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“You’re…a...dream!” He says.
He has no idea what I want to do to him as a fountain of cum unleashes out my body, tickling the corners of his mouth.
I push him off me as if he’s done something wrong. I want to give him oral pleasure, but he’s still clothed. I flip him over, so now he’s on his back.
He grips the ends of his shirt and pulls it over his head, exposing his chiseled chest and model physique. I wish I could frame it all for future masturbation sessions. I jerk at the drawstring of his pants. He slides his pants off, but before I can even put my mouth on his hungry cock, he tugs me by my hair and lifts my face up for one sexy kiss.
My body screams as my wetness sends showers of steam to the tip of his cock. As if rehearsed, his hands go from my hair onto my shoulders, and he directs my womanhood directly down onto his throbbing cock.
I release a staccato moan, and his massiveness takes several dips between my tight vagina walls. He is guiding the sex while underneath me, making me figure out how to comfortably move. I lean closer to him, creating a deep tension between us. We make a beautiful bodily version of sexual tug-of-war, and it feels so fucking good.
So good that it’s not until now that I realize we aren’t practicing safe sex. Well, I just started retaking birth control since it helped with acne when I was with my college boyfriend. But the thought of abandoning this raw feeling to search for a condom somewhere is against my body. And right now, that’s the only thing that’s in control. It’s almost as if this universe is asking me, begging me, putting me in this position to thoroughly enjoy this man. I can not let go until Joaquin flips me off and turns me around.
On our knees, facing the bed frame wall, Joaquin drills inside of me. He cups my breasts as I find myself between sitting down and standing up. His wet open mouth bites at the back of my shoulder. He switches his hands. One hand on my hip, and the other tugs at my hair.
“I’m…not…letting…you…leave…this…town.”
He says each word between pounding me with the weight of his pelvis and the force of his dick.
His words carry so much conviction as I release another river of cum onto his cock. Holding me still, he inhales a big breath as he is turned on even more, with me raining all over him again. My thighs feel like rubber once my body receives his cum. He tries to pull away, but my hands wrap behind me, forcing him deeper inside.
“Fuck! Yes!” He hollers.
My eyes roll before closing shut. I fumble over into doggy style, exhaling.
The depth of this feeling has got me numb. I stretch myself out on my belly as he hovers over me like a god.
Chapter 8
Joaquin
Iwon’tdenyit.I’m smitten. Nadia is a California dream in every way possible. Her body is ripe and tastes like the warm sunshine and ocean’s steam. I can’t get enough of her luscious lips and those caramel-dipped green eyes that make my cock shift more and more whenever she’s near. The more I inhale the same space as this woman, the stronger my urges are.
I should look at the clear pathway from my cafe and home as a positive. Soon regular business will resume, but I can’t deny how conflicted I am about leading Nadia to her grandmother’s house. There’s a comfort in knowing she isn’t completely gone yet. She’ll be in central Evergreen with the wealthy, sipping tea and writing whatever memoir she doesn’t want to discuss.
Last night was golden. I made love to Nadia twice. And although we were unprotected, as an advocate against contraception, I am aware of the risks. Instinct tells me her opinion regarding contraception is opposite mine. I figured I’d save us from having an opposing conversation about it. For all I know, she is on birth control and could care less about what could happen.
I am in my two-by-four, watching Nadia buckle up in her Jeep. Adam is in my backseat with Blister, and I have my “Be back by 1 pm” sign on my cafe’s door. I don’t mind missing a handful of customers to safely get Nadia to her grandmother’s house. I hardly believe many will be out today.
Gratefully, a patch of the sun shows its face for us this morning. Nadia signals to me she’s ready by giving me two honks.
I shift my truck into drive and head toward the address she’s given me. It’s fair to say Nadia’s grandmother lives onthewealthiest road Evergreen offers. It takes about roughly fifteen minutes to get there.
Pressing his sweaty palms against the back window, Adam oohs and aahs at the huge brick mansion that I’m uncertain about driving into its driveway. Instead, I stop at the street’s curbside and honk for Nadia to turn into the winding driveway.
A huge black metal gate sits at the halfway point of the driveway. Immediately, it opens for Nadia. Nadia doesn’t move as I watch her hop out of her Jeep to beckon me to follow behind her.
Even though I rather not. I do want to give her a tight squeeze before she hurries in.
I’m not someone impressed by these kinds of things because they are, after all, material. But I can’t help but wonder about the story behind Nadia’s grandmother’s wealth. Perhaps Nadia’s grandfather was a politician close to the Kennedys or something.
“This is incredible!” Adam shouts.
I park behind Nadia, who stops just before the wide two-door wooden entrance. A maid or butler or someone in between stands at the bottom step.
I turn off the ignition and step out of my truck.
“Nonna!”
