point where I took his nipple in my mouth, then released it after a little suck. I’d read most of the Kama Sutra and they had a whole section devoted to the male chest and how to stimulate it. His big body bucked, and I grinned to myself then went back to teasing his tight, dark little nipple. Some guys were just meh about it, but other guys loved to have their nipples played with. Ramón was for sure one of those men. My pussy heated as I swirled my tongue up and around the tight little bud, a soft moan of need escaping me as he maneuvered me so he could reach my clit.

I was wet and ready, his fingers sliding along my puffy slit as he teased me just like I was teasing him with little fluttery touches.

“I want to take care of you,” I whispered in a breathy moan.

“You want to take care of me?”

He sat up then grabbed me by the waist, hauling us both up the bed until he was sitting upright. Instead of having me wrap my legs around his waist, he had me squat over him, then slowly pushed his cock into me with a smooth glide. My pussy was spread wide open and I gasped as I focused on just the feeling of him inside of me.

“This,” he thrust into me with a grunt. “This is how you take care of your man. You let him fuck you whenever and wherever he wants. While I love you worshiping my body, the only time I feel whole is when I’m inside of you. You have no idea how amazing your sweet, tight little pussy feels.”

Once again, his talented fingers started to play with my clit, pinching the bundle of sensitive nerves and making my hips jerk as my walls clenched down hard on him. Ramón began to fuck me with a fluid grace while I placed my hands on his firm, broad chest, giving in completely to this man who seemed determined to fuck me into a coma. I had the inane thought that he’d be an excellent dance partner, the man could move his hips, right before he sent me over the edge into a deep, hot orgasm that nearly swept me under.

Ramón held my limp body tight, fucking himself with my lax form as I drew in shuddering breaths, my brain temporarily cooked by endorphins.

With a shout, he drove himself deep and filled me with his come, my body now conditioned to accept it.

Still holding me tight, he whispered, “This is it, your old life ended in this room tonight. From now on it’s you and me against the world.”

Running my hands through his dark hair I whispered back, “You and me against the world.”