I nod my head. “So much.”
The fingers of his free hand slide through my wet folds. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he says.
I grind against his hand, seeking more pressure.
“So ready for me,” Emilio says as he shoves two fingers inside me.
“I’ve been ready for a long time,” I admit.
“Is that what you think about when you’re playing with your little vibrator? Do you shove it all the way in, Frankie, imagining it’s my cock while you fuck yourself?”
“Yes.” I bite down on my lower lip, trying to keep my nose down. I do not need to wake the entire house up.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you,” Emilio grunts.
“Then do it already or are you just all talk, Lopez?”
“All talk? You’re going to wish you didn’t say that.” Emilio removes his fingers and lines his cock up with my entrance, slowly sliding in. “Fuck, Frankie, fuck!” he grits out between clenched teeth.
“Are you okay?” I ask him.
“Best I’ve ever been. I just… You feel really fucking good. Better than I ever imagined,” he says.
I wrap my legs around his waist and hold him against me as I lift my ass off the mattress, making his cock go even deeper.
“Damn it,” Emilio groans. His mouth comes down and covers mine. And then he pulls out of me before slamming right back in.
“Ah, oh, fuck. Emilio. Like that, do that again!” I tell him. And he doesn’t disappoint. Emilio fucks me in a way I’ve never been fucked before.
“Mine,” he grunts as his mouth moves down my neck and his hips continue to thrust in and out of me.
“I’m going to…” My eyes close as I feel the orgasm building. My body goes rigid.
“Yes, you are. Come all over my cock, Frankie,” Emilio says, picking up his pace.
I come apart beneath him. Pleasure ignites in every fiber of my being, and Emilio continues to fuck me all the way throughthe orgasm. When I finally feel my body relax, he pulls out of me. With his cock in his hand, he tugs on it and then he’s coming all over my stomach.
“Holy shit, I can’t wait until we do that again,” I say as I inhale a lungful of air, trying to catch my breath.
“Give me five minutes and we can go again,” he says.
“Only five minutes? You sure you’re that ready?”
“We have years to make up for, Frankie. I’m not wasting any time, and my cock is always ready to fuck you.” Emilio rolls over, falling onto the mattress. He pulls me closer until my head is on his chest and his arm is wrapped around my back. “I’m really fucking glad you came with me this weekend.”
“Me too.”
Chapter Thirteen
Ifell asleep with the woman I’ve wanted in bed for as long as I can remember. She was right there, in my arms. I woke up without her. I didn’t fucking like it. Her scent is still here, on my sheets. Getting up, I head for the bathroom and showerbefore dressing in a suit, because that’s what’s expected of us. It’s always business, even when we’re at home.
Thankfully, my mom is a fashion genius and makes sure we have the best suits that money can buy. All custom-made and fitted, with fabrics that don’t leave you to sweat in the heat of Mexico.
Once I’m dressed, I step out of my room and look into the guestroom. Frankie isn’t in there either. My gut drops. Where the fuck is she? Of course I don’t run through the house screaming out her name like I want to. That would be irrational.
It doesn’t take long to find her. She’s in the dining room with the rest of my family: all three of my brothers, my sister, my mom and dad.
“Morning,” I say when I walk in.