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Alejo gets to his feet, his lips and the hair around his mouth glistening. He doesn’t even wipe it off when he strokes his large cock and lines it up with my entrance. With one swift thrust, he’s inside of me, stealing my breath. “Come here, my love.” He starts thrusting in and out of me, and I prop myself up onto my hands. He slides an arm under my back and yanks me all the way up into a seated position on him. My arms wrap around him, and his mouth crashes down on mine. I can taste myself on him, and it makes me want to ravage him like a sex-crazed wanton beast. Drink in what he just sapped from me.
His hips begin bucking wildly, and I find myself meeting him thrust for thrust. I moan into his mouth. “Alejo.” His name comes out as a whine.
“Irma,” he growls back.
I move my lips across his cheek and start kissing down his neck. He growls again, and his hips piston into me. I feel another orgasm bubbling up after a while, and when it spills over, Alejo is there with me. Bucking uncontrollably and twitching inside of me as I clench down on him.
We’re still wrapped around each other and panting while he’s still inside of me. He pulls back some and looks me in the eye. “How’s your headache?” I ask in a raspy voice, panting.
He smiles. “All better.”
Alejandro
Istare down at my wife while she sleeps peacefully in our bed. We’ve been married for several weeks now, and it’s been the best time of my life. I’ve never felt such bliss before. I notice her still trying to hold back, but she doesn’t seem hell-bent on escaping me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she’s enjoying her new life.
Brushing her hair off her face, I think about the sex that we had last night before we fell asleep in each other’s arms, tangled up in the sheets. My hunger for her has not at all abated. It grows more and more zealous every day. No matter how many times I fuck her, I seem to want more, her beauty always taking me by surprise. It’s like every time I look at her, I forget how beautiful she really is. And her body, it’s filled back out again, and I can’t get enough of her womanly curves. For having such a petite form, she has everything a man desires.
The sun has just come up, and I hate that I have to leave her. It’s only for the day, but we’ve sort of grown into our own little routine. I wake up just before the sun is up, and I head straight to my office. Then, after a couple hours, I join Irma for breakfast. We usually make love after, and then we head to the gym. She’s improved a lot with her combat skills, and it’s always fun getting in the ring with her. Almost as fun as when we race to the building. She’s gotten a lot faster, but still can’t beat me. The woman is sure reinvigorating for me. I feel fulfilled.
After we get back from our workout, we both wash up together and end up having sex in the shower. Then, after that, I have to get back to work again, and she will either head out to the pool or join me in my office for a bit. Just quietly reading a book while I work. We always have dinner together, and we always make love before we go to sleep. And most mornings, I wake her up by sliding inside of her. She passes out right after, and I get up and go to work. Just to do it all over again. The routine has not gotten dull or even predictable. The more I have her, the more I want her, and I love knowing what to expect.
“Irma, my love.” I stroke her face, and her eyelids twitch. “I have to leave.”
She moans and reaches her arm out, her hand landing on my thigh. I snort as I stroke her face again, her skin so smooth under my calloused fingers. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed, with her lying facing me on her side. I can see her breasts spilling out over the top of the sheet, and I so badly want to pull the covers down and take her pink nipples in my mouth.
“Irma, I have to go. But I’ll be back tonight.” I bend over and brush my lips against her cheek.
She sighs, and her eyes flutter open. She looks so fresh and angelic right now, it squeezes my heart and tugs at its strings. Her green eyes are so bright, and her cheeks turn pink as she stares up at me. I love the way she blushes around me. It’s such a contradiction to the tough persona she tries to project. She is tough and can handle mostly anything, I’ve seen it, but she’s still so innocent. A little girl still in there that didn’t get to be a kid and had to grow up too fast.
“Where are you going again?” Her voice is raspy, and it sends a zing right to my groin.
“Miami. I just have some quick business there. Lucas will entertain you today. You can go to the beach or something if you want.” Her brightness fades some. Being reminded that she’s stuck here on the estate and its property. Not being able to spread her wings more. “Tomorrow we can go somewhere.” The words just spill out of my mouth without giving it any real thought, but as soon as her eyes light up and a brilliant smile paints her face, I have no regrets. As always, I’m weak for it. I’m weak forher.
“Really?” I nod. “Where?”
“Well, is there anywhere in Cuba you’d like to see?”
“Definitely Havana.” She grins.
“Okay, my love.” I bend over and kiss her lips. “Then I will take you to Havana tomorrow. As long as you’re good till then.” I add on the last bit because she still needs to remember that I do hold her freedom in the palm of my hand. That I’m still never going to let her go. She narrows her eyes at me, but it’s playful, not at all resentful. “I’ll see you tonight,mi amor.” Before I make love to her one more time, I rise to my feet and leave.
Since this isn’t exactly a business trip, I take Diego and a few men with me. Berto and my mother can handle all the business today while I take care of something personal in Miami. When I had a talk with my mother about taking on some responsibilities, the ones she used to do, she was excited, just as Irma predicted. She said she didn’t say anything because she didn’t want to make me think she doubted my ability to run the family empire and be able to take over for my father. She was more than pleased to see me unload some of the stress.
You work too hard,mijo. And now you have a wife who vies for your attention. You have many responsibilities, and being a present husband is now one of those. Especially if you want to win her heart,mijo.
To win her heart. Can I possibly ever win it? Or will she always have that part of her that fights it? I love the fighter in her, but I wish it didn’t always want to fightme. At least when it comes to opening her heart to me. I want everything from her. I want to own and possess all of her. Wholly and completely. To have her need me like I now need her. Maybe what I’m about to do could be just what I need to achieve that. It will take some time, but I know it will be worth the wait. Or it could all blow up in my face.
The short plane ride to Miami is spent doing what work I can mixed with thoughts of Irma. I’m obsessed with the woman. I miss her the moment she’s out of my sight. I wonder if my avidity will ever wane over time. I know I’ll never become disinterested in her, but will I at least be able to go an hour without thinking about her? Or even a damn second?
Once we get into Miami, we make the trip to downtown Miami where Marcus says he’s been able to locate Benita Ramirez. An apartment in a desolate area under her name.
Stepping out of the back of the SUV, I button my suit jacket and inspect the derelict building and street. Lowlifes litter the entrance and steps leading up to the cracked glass door. They stop what they’re doing to stare and glare at us but know better than to pick a fight or even say a word. My men are openly packing.
With Diego and one of my other men trailing behind me to guard my back, we ascend the steps and enter the building. Supposedly her apartment is on the ground level, number 104.
The hallway is dimly lit and smells like cigarettes and piss. The carpet is discolored and torn, and we can hear random yelling and loud music coming from different apartments. Walking to her door, all I can think about is a young Irma having to live here. Being left alone in a disgusting apartment with ignoble men lurking in the hallways. Alone, afraid, starved, mistreated, unloved. The thoughts fuel my anger, and I have to take a moment to swallow down my rage as I stand in front of apartment 104 so that when I see her mother’s face, I don’t strangle her. Irma deserved better. She still does. That’s why I’m going to spoil her for the rest of her life.
Finally getting my temper under control, I lift my fist and knock on the door. When my hand drops to my side, I swear my skin burns. Like I may have just caught something from touching anything in here.
