“What do you want, Papi?” I snapped at him, and a sound like a wince escaped his lips.
“Please, Valentina…you have to understand that my hands were tied. Juan was threatening to kill me, you and everyone we know,” Papi was pleading, and my nostrils flared. I was staring straight into King’s eyes as I spoke to my father.
“What makes you think that I won’t tell Jesus to sniff you out of whichever hole you’re hiding and put a bullet through your heart?” I hissed at him. The words that were pouring out of my mouth didn’t surprise me anymore. He had fed me to the dogs. My father. I owed him nothing anymore.
“Valentina…you have to believe me. The only way I could save your life was by trading you to them willingly. That was the only way we could both keep our heads,” Papi cried on the other end, and I blinked.
To hear my father pleading, to hear his voice so shrill and defenseless was a shock to me. I never thought Papi capable of stooping this low, but then I hadn’t thought him capable of a lot of things.
“Valentina?” he urged me, and I took in a deep breath.
“You should know, Papi, that I will never trust you ever again.”
“I’m sorry, my daughter. I know I deserve that. But believe me…” he started saying, and I cut him off.
“Yes, I’ve heard it already. You were trying to keep me alive!” I snapped, and he shut up. He was whimpering openly now, and all sense of pride had left him.
“What can I do, Valentina? What can I do to make you believe me?” he cried, and my eyes flickered as I stared at King. He looked satisfied too like he approved of everything I was telling him.
“You will spend the rest of your life working towards the welfare of the children. You will get a job, an actual volunteering job with the social services. I don’t care how you do it, but you will, and I will make sure that one of Jesus’ friends monitors your work. Until the day you die,” I said, and I could hear the sound of relief in Papi's voice as he agreed with everything I was saying.
“To begin with, you will work towards rehabilitating all the kids that Jesus and his MC rescued,” I added, and Papi agreed.
“Thank you, Valentina…I promise that I won’t disappoint you,” he was blubbering his thanks, and I interrupted him again.
“Oh, and by the way, Jesus Moreno took my virginity, right under your nose, ten years ago. And I’m going to have sex with him right now,” I said, and I cut the call and threw the phone away from me on the bed.
King was smiling, and I smiled back at him.
It didn’t take him more than a second to close the distance between us. He lunged at me, and he had pinned me down on the bed with his body, kissing my lips and chin and leaving a wet trail down while unbuttoning his shirt that I was wearing.
My breasts popped out, and he quickly latched his mouth on to my left nipple, sucking and pulling and flicking it with his tongue. The wetness spread quickly between my legs, and I arched my back to meet our bodies together. His cock was already erect, tenting his jeans and I stroked myself against him.
The fact that I wasn’t wearing any underwear helped.
Jesus slid his long forefinger straight into my folds, wiping up the juices that had already begun to flow. I moaned and groaned as he kept sucking on my nipples, and I reached to slide off his clothes.
King moved so that he was lying over me now. The shirt had come undone and was lying on my sides. He cupped my free breast and squeezed, and I arched my back again with a moan.
“King…” I breathed his name as I ran my fingers through his long hair. He pulled away from my breast and looked up at me, and I saw the twinkle in his eye.
“You think your father is breaking some glasses because now he knows I’m fucking you?” he asked, and I found myself falling in love all over again with his lopsided handsome smile.
“Fuck me then!” I demanded, and King grabbed me by my waist and hauled me up.
I was on my knees, and so was he. We were kissing again, our tongues sliding against each other’s as his hands wreaked havoc on my body, feeling every inch of my skin till I was burning up.
My hands worked at getting his clothes off, and when I did, I had my fingers sliding over his chiseled abs. So, fucking sexy! Our kiss grew wilder, till our cores rubbed against each other. His cock was hanging erect between his legs now, and he used it to rub my clit.
“Beg me again, Valentina,” he said, pulling his mouth away from my lips and I smiled as I said it.
“Please fuck me, King. Fuck me hard,” I said, and there was a sizzle in my voice, and he had heard it.
He slid himself off the bed and knocking my knees over, and he made me fall back. He wasted no time this time, no foreplay. I wanted to be fucked hard, and he was going to give me exactly that.
Gripping my thighs tightly, he parted my legs. With one swipe of my pussy with his fingers, he tested me for wetness and grunted when he was pleased with what he found.
I kept my eyes open, watching every move he made when he thrust himself into me. He had wedged himself between my legs, holding my thighs apart, he pushed his cock into me. Over and over again while playing with my clit to make me come. I moaned loudly, thrilling at the reverberating pleasure he sent through me body with shocks.