Season 1, Episode 4
Juan POV
Sofia laughed as I led her into the dimly lit house.
"Shh, stay quiet. I don't want my sister-in-law hearing us."
"Isn't she the girl who married your jerk of a brother?" she inquired as she closed the door behind her. I keep her small hand on it since I know the house.
"Jeez, turn on the lights," she said quietly.
"And then Elena murders me." I whispered as I tiptoed into the heavy darkness. I ran my hand along the wall.
"And she has no idea Carlton is a jerk. And I'm not going to tell her; it's not my problema." I muttered.
I felt till I reached an open space, indicating that it was the entrance to the living room. When my toe brushed up against the fucking sofa's foot, I nearly cursed out.
"I swear to God, I am going to kill that sofa tomorrow." I sat down and drew Sofia's petite frame onto me, straddling me. She grinned, rubbing herself against me. I could smell alcohol on her breath, and we were both high on alcohol and cocaine at this time.
"You have beautiful eyes."
She laughed, and I could tell her cheeks was flushed. Too bad she didn't realize I couldn't see her eyes in the dark.
"And you make me soooo horny, Juan." I could feel her breath close to my lips as she whispered, but I gently pushed my face away. I didn't like kissing—especially Sofia. She was renowned as the blow-job queen in this neighborhood.
You only need two shots of tequila and two sniffs of cocaine to get the Puta where you want her.
"You already know I've got something for you." I muttered. My hands gripped around her delicate neck, and I gently squeezed it.
"God, it would feel so good to squeeze you until you turned blue, little rabbit." She laughed, unaware of the risk. They don't realize it until it's too late. But she was lucky because I had another plan, which was to have my dick sucked, cleaned, and beautified.
"Can I call you Daddy?" She asked.
When my tongue licked her ears, she moaned.
"I don't think you can when you'll be choking on my cock in the next second."
"Hmmm....oh, Papi, you make me so horny." "Yeah?"
I softly lowered her to her knees and swiftly drew my pants down. We'd had enough chit-chat; it was time to get down to business. If we hadn't been in the dark, I'm sure she would have been intimidated by the length.
I took her hand in mine and rested it on my throbbing cock.
"Oh, my God, Papi, my mouth is watering." I grinned cynically at her, "I want you to meet Juan 2, he knows his way around the ladies better than I do." I elaborated.
I take a fistful of her hair and make sure I have the proper grasp. It wasn't just about gaining a grasp; it was about obtaining that feel and rhythm when her head started bobbing and her throat started working. Her breath was brushing against my aching cock.
I moaned as I felt her jagged tongue lick the base of it.
"Don't try to go virgin on me, baby." I muttered. This is where the hair grip comes into play. It gave me command of the puta. I took my dick and inserted it into her warm, salivating mouth. My mouth opened wide.
"Shit! If I busted under 5 minutes, don't tell anyone of yo putas else your head will be in a ditch or better yet, my basement." I took her mouth out of my dick so she could respond, but all she did was giggle and nod.
She reinserted my dick and allowed her to slowly bobble up and down. I don't usually go slow, but because I hadn't done shit in a long time, slow and steady was the way to go.
"That's a good girl." I mumbled, feeling her throat crushing my cock's head.
"Oh, my God." I moaned like a wuss. My grip on her hair became much tighter. I pushed my cock further; I could hear her groaning, sloppy noises, and it only drove my desire to damage her mouth. Her saliva was pouring all over my thighs as I began grinding in her mouth. Later, I'll let her lick that up. I then started fucking her mouth.
"Oh, my God, baby, this mouth is like heaven." I drew her away to allow her to breathe, and within seconds, I had my cock deep within her
divine lips.
"Ay dios mio!" I just blurted it out. I was about to blow when the light came on, but it didn't stop me. I blew everything into her mouth and then pushed her away.
"Both of you get out." Elena's drowsy voice yelled.
She was in her little nightgown, flaunting those smooth thighs that I can't get enough of—there was nothing wrong about watching. I'm not touching.
Sofia stands up, wiping the corners of her mouth. She tucked her hair into a sloppy ponytail and reached out her hand. I looked at it, puzzled.
"My money." I scoffed, dipping my hand inside my jeans pocket—the pants I had yet to pull up. My cock was still on display for everyone to see.
I gave her a hundred dollars, and she exited the room. I was now dealing with an irate sister-in-law. "I don't want prostitution to take place in my house."
"Your house, your rules." I said, my gaze still fixed on her thighs.
"And pull up your damn pants." She mumbled. She turned to exit the living room, but I stopped her with my voice.
"Stay with me for a little." She turned around with her face twisted, as if she smelled something bad. I rose up, pulling up my boxers and then my jeans, but I didn't button it, so it sagged off my hips. When I looked up, she was staring at my crotch.
I grin, having caught her in the act. Elena, you're a bad girl, but I'll never stop you from looking. I guess we're both observers.
"Why would I want to stay with you, eww?" I approached her and gently pushed her against the wall.
"There is no need to be impolite. Can't a soul simply require your soul to be fulfilled?" I chuckled as I noticed a slight flush on her cheeks.
"Why are your eyes always like that?"
"How?" I inquired, my gaze sinking even lower.
"Stop looking at me like that."
"Doesn't it make you..." I didn't have to continue my sentence because she was already prepared to fill in the blank.
"Get out of my face, Juan." She scoffed, pushed me to the side, and stepped up the stairs. I observed how her round ass bounced when she walked. My mind began to imagine—I cleared my throat and began to trail behind her.
"Goodnight, Juan. And no more prostitutes in the damn house," she said as she paused at her door.
"Certainly, Mami. I'll do anything for you." I licked my lips as I flirted.
"And please, stop flirting with me, you little pervert." She unlocked her door and slipped in before I could say anything.
I strolled down my hall, my mind on her round ass. Carlton had no idea I was thinking about his wife, but she wouldn't dare complain to him—she would've done it already.
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