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I drop her onto her back, right in the middle of my bed, then tear my shirt from my body. It’s ruined and covered in blood, but even if it wasn’t, I need her to see how I can’t fucking wait to bury myself inside her again. How I need my naked skin pressed up against hers.

Buttons clink as they land on the hardwood floors and the noise that started as a giggle from Eloise turns into a pained groan as she trails her hungry stare over my body.

We haven’t seen each other naked yet but she’s looked me up online. There are pictures. Lots of pictures. The only piece of me not on the internet is my cock, though if she looked hard enough, she probably saw that too. She licks her lips, scrambling to tuck her thumbs into the band of her pants.

“¡Tranquila!”

She stills on the bed, watching me with curiosity.

“I need you to listen very closely to me, okay,tesoro?”

She nods.

“Your ex was apendejo, and we’re done talking about him.” I toe off my shoes and kick them to the side before stepping on the edge of my socks to release my feet. “Here’s what’s going to happen, and I need for you to tell me if you’re not okay with any of it.¿Bien?”

Another nod.

“I’m going to rip those pants off you.” I unbuckle my belt, sliding it out through the loops, and drop it to the floor unceremoniously. “I’m going to curl my hand around your throat so the only place you can look is into my eyes.”

The rise and fall of her chest quickens.

“And I’m going to fuck you in my jersey until you forget all about your ex and how shitty he made you feel.¿Bien?”

She nods again.

I push my pants and boxers onto the floor. Stepping out of them, I flash her a smile. “You are a strong and beautiful woman. And while I will undoubtedly want to fuck you from behind sometimes, it’ll be in front of a mirror so I can watch your pretty face turn pink and your eyes roll back in your head while I drill my hard cock into you.”

Her hand starts to travel down her stomach, but I hop on the bed and pin both arms above her head with one hand. “Don’t move.”

She interlinks her fingers, already writhing against my black satin sheets. I waste no time tearing her pants from her body, and after a quick argument with her bra, we manage to get it out from under both her shirts without her taking off my jersey.

I roll back onto my knees, fisting my cock slowly so she can see how hard and needy I am for her, how ready how precum slides down my head. She closes her eyes, turning her head away from me.

Gripping her chin, I turn her back. “No,tesoro. There’s no place for embarrassment in our bedroom. Watch what you do to me, how much I want you.”

Her eyes spring open wide, and I let go of her face, moving my hand back to my shaft. Her fingers twitch toward me, and I cover her hand with mine, placing it on the hardware studded along my dick.

“It’s a Jacob’s ladder.” My cock isn’t chunky, but it’s long and has seven rungs of a Jacob’s ladder lining it. Fucking hurt like a motherfucker and took three people to get it done, but it was worth every second of pain. Ribbed for both our pleasure.

Her thumb skims the metal balls on one side of each rung, and she hums. “It’s so pretty.”

Not all cocks are created equal. There are some really ugly as fuck dicks out in the world. With my shiny hardware, she’s right, mine is pretty. But it’s nowhere near as pretty as my girl. And while it’s not as thick as some of the dicks she might have been with, I have a PhD in how to use this, and I’m not going to stop until she comes apart on it.

“Are you wet for me,tesoro?”

She spreads her legs, showing me that the curls covering her pussy are matted with arousal. It shatters the last strand of my self-control. Seating myself between her legs, I reach across her into my bedside drawer for a condom.

As much as I want to ride her bare, it’s something we’ll need to work up to. I’ve fucked a lot of people. A fact I’m sure is on her mind as much as it is mine.

When I’m sheathed, I waste no time in sliding through her pussy, enjoying the little moans she lets free. “You’re beautiful, Eloise.”

She shakes her head, it’s slight, but I catch it and it makes the animal inside me rattle against his cage.

“Sí, tesoro. Hermosa. Preciosa. Eres mía.”

Her eyes flex wide, and she nods at the last one. I leave my cock at her entrance, dangling, grazing, waiting, despite the raging rapids in my veins demanding I sink in deep.

“Tell me you’re beautiful,cariño.”