“No. There is simply nothing to discuss. They won’t be an issue.”
She cocks a brow and crosses her arms in the way she typically does when she’s getting annoyed. “You know I hate it when you give me half answers. That’s what you’re doing right now. So, you might be saying they won’t be a problem, but there’s a reason they won’t be, so how about you cut the shit and shoot it straight with me?”
I stifle out a chortle. “You still don’t fully comprehend it, do you?” I walk forward to her and take her left hand in mine, sliding a beautiful diamond ring I had made especially for her on her ring finger.
“Whoa. What are you doing?!”
“What I said I would. We’re getting married, mi reyna. I’ve said it since the beginning. Everyone will know this club is run by a Lopez woman, and no one will touch it. The Cartel offers protection in a sense.”
“The Cartel also puts a target on my back, no?” She retorts.
“Stop playing around. You know we provide more benefits than potential issues. Now, let’s talk about our wedding. We’ll have it very soon.”
“No, we won’t. We’ll have it a year from today.” Amara declares, firm in her decision.
A smile crosses my face and I pull her to me. “For once you didn’t put up a fight about it. The marriage I mean.”
Amara shakes her head and laughs, dipping her head back a bit. She runs her fingers through my hair and smirks. “Dante Lopez, when will you understand how relentless you are? I didn’t even have a choice, and you damn well know it.”
“Oh, mi reyna. I love you more than I’ll ever be able to express.”
“I love you, Dante.” She smiles, darting her eyes from mine down to my lips. I know what she wants and dip my head closer to hers. Her lips meet mine and while I think it’s going to be something sweet-and-sensual, she surprises me. Amara is all about ravaging me right now.
I snake my hand around her and fumble with unzipping her jeans while my cock springs to action. Both of our breathing intensifies and out of nowhere she pushes. It feels as though I was just punched in the center of my chest, and I do end up taking a couple steps backward.
I don’t say a word at first, wanting her to fill in the blanks. “You haven’t let me ride your cock since we’ve been together. Get on the floor,” She hisses through clenched teeth, shimmying out of her jeans.
I’m not the type of man she can order around, but dammit if I don’t want to watch her body convulse on top of mine. I do as she says, keeping my eyes fixated on her body. She removes the rest of her clothes, slowly, like she’s part of a fucking striptease. I don’t mind it at all. It only makes me want to plow my cock inside her even more.
She sashays her way over to me. I’m sitting on the floor, cock standing to attention as she lowers herself over my hips. Amara takes her left hand, grabs my shaft and guides it into her entrance while she slides over me.
Motherfucker. She’s not only wet as hell, but tight. Our bodies were made for each other. I’ve told her this many times. I fucked many women back in the day, and none of them could take my cock the way she can. They’d always complain it was too big, how the girth was too fucking wide. They’d complain, but I’d fuck them anyway. They weren’t telling me to stop, but they told me how it was uncomfortable. There’s just something about fucking a woman that drives me insane.
But what makes me go even crazier? Amara. She has never once complained about my size, or the way I fuck her. Whether it’s sensual or savage like an animal. She takes whatever I give her. I love watching the way her expression changes like it is right now. How she presses her lips together and releases a soft moan, or when I feel the dribble of more satisfaction coming from her core.
She’s always given me the strangest sensations. My cock often feels like it’s burning alive when I fuck her, and the only release is when I spurt my cum inside her, coating her walls. My balls tighten up and her speed grows increasingly faster. “God dammit, mi reyna.” I hiss, digging my nails into her hips, I place my mouth over one of her nipples, and nibble down on the hardened nub.
The second I clench down on her breast her pussy tightens up and she begins to halt. It’s the only signifier I need that she’s on the edge and she wants to edge herself so she can keep fucking me. Fuck no. She’s not playing this game with me.
I hook my arms underneath her legs and lift her up like she’s a weight at the gym. Every time I pull her in the air, I’m pumping my cock into her with as much force as I can muster. She quivers and moans, throws her hair back, and runs her hands through my hair. “That’s it, cum for me.” I grumble against her breast, wrapping my tongue around her nipple.
Her walls close in around me and I know I’m a goner as the heat shoots through my cock. I release myself inside her, continuing to fuck her the entire time. My load keeps going far longer than I anticipate, so I pull her off my cock, grab her by the back of the hair and shove her mouth around my dick. “Clean up the mess you made.”
Amara’s dark almond eyes meet mine and I don’t miss the smile that pulls at the edge of her lips. “This place is already yours, by the way.” I inform her.
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