Season 2, episode 7
Juan POV
Once we had parked in the building's parking lot, I switched off the engine of the car. Elena didn't say much the entire time she was here, and I was truly expecting her to tell me that Carlton had touched her. I glanced at her, knowing that my feelings for her were growing stronger by the day. She was dressed in my sweater and jeans today. I know she was trying to hide the bruises, but it's too late now.
"I want you to go to therapy, Princesa." I expected her to respond, but she didn't, and those seven words remained dangling in the air.
"Elena." I called out quietly for her. I reached out to touch her, but she shrieked and I jerked my hand away. I looked at her with concern.
"What's wrong, Princesa?"
"Get the hell away from me." She sobbed and tried to yank open the door, but I immediately latched it on my side.
"Please let me out. Help! Please help!" She yelled, banging on the glass. The glass cracked slightly. "Elena, it's me, Juan. I'm not going to hurt you."
"Hey, calm down. It's me, Juan." I said it several times in an attempt to calm her down. She had stopped hammering on the glass, but she was still crying and refused to look at me.
"I want to go for a walk." She attempted to open the door again. But I didn't unlock it. I wasn't going to let her out until she calmed down.
"Hey, look at me." I moved her head to face me, but her eyes were closed. "What do you see when you first open your eyes?" I inquired.
"H-him," she stumbled. She was trembling and exhaling heavily.
"Can you do something for me, Princesa?" She simply nodded. I cracked a smile.
"You're a good girl. I want you to take calm, deep breaths in and out, and then count down from 10 to 1. "Can you do that for me, Princesa?"
She began to breathe in and out, and I followed suit, before counting down from ten to one. Her eyelids slowly opened, and she drew me into an embrace.
"You went black on me there, princesa. You want to explain why." She made a shaky motion with her head. I realize she was defending that jerk, but I've already dealt with the matter. I'm always one step ahead of everyone.
"I want you to go to therapy." "I don't want to go; it's far too expensive." She sighed and crawled into my lap. I had to recline the chair so she could rest her head on my chest securely.
Her thick hair falls about her face, and I strain to get it out. "I'll be paying for it," I pecked her cheeks. "So don't worry about it."
"Why?"
"I don't want you to keep everything within. It will lead you down the same path I walked, which I do not want."
"No, why are you doing all of this?" Because I love you and will go to any length to make you happy. But instead, I respond, "Because you are the best person, and well, I want to help." My brow wrinkled as I realized I had just uttered nonsense from my damn mouth.
I couldn't tell her how much I loved her because I wanted to do it when the timing was right, and now isn't the time.
She leaned away from my chest and proceeded to run her fingers over my shoulders and chest. I watched as her eyes clouded with desire. She started grinding on my crotch. I gulped, attempting to keep my horniness at bay.
She gradually unbuttoned my shirt. "Hey, later on, we can do this, but therapy comes first." She shook her head and crushed her lips to mine. I pushed her away slightly. "I promise you that if you go to therapy right now, we'll have all of the fun tonight."
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Juan POV
Camila had contacted me to pick up Carlton at the hospital, but I told her she should drop him off when she got home from work. Carlton was no longer my fucking responsibility. After Elena's therapy session, I had to drop her off and rush to my office.
Now, I was finished and headed back to Elena. I wanted to go on a date with her. Sure, she's unaware of it, but that's what makes it so lovely. I was already dressed for the occasion. I had a dress in the back for her that I am confident would fit her well.
As I pulled up the driveway, I noticed Camila's car. My grin faded. Couldn't she have taken him home while I was away? Now I feel like punching him in the face again. I didn't care if it appeared that I was using his face as a punching bag, since he deserved it.
I don't care what your girlfriend does; you never touched her. I parked my car and came out, furiously slamming the door. I opted to leave the dress in the car. Perhaps the date will have to be rescheduled for another time.
I swung the door open, and the doorknob smacked against the wall. I slammed the door shut behind me. In the kitchen, I could hear whispering. I appeared to see Elena sobbing on the stool and Camila clutching an irate Carlton.
He seemed to be in bad shape. I'm wondering who could have done such a thing to him—oh, it's me. Elena stood up and ran towards my side as soon as she spotted me. I embraced her and kissed the top of her head.
"Are you OK?" I inquired, brushing her thick hair away from her face. She simply nodded. "I need to know you're okay." "I am fine, I am just scared." "It's all right, Camila would never let him hurt you."
"All right, go upstairs." She nodded and left the kitchen. My gaze was drawn to Carlton.
"What's up, Carlton? I expected you to stay a little longer in there." Camila interrupted him, saying, "I told you to play nice." She had a sneer on her face. Camila and I had a striking resemblance. We both had black hair and dark brown eyes, and we were around the same height. The only distinction between us was that she was book clever and I was street savvy. But don't assume for a second that she didn't know how to operate a gun; we even have the same gun with our initials carved on it.
"He keeps beating on her. Simply put, I kept beating on him." I gave a shrug. Camila approached me and drew me into a hug before whispering, "Move out or something." I could move, but Elena would be in danger if she came with me, and I didn't want to leave her alone. It wasn't just abandoning her; it was the fact that I loved her and couldn't face the thought of losing her—how unhealthy and selfish. "We are figuring it out." I murmured as I patted her back and broke the connection.
"Well, duty has called. I'll say it one more time: Be nice to each other." She warned, pointing at both me and Carlton as if we were kids. Now it was just me and him. We both scowled at each other, and I could feel the hatred filling the room and smothering us. "I suggest you don't even think about her anymore; she's gone, man." I walked out of the kitchen, leaving him alone.
Season 2, episode 8
Elena POV
I chewed my lower lip as I saw Juan remove her jacket. Her back was turned to me, and her back, arms, and shoulders muscles rippled as she slipped off her shirt. Her skin was covered in tattoos, and she was left covered in her midnight black sports bra. I gently closed the door.
I was a traditional girl who wanted to know who my soul was making knots with, but there were so many layers to peel off of her that I don't think I was patient enough.
She was going to fuck me tonight—screw my recovery process. I'll think about it tomorrow.
I reached up to pull the strap down my shoulders but stopped myself since I enjoyed having her finger tips tickling along my body.
"Juan." I approached her cautiously, whispering. If I bite my lips any further, they might fall off. When she turned around, I purposefully fell into her arms, my hands landing on her muscular chest. "Oh, Juan, I need you so much." I muttered.
"Take my dress off." I twisted around in her arms, and now my ass cheeks were directly on her front.
Her gold-like hands carefully yanked down the strap, but she didn't stop there as she delicately touched my flesh.
"Your skin feels silky soft." She spoke in a whisper. Her finger went under my throat and stayed there, tilting it so I was peering up at her.
"Do you realize how lovely you are, Princesa? Even after I die, I'll never forget how gorgeous you are."
My stomach, like my pussy, makes summersaults.
"Juan...please." I exhaled deeply and began caressing her hard on. My legs began to wobble as her lips brushed against mine. I clasped her arms, which were securely wrapped around my waist.
She heightened the kiss since I was too preoccupied with attempting to stay upright in her arms. I could taste her whiskey tongue in mine, and it was gradually drunkening me—to let her do whatever she wanted.
Her lips left my mind and went behind my ears. She sucked on my pinna before licking my lobe.
"I am addicted to you, Princesa." Her kisses touched my sweet spot, my neck. She licked on it, which made me whimper and moan. Her fingers praised me along my arms and then down my thighs, where she stopped and began rubbing tingling circles.
I could feel her cock banging between the folds of my ass as she began dry humping me.
"Oh, Dios Juan!" I cried out in Spanish.
"Así es bebé, gime mi nombre en español." Her rich Spanish accent made my pussy leak even more. I yanked myself away from her touch and started ripping my dress off. My skin was as crimson as the devil's dessert. I ran back into her arms and kissed her on the chest. I shoved her into the bed and forced her to lie down.
I slid on her and kissed her lips, then under her chin, my fingers took a good grasp of her sports bra and slowly removed it, leaving her breasts to be free; they didn't have any ink on them like the rest of her body.
I pinched them, causing her to whimper.
I grinned. I pecked both of her nipples, and I felt her arch beneath me. I licked her genitalia very gently.
"Oh, my God, Mami. Oh dios mio mami por favor no te detengas." She shuddered under her breath. I let my tongue lap her nipples before nibbling on them. I then put them in my mouth like a baby and sucked on them all.
"Elena...Elena....Elena!" She whimpered repeatedly. Her finger caressed my cheeks, and I squeezed them.
"Nadie me ha tocado así, Elena...No one but you, Elena." Her eyes welled up. I moved down to her inked stomach. I kissed and sucked on a random section of her abs, then traced the pistol tattoo on the left side of her ribs with my fingers.
She bit her lower lip. "Por favor, Elena...I...I need you." I peered warmly into her eyes as she continued to whimper. I kissed her lower belly, my eyes widening as I noticed my name tattooed in black ink just below her v-line, the short portion of the 'L' underneath the 'ena'.
My fingers traced over the small tattoos that can represent so much.
I looked up to see her terrified expression. It was the first time I saw her express such emotions.
"It's lovely. Nobody has ever done anything so meaningful for me." I muttered. I smiled as her dread subsided. She seemed concerned with how I perceived her or how her actions affected me.
She extended her hand for me to grab, and she yanked me up to straddle her, her erect cock pressing exactly on my clitoral area.
"Just know if this night changes everything. I will forever love you, Elena." My ass was being kneed by her fingers. Her fingers then started grazing the waistband of my tong. Those fingers finally hooked it and pull it down.
I bite my lower lip as I stare into her lovely, dark brown eyes. "Nothing will change," I reply as I brush my fingers over her black hair. "I'm not going to let it happen." I muttered.
I snatched her firm cock through her pants. God, it's so thick. I started stroking my fingers over her print.
I grabbed her belt and yanked it opened. I slowly peel her pants down.
My eyes widened as I stared at her cock. I gulped. I tried to take my gaze away from the enormous but narrowed mushroom tip, but I couldn't. Her cock was practically cone-shaped.
Bulging veins spread from the base to the tip, demonstrating how huge and terrifying it was.
She tugged me back to straddle her before I could grip it and test the grit of her anaconda, and while I couldn't see her not-so-small friend, I could feel it knocking against my leaking area.
I put a hand on her shoulder. I was beginning to wonder if I could handle it; Carlton was never this huge.
Gosh.
"Don't worry, 7 brothers, 7 different cocks." She muttered, her lips pressing against mine.
"Mhmmm." I hummed over her soft lips. I felt her hands, moved back and grasped both my ass cheeks and split them, and she began to rub me on her base. My slit sandwiched her cock, lubricating it with my juice.
I gently placed my lips on hers. I threw my arms around her neck, loving the kiss and hoped that this night would stay with me forever. Our passion was becoming stronger and stronger. I felt the tip brush against my folds before pushing through and barricading my hole, causing my body to shudder as she entered further.
My mouth gaping, feeling more of her length drive through my soul, I moaned when her hot lips licked on my sweet spot.
"Oh...Juan....Juan!" Her lips left my areas and she pressed against my lips to hush my moans. I then decided to meet her halfway by inching down on the remainder of her cock.
My mouth opened wide as I felt my hole fill to capacity.
"I've never ridden before."
"Allow me to lead." She muttered. Before I knew it, her fingers were digging into my lower back. She then gradually began to have me rock back and forth. I whimpered as I felt her cock touch either side of my walls. She then gradually had me go up and down on it.
I clutched her shoulder as her cock touched a spot where no other cock had gone before.
"Urghhh!" I started grinding on her on my own, and her warm hands reached for my breast. She squeezed one, stuck it in her mouth, and started sucking.
I felt a mounting pressure in my body. "No! Juan, this..." I drew her closer to my chest. My fluids spilled around her thighs as I began to grind harder.
I grabbed her neck and took control. I pressed her lips to mine. i wanted her mouth to delight everywhere.
"Fuck, I want to come!" I groused.
"Ralentiza tu rutina." She exhaled deeply. When I gripped her throat and began squeezing it, she whimpered; it was as if I was swallowing everything she had and she was accepting it. As I locked my gaze on hers, it was as if she had yielded to me.
"Oh, please, God, please!"
Her forehead brushed up against mine, and we locked gazes. "No puedo dejarte ir." She murmured, her eyes drifted close, and tears slipped from her eyes. I drew her into an embrace, slowly grinding in her cock; the pressure down there was increasing.
"Quiero que tengas a mi bebe ahora mismo?" myMy floors were filled with her juice, causing me to squeal. The warmth was splattering around in my tummy.
"Oh, my God, Juan!" I yelled as I spammed on her dick. I tried to get off her, not wanting to create a mess on her, but she gripped me tightly. I started crying.
Euphoria has swallowed my soul, and I don't know how to consume it.
This was happiness, and it made me so joyful that all I could do was cry and laugh. She leaned in and softly kissed my tears.
"I've never felt anything quite like this."
"Neither do I. But the best part is that we're only getting started." She grinned.
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