Taking the Thief

Leaning down, I slip her hard, pink pebbled nipple into my mouth. Her moans grow as I switch from one peak to the other. Our bodies start to move like they should, each thrust sends me deeper and deeper into her womb, possessing her wholly. “Solamente mía, Natasha. You’re mine, only mine.”

“Julian,” she whispers, running her fingers up my biceps as I drag my cock slowly out then pound forward. She gasps and arches her back with her hips lifting off the bed. I lean down and steal her breath in a passionate kiss of longing and possession. She welcomes it and begs for more.

“I’m coming,” she shouts, clutching onto me while her pussy pulls every drop of cum out of my balls. I mark her womb as my own. All the while hoping I left my son inside. I take another minute to kiss her, whispering my love for her. I knew it from the moment I walked into the room, and now it’s final. She’s never going to get away from me. Even if it means pleading and reminding her how perfect we are together. As our breathing returns to normal, I pull back and land stomach down onto the bed, feeling relaxed and pleased. My arm wraps around her waist, tugging her closer to me.

“Wow,” she sighs contently, running her fingers over my hand.

“Was that a good wow or damn, did I waste it on him?”

“A very good wow. Is it possible that I want more and more orgasms like right this minute?”

“It’s possible, mi amor, but I need a minute.” I turn to my side to look at her and my hard cock starts digging into her thighs. It’s obvious that my cock is in total agreement for a round two.

“That was a fast minute,” she teases.

I pin her down with my hands holding hers up above her head. “See what you do to me.” Moving both her hands to one of mine, I reach between us and run the tip against her seam.

“Please, Julian.”

“Are you mine?”

“Are you mine?” she throws back at me.

“Siempre, Natasha. Always.” I thrust forward claiming her again. Fuck, I’m already on edge. This time though, I want to take my time worshipping her. I want her to remember every touch belongs to her. “You own me, mi amor.”

Chapter 7

Natasha

Mauling him in our sleep wasn’t what I was aiming for, but it sure got the trick done. My body aches in all the right places. Even my breasts have marks from his scruff. I won’t even start on my inner thighs. The man is sexy and powerful, holding me down and taking control. Now he’s in the bathroom preparing the bath for me.

I sigh and smile. Could this be real? I close my eyes and breathe deep, releasing it slowly letting my body relax. “So beautiful.” My eye dart to the bathroom where Julian is standing there in a towel with his broad chest wet from his quick shower. He’s biting his bottom lip while devouring my body with his gaze.

“I could say the same. You’re so damn sexy, Mr. Navarro.” He growls, and drops his towel, climbing onto the bed and enclosing me in with his larger frame.

“I could wake up like this for the rest of my life,” he mutters, kissing my neck.

I sigh, turning my head to give him more access. “Yes, but you wouldn’t get much work done.”

“Ah, my staff would be happy with a less intrusive boss.” His fingers dip into my tight, swollen pussy.

“I happen to like you to be intrusive,” I moan, arching my back.

“Yes, well, rest assured, I’ll have to make this my full-time occupation. But first, let me get you into the water. I’m sure you’re hurting.”

“Will you join me?”

“No other place I’d rather be.” He slides off the bed, pulling me with and lifting me into his arms. He sets me into the water. Then his phone rings. It’s on the vanity. “It’s Marisol. I have to take this.”

“Of course.” I blush, wondering what his sister would think of me. Oh shit, my brothers are going to flip if they find out that I slept with Julian. “Esperate, que paso?” He just moved outside of the door. “Si, vas a volar aqui?” I can hear him pacing, so I clean up with the soap quickly forgetting about the relaxing part. He comes into the room and tries to hide the distress. “Move over, woman. I’m not letting this moment go.” He steps into the water, sitting behind me and pulling back against his chest.

“What’s going on, Julian?”

“Someone has plans to ruin our time together. Your brother’s coming tomorrow.”

“What? Why? He’s going to want to bring me home,” I gasp, panicking.

Julian tightens his hold on me. “You’re not going anywhere unless you want to go. You’re mine and if you want to see the world, tell me, and I’ll make it happen, but you’re not going to go with him. Understood?”