The urgency in her voice made him stand and follow her into his room. She didn’t release his hand, and he didn’t bother to pull away. He continued following her through the bedroom. Their bare feet were silent over the polished hardwood floor. High ceilings drew the tropical heat up and allowed the fans to circulate cooler air.
The farmhouse’s splendor still shocked Johnnie. Grandda lived a much more magnificent lifestyle here than he had in Hortensia. In the bathroom, the girl released his hand and turned to him. Like the rest of the quiet luxury of his suite, the bathroom was a study of porcelain, marble, wood, and crystal. Floor-to-ceiling windows comprised one wall. Though it offered little privacy, it afforded another magnificent view.
The centerpiece was an oversized tub, where curlicues of steam rose from the scented bathwater.On the edge were two washcloths and a bar of soap. A razor and shaving cream sat atop fluffy white towels on the counter near the sink.
She nodded to the bath, then gripped the hem of his T-shirt.
Johnnie lifted his arms and bent, so she could pull the T-shirt over his head.
She stared at his chest. Licked her lips. Raised a desire-filled gaze to him. “Hermoso!Magnífico.”
Though he wasn’t sure about the meaning of ‘hermoso’, he understood ‘magnífico’, and smiled. “¡Muchas gracias.”
His thanks pleased her and she slid her hands over his bare chest. Her touch jolted him. Partially because of her callouses. He grabbed her wrists and she frowned. “What is your name?”
She gave him a blank look, so he released her and pointed to himself. “I am Johnnie.Johnnie,” he stressed. He searched his brain for the proper words.
Ich heißewouldn’t go over well. Of all the times to remember a German phrase, it was now.
“Uhh,me llamóJohnnie.”
She smiled. “Johnnie.” Her accent sweetened the sound of his name. “Paz.Yo soyPaz.”
“A lovely name for an exquisite girl.” He wished she understood him.
Her hands roamed over him again and down to his belt buckle. The moment he stepped out of his boxers and jeans, she dropped to her knees and wrapped her sweet lips around his cock. He sank his fingers into her wealth of black hair and groaned, sliding his dick down her throat. Each time she gagged, his nuts throbbed and he tightened his hold on her hair.
He came hard, holding her head in place and keeping his cock in the depths of her hot mouth until she swallowed every lastdrop of jizz.
When he pulled out and helped her to her feet, he wasn’t nearly sated. He smelled her arousal and wanted in her pussy. Forgetting a bath for the time being, he took her back to the bedroom and urged her onto the four-poster bed. He climbed next to her and drew her into his arms, raining kisses along the curve of her jaw, licking the pulse point in her neck, and nipping her earlobe. Slowly, he rolled onto her, moved his mouth down her body, pausing at each tit to suck her nipples to hard points. His fingers followed the trail of his mouth, down her flat belly to her hairless feminine mound.
Shouldering her thighs apart, Johnnie dipped his head and licked her glistening slit. Drawing in a sharp breath, she jerked and gasped. Opening her pussy lips exposed her swollen clit. He tongued around it, slid a finger into her, and worked in and out of her.
Her grinds grew wild and he lost his cadence. To keep her still, he abandoned the pussy rub and used his hands to grip each of her hips. He took his time to eat her out. Her ecstatic screams and loud moans were music to his ears. Each time she came, he tongued her juices and licked her faster. Until he decided he’d pleasured her enough, rose on his knees and sank into her.
Their groans mingled. At first, he moved slowly, savoring her cunt and wanting her to feel every inch of his cock. She moved with him, gripped his dick in the vise of her pussy walls.
Johnnie lost control, slamming into her over and over again, and filling her with his cum.
Paz stayed with Johnnie for the entire week. Grandda didn’t allow her to eat at the table in either the dining room or on the terrace. He classified her as a servant.
Besides fucking and sucking him, she changed Johnnie’s sheets every day, saw to his clothes, bathed and shaved him, washed his hair, served him breakfast in bed and acted as his waitress during lunch and dinner. Most of her chores she performed in the nude. When Grandda took Johnnie on a walking tour, Paz trailed a few feet behind him, wearing an embroidered skirt and cotton shirt with simple leather sandals. He bought her a brightly colored shawl and a handwoven bag from street vendors, although the gesture annoyed Grandda.
It didn’t matter to Johnnie. He liked how such simple deeds pleased her. More than once, he thought about telling her they’d stay in touch after he returned to the States, but he doubted he’d keep the promise. He enjoyed his freewheeling ways. Fucking whom he pleased, without accountability to anyone. Back home, club life and his responsibilities to Christopher’s new medical lab would consume him, and Paz would end up as just another notch on his belt.
Not only would he forget her face, he’d forget her name. He remembered very few women. Three to be exact. Kiera Arnold because she’d been underaged when she first started hanging around the club and Christopher protected her with the ferocity of a fucking guard dog; Ellen Cooper because she was raw and raunchy and the one who’d brought Ki to the club; and Hopper, so named because she’d hopped from one bed to the next, and the first—only—woman he’d come in without a condom before Paz. A few months before Grandda’s fake funeral, Hopper disappeared. Often, Johnnie wondered what became of her.
For whatever reason, Hopper even ran across his mind during his horseback ride to see the outer reaches of his grandfather’s property. Paz rode tucked against him, dressed in a drab cotton shirt and pants, her feet bare. They halted under a stand of walnut trees, where she pulled a blanket from the saddlebags, laid it on the ground, then served them empanadas and chicha, a fermented corn drink.
He nodded to the food. “Comer,” he urged, hoping he used the correct word to tell her to eat.
She looked at his mouth. The desire in her eyes stiffened his cock, and he wished they were alone.
Snickering, Grandda got to his feet and dusted off his linen pants. “I’ll just take a walk. She looks ready to rip off your clothes.”
Johnnie couldn’t dispute that. The moment Grandda disappeared, he lifted Paz’s skirt, pulled out his cock, and sank into her.
Now, on his last night, he sat with his grandfather on another terrace. This one led to the kitchen and dining room. Just around the side, Grandda kept his oversized hogs penned up. A stench permeated the air.
