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  “I’m okay with that.” My eyes glazed over a little bit as I thought about spending a day in bed with him. Mmmm…

  He smacked my butt with an open palm, enough to make me yelp but not enough to hurt.

  “Get out of this bed before I change my mind.”

  He got out of bed while I was still in his arms, setting me on my feet inside of the closet.

  I saw that someone had already brought my luggage into the closet. I knelt and opened it up. It seemed to be unharmed by the craziness.

  I unpacked a dress, bra, and undies and put them on. I still felt sticky between my thighs, but I liked keeping him right there. I loved the idea that I would secretly smell like him, just a secret between the two of us.

  He got dressed, too. When we were done, he put his big hands on my waist and drew me against his body.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said, light shining in his eyes. “Maybe it’s a good thing that I get to keep you for a little while longer.”

  I put my hand on the back of his head and drew him a few inches downward to give him a kiss.

  Suddenly his hands were on my waist, pulling me off the ground. I wrapped my legs around him and gave him a deep kiss.

  He pulled me away and put me on my feet.

  “We better get going,” he said, his regret clear. “I’m going to take you to a restaurant and then swing by my brother’s place. He called me, and he’s mad.”

  “Sounds fine.”

  G Spot

  Naelle

  A car was waiting for us outside of Emilio’s home. We got in and headed to the G Spot.

  As he said, there really was a restaurant called the G Spot. It served unremarkable fare, featuring greasy and salty food, but it would make a good story later on.

  When we were done, he paid for our meal.

  As we left the restaurant, he took my hand in his, which felt twice the size of mine.

  I didn’t see his car waiting for us.

  “How far away does your brother live?”

  “Not very.”

  He let go of my hand to put his hand on my waist, bringing me close. He smelled fresh and clean. He was warm in the cool air of Quito. We walked at a leisurely pace on the sidewalk.

  Then we were in front of a fancy hotel.

  “He lives here?” I knew that Emilio was wealthy, but living in a hotel seemed like a strange choice.

  “Why doesn’t he live with you?”

  Emilio pressed his lips together. We were quiet for a few seconds.

  “We don’t really get along,” he admitted finally.

  “I can’t wait to meet him.”

  I wondered if he looked like Emilio — the same dark hair, dark eyes, and killer cheekbones — or if he looked like their other parent.

  I was about to find out.

  We walked up to the door of the hotel. The doorman didn’t even question Emilio’s presence.

  He just nodded at us and opened the door.

  “He knows you?”

  “I don’t come here very often to see Alejandro, but I make a point to know anybody who might be important.” He took in a breath as if he were about to say something else, but he didn’t say anything.

  Weird.

  We got into a very pretty elevator with mahogany panels and gold-edged mirrors. I checked my hair. The plus side of being so high in the mountains was that the humidity didn’t make my hair frizzy. It was pretty dry up here.

  Ding. The elevator had arrived.

  Emilio held the door as I walked out of the elevator. The carpet was thick enough to make me sink a little bit into it. This hotel was pretty nice.

  Emilio went up to a door and knocked on it.

  “Who’s there?” His voice was higher than Emilio’s.

  “Open up,” Emilio commanded.

  “Joder,” I heard him say before the door opened.

  He looked like Emilio, although he was much more slender and maybe a few inches shorter.

  His eyes were bloodshot. “Come to lecture me, big brother?”

  He let us in.

  The hotel suite was clearly trashed. Yes, the furniture and fixtures were just as nice as you’d expect in a hotel, but they were covered in dirty dishes and what looked like flour.

  “I thought that they cut you off. Who sold you? Who would dare?”

  “None of your people,” Alejandro sneered. “I had to find another supplier.”

  I saw little plastic baggies with a Greek omega symbol on them. Emilio looked at what I was looking at. He picked up one of the baggies and took the white powder out, rubbing it between his fingers.

  “I can’t believe you,” Emilio spat. “I tried to clean you up and send you to rehab…”

  “And I didn’t follow your orders. What a shock.”

  He reached for one of the baggies, poured the white powder out, and sniffed it.

  “Is that…cocaine?” I’d never seen anybody do it before.

  “You get a point.” His brother’s sarcasm washed right over me. I didn’t care if I seemed dumb. I couldn’t believe that he was snorting cocaine right in front of us.

  I needed to get out of here. My dad’s company was one of the major contractors for the DEA. My dad and his partner, Brayden’s dad, hired a lot of ex-military guys to hunt down dangerous criminals, the kind who preyed on innocent people, getting them addicted to drugs until they either wasted away or were put in jail for stealing.

  Suddenly, I understood why Alejandro was more slender than Emilio.

  What was I doing here, in a dirty, opulent hotel room with a cocaine addict?

  I looked at the door.

  “Don’t let us keep you, little girl.”

  I looked at Emilio, and he must have seen the worry and discomfort in my eyes.

  “Listen, Ale, you can’t keep living like this. You’re a father now.”

  “Bitch only wanted a meal ticket. She was happy enough to ditch the baby.”

  “Where is she?”

  “No clue.”

  Emilio banged his fist on the table.

  “You don’t know where your daughter is?”

  “No, I don’t know where my ex-girlfriend is. My daughter is at home.”

  I looked around the hotel, but there wasn’t any evidence of a baby, which was good considering the fine film of cocaine everywhere.

  “Not the Quito house.”

  “The Cotacachi one.”

  Something passed between the two brothers.

  “She’s fine,” Alejandro mumbled. “Our nanny is taking care of her.”

  “Chabe?”

  “Yes.”

  Emilio sighed.

  “At least you can do that much.”

  “Great,” Alejandro said with false cheer. “Now get the fuck out.”

  “I’ll be back,” Emilio said. I didn’t know if it was a threat or promise. “And we’ll have a real talk.”

  “Good luck with that,” Alejandro said, opening another baggie and doing another line.

  I clenched my jaw. I really couldn’t be here. I knew that people did drugs, but I’d never been right next to someone doing them.

  “Bye, Alejandro.”

  He ignored me.

  I walked out to the hallway and leaned against the wall. I had my arms wrapped around me.

  I felt cold, very cold. Their air conditioning must be set to the coldest setting, because I was shivering.

  Emilio came out only a few seconds after I did, closing the door with a quiet click.

  He saw me leaning against the wall and braced his arm above my head. He brought his face close to mine.

  “I’m sorry that you had to see that,” he whispered a half inch from my face.

  “Can we go home?”

  Paler

  Naelle

  His lips touched mine gently.

  “Yes.”

  His arm was around me as we got back into the elevator. The mirror showed someone who was substantially paler than I’d been the first time a
round.

  His arm kept me close. I was glad that he was anchoring me in place. As the elevator descended, he pulled me into his arms, so that my face was against his hard chest.

  “You want to talk about it?”

  I shook my head.

  He kissed the top of my head.

  “We’ll talk about it later.”

  “You said that he had a daughter?”

  “Sofia,” Emilio said softly. “The best part of him.”

  When we walked out of the hotel, the doorman hailed a cab, which we got into quickly. Emilio told him where to go, and we were quickly on our way.

  “How did he know that we needed a cab?” I asked Emilio. It was as if the doorman had ESP.

  “I didn’t come in my car.”

  “We could’ve parked nearby.”

  “People like me don’t drive themselves, here, cari.”

  “Cari?”

  “Cariñosa,” he said, stroking my arm gently. “I’m going to get you home and we’re both going to forget about what happened today.”

  He kissed my cheek before moving to my mouth. I saw the driver looking at the two of us in the rearview mirror. I felt embarrassed, but Emilio didn’t seem to want to stop, and I didn’t know if I wanted to stop, either.

  The car came to a stop after we kissed for what felt like forever.

  The driver cleared his throat. Emilio dug into his pocket for cash.

  I realized that I’d never seen him pay for anything with a card.

  Strange.

  My eyes were wide when I saw how much money he gave the taxi driver, but I didn’t say anything. It was five times what I’d expect to pay for a taxi here in Quito.

  Then we were getting out of the cab and going to the gate of Emilio’s mansion.

  Like the doorman at the hotel, Emilio’s gatekeeper let us in without a word. Emilio nodded at him, sitting there in the gatehouse, and the gatekeeper gave us one in turn. I wondered if it was boring to keep an eye on Emilio’s gate, but I realized that there were three or four guns on the wall behind the gatekeeper. I guessed that Emilio took his security extremely seriously.

  He pulled me into the house and marched me straight up into the bedroom.

  “Strip,” he commanded.

  I took the hem of my dress and took it off.

  “You’re…incredible.”

  He moved so quickly that I couldn’t even react, but I was tumbling onto the bed with Emilio on top of me, his chest pressed to mine, his weight keeping me in place on the bed.

  Wrapped Around

  Naelle

  My body was wrapped around his as we kissed and kissed. His tongue slid into my mouth expertly, flicking. His kiss felt like smooth, warm, fine wine trickling down my throat. Delicious.

  He tilted my head so that he had better access, and I moaned quietly. His hand slid up, and he kneaded my ass in his big hand. I was a curvy girl, but his big hand could hold all of it with room to spare. I could feel my nipples harden to points as my body was melted by desire.

  He picked me up, switched positions, and sat down on the bed, my legs still wrapped around his body. I unlocked them, and my knees were on the bed so I could have leverage. I slowly dry rode him, rubbing my core against the growing hardness in his pants.

  He moaned into my mouth.

  I unbuttoned his pants and his boxers. I took out his hard cock, tugging a little bit on it. I didn’t have any water-based lubricant, but I didn’t need any KY. I took a drop of his precome onto my hand, and I used it as I tugged on his cock as we slowly made out. The more precome came out, the easier it was for me to glide my hand over his shaft.

  I changed the game when I reached for his sensitive balls, touching them on the underside where I knew he would feel it the most.

  Suddenly, I was on my back again. I was still wearing my bra and panties, but he was in too much of a hurry to get them off. He pulled my scarlet lace panties to the side, and plunged all the way inside of me in one stroke.

  My head thrashed from side to side. He felt so big, and my body burned as I stretched around him.

  “Tight,” he told me.

  I pulsed around his dick, and he cried out. He plunged into me hard twice, before he pulled his dick out and breathed hard.

  Arching my hips up, I tried to get his dick back. It was an irresistible move. He sank back inside of me to the hilt. I heard and felt his balls hitting my body, the wet sound of our bodies joining music to my ears.

  He kissed me brutally hard on the mouth, forcing my lips open. His tongue slipped inside of my mouth, plunging in as deep as it could. I gagged a little bit on his tongue because of how deeply he was kissing me. His cock was tearing me apart, and I loved it.

  I couldn’t reach his ass as he plundered my depths, but I could reach his back still covered by his shirt. His back was completely covered in sweat. Our passion had heated him up.

  I fitted my hands into the indents of his rib cage, and I pulled his body closer to mine.

  “Closer,” I demanded. “More.”

  He put more of his weight on his hands to either side of my face, and he went for broke. He rode me hard, plunging into me with so much force that I didn’t know if I would be able to walk tomorrow.

  One hand let go of the sheets and meandered down my body to my pleasure center. He touched me there, and I went off like a rocket ship.

  He rolled us so that he was on his back.

  “Ride me,” he ordered.

  I put my hands on his shoulders to stabilize myself, and my head fell back. His knees came up to support my back, and I was grateful. I didn’t know if I could support myself with the force that we were fucking. Even though he was on the bottom, he powered up inside of me. He opened up places inside of my body that I didn’t know even existed.

  His hands were holding my hips as I rode him, encouraging me to go in a faster and faster rhythm. But one of them slipped between my round cheeks to touch me in a dark spot. I yelped, and I stopped.

  “Move,” he told me.

  I slowly brought my hips up, and he touched my back door again, using my juices, spreading them backwards from my wet hole.

  I didn’t know if I liked it, but it was different. He pushed his fingertip inside of my ass. The rhythm was slower now as I adjusted to the feeling of my sphincter accepting his finger.

  “I’ll fuck you here,” he whispered. “Someday.”

  It was a promise of fucking another time, another day. I loved it.

  He sat up, using a hand behind him to stabilize himself. My smaller body was trapped between his torso and his thighs.

  He kissed my neck, and then he bit my breasts, all while forcing me to come up and down on his hard cock.

  I couldn’t stop my orgasm from taking over my body. Every muscle inside of me tightened as I reached into the heavens and spun into infinity.

  He lifted my body off of his, grasping me around my waist.

  “I like your ass,” he told me conversationally. “You know what I like even more? Seeing your ass as I fuck you.”

  He forced me to stand on my feet, and then he bent me over the bed. In the mirror on the wall, I could see us reflected back. Me, with my hair in a curtain around my face. Him, so big and strong behind me, about to fuck me from behind.

  He pushed me down with a slow but strong hand. My hands hit the bedsheets. He touched my ass with his hard dick, still covered in our shared juices.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

  With that, he shoved inside of my body in a hard thrust. I cried out from the force that he was using, with just a bit of pain in my voice. He held my hips in a way that would leave bruises, and he used my body for his pleasure. He pulled me back and pushed me forward in time to keep up with the tempo of his thrusts. And I could feel his thighs tightening.

  His cock pulsed inside of my body, hitting my G-spot.

  He grunted as he released a load of come inside of my waiting body. The feeling of his hot seed filling me up made
me fall over the edge, too. I couldn’t support myself anymore, and my torso hit the bed, my breasts flat against the bedsheets. I was totally out of breath. So was he.

  I wanted to go again.

  Lap

  Emilio

  All of a sudden, her legs were on either side of mine. Her arms were around my shoulders, her forehead on mine. Both of us gasped as she lowered herself onto me. I was still hard.

  “So…big…” she panted.

  Growing harder inside of her, I captured her mouth for one of our sizzling kisses.

  I couldn’t stop touching her. First a squeeze of her luscious breasts, then a trip down to her clit before gripping her hips and rocking her on top of me.

  We didn’t stop kissing as she rocked on top of me. I felt like I might explode from the intensity of our passion, but what a way to go.

  She tore her mouth from mine and sank her teeth into my shoulder.

  I turned my head and bit her neck.

  I felt her gasp and flutter on me.

  She screamed, and I knew that she was orgasming.

  That’s when I pulled her impossibly closer, closed my eyes, and thrust into her like an animal. The bed was making sounds as we slammed up and down on the mattress.

  She was still screaming as I found my own satisfaction and poured myself inside of her.

  As we floated downward, I lay back on the bed. She was still on top of me. She wiggled, as if she was getting off, but my hands were clamped to her backside.

  “Stay there.”

  Her inner muscles contracted, aftershocks of her orgasm bringing me right back to life.

  This time was softer, sweeter, and tenderer.

  I let her control the pace totally, since I was so wiped out from the wildness of our first coupling.

  Her hair was falling down around me as she supported herself on her hands and she moved onto me again and again, a slow rhythm that matched the steady beat of my heart.

  But her movements eventually grew frantic. She sat up fully. Her eyes were closed tightly.