“Take me on a tour of all your favorite spots.” I wanted to experience what he enjoyed. Admittedly, I felt special being the only girl to sleep in his bed. But I was also a little jealous of Yoli and the others who’d been with him.
Clearly, I was getting attached when I shouldn’t. I wanted to be the only woman he wanted.
“To see or fuck?”
“What do you think, Prez?” I rubbed his crotch firmly.
“Hell, yes.” He hoisted me up and tossed me over his shoulder like a caveman. I didn’t mind being dominated like this. In fact, I liked it more than I should. Another sign that I needed to get out of California sooner than later.
But I would miss him terribly.
And I was confident he had ruined me for any other man.
11
El Jefe
Silvia Avila was quickly becoming my dream girl, the only woman I wanted. Her emotions were real and painfully raw.
She went from zero to a hundred in a snap, exploding like fireworks in the sky on the Fourth of July. Being the reason, she lost it over the nuns tore me up inside. I didn’t have to tell her right then and there. I’d just wanted her to stop and not walk away from me.
My heart had broken for her when she fell onto her knees in the dirt. I hated seeing her in pain and hated that there was more suffering headed her way she’d have to endure.
Just as quickly, she picked herself up, dusted off the dirt, and regained control of herself. She was amazing. Her resilience was admirable. She was a breath of fresh air in a world full of liars and criminals.
Silvia didn’t play games. Was a straight shooter. Meant what she said and said what she meant. I had never met anyone like her.
And this luscious ass of hers would be the death of me. I hammered into her from behind, hard and fast, per her request. She was bent over the desk in my office. Our third and final stop on her personal tour of my favorite fucking spots.
I maintained that I was a sexual man. I never declined offers of sex.
But I was tired. Silvia exhausted me.
My dick needed a vacay to recover. He’d performed six times before noon. I hadn’t had this much sex in one day since I was in my twenties. Man, to be twenty-two like Silvia again would be epic.
A loud thump sounded on my office door. One of my brothers, of course.
“What?” I hollered, reaching my hand around Silvia to rub her clit so she’d finally come. Either she had a hard time with orgasms, or I was losing my touch. Definitely the latter. She was completely perfect in every way.
“Mama Virgie is here,” Quino shouted. “Hurry the fuck up!”
“Who’s here?” she asked.
“My mother.”
“Oh! We should stop.”
“Oh, hell, no. You’re gonna come after all the work I put in.”
“Okay, good. I’m close.”
Damn, she’d better be close.
“Kiss my neck.” She tossed her head back and gave me a face-full of her fake red hair.
Never had a woman ever directed me in what she liked. Silvia seemed to have no issue guiding me to go faster, harder, deeper, and to slow down. She seemed very self-aware. Knew what she liked and needed. It sure made getting down and dirty the best I’d had.
Moving her long locks aside, I sucked her sensitive skin, giving her a hickey. By marking her, it would be a statement to the other girls, especially Yoli.