Drug Lord

He slid straight back inside of me, filling me up. My body clenched around his, and he grunted behind me.

I still couldn’t move very much like this. I could only take what he gave me. A hand was between my shoulder blades to keep me down and help him keep his balance behind me.

He ravished me, plunging inside me again and again.

Grabbing my throat to pull my body down harder on his dick, he was so big and hard that it felt as if he was tearing my body into two. It was totally worth it. He shouted as he filled me with what felt like a liter of come. It spilled out onto my thighs and the sheets, getting everywhere.

His huge body collapsed on top of mine, with his dick still big inside of me. I had a little trouble breathing with so much weight on top of me, but I loved it. I loved feeling his sated body cage me.

After a few moments, he pulled his dick out of me, leaving a gaping, empty hole. He rolled to his side and spooned me. His arm came around my front to grip one of my breasts. He kissed my neck.

“That was spectacular, sweetheart,” he told me. “You can do that with me anytime.”

I caught his hand with my own and sucked his middle finger in reply.

I could feel him getting hard again behind me.

This time, it wasn’t hard, fast, and untamed. It was slow and sweet. We stayed like that, in the spooning position. He brought my upper leg on top of his, and he slid his cock into my slick hole. I was still covered from his juices and mine from the first time.

His hand went to touch my clit. Every time that he pushed into me, he thrust me harder into his hand. He controlled my body with a slow rhythm.

I orgasmed quickly.

This time, he came over the edge with me. He shouted his pleasure as he released his hot seed inside of my body.

We lay there, on our sides, just catching our breaths.

Going to Canada

Naelle

“Where are we going now?”

While I loved the idea of staying on his boat, I knew that my dad could find us.

“We’re going to Canada. We’ll get a plane from there.”

I held his close, smelling his wonderful scent. I could barely believe that we were back together.

I felt safe, warm, and happy. I touched my stomach. Our baby was in there.

My eyelids drooped.

“You’re tired. Go to sleep.”

“Okay,” I said sleepily, yawning.

He kissed me. I fell asleep in his arms, felling the gentle motion of the boat as we moved towards the Canada.

I woke up to hear Emilio swearing in Spanish. He was pacing back and forth next to the bed, a phone in his hand. He seemed like a lion trapped in a cage.

I felt sorry for whomever he was talking to.

Finally, he hit the end call button.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“They think that Alejandro is dead.”