*Viewers Discretion is adviced*
♡ Nia's POV ♡
Juan emerged from the shower, his wet hair dripping onto his shoulders. He caught my gaze, and a slow, seductive smile spread across his lips. I couldn't deny the attraction, but I needed to maintain control.
He watched as I struggled to clean my hair with the towel, and he came closer, helping me clean up and massaging my scalp. His fingers gently traced the outline of my jaw, sending shivers down my spine.
"You can't resist, can you?" he murmured, his voice a low.
"I thought you wanted me to practice self-control," I quipped, attempting to conceal the effect his presence was having on me. Juan's laughter echoed through the room, a deep, seductive sound that sent shivers .
"Self-control is overrated," he whispered, his voice low and suggestive. His fingers traced a teasing path along my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps. "Maybe I like the lack of self-control," he suggested, his eyes, dark and intense, locked onto mine.
He leaned in and began kissing along my neck, lower until he reached my neck. He took my second n*pple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it. I let out a moan. "Juan," I begged, "please."
He picked me up, confusion etched around his face. "I meant please f*ck me," I rolled my eyes as he laughed at me. "You're so awkward, Nia. I know what you meant."
He carried me up, pinned me against the wall, making sure to hold me up. He spoke softly, "I'm going to f*ck you so hard that you won't remember your name. So fucking hard that you won't be able to move for a week without remembering my name."
"Shut up and fuck me," I said to him softly.
He brought his fingers up, pressing them against my clit. My body twitched as I bit my lips to hold back any sounds.
"You really aren't going to moan, mi amor," he teased as I shook my head. "Fine," he accepted, pushing his two fingers harder against my cl*t, rubbing it gently. I had to close my eyes, holding back all I could.
His fingers made their way down my dripping p*ssy, sliding them in. I finally let out a shaky sigh, but it didn't count. He wanted me to moan. "This is really all you can do?" My voice was shaky and tired.
He watched me arching one elbow slightly as I wrapped my hands around his neck to regain back my balance. His hands held my ass firmly before slowly guiding me onto his d*ck. I held my breath as the tip went in.
"Juan," I cried out, leaning my head against the wall. He slowly pulled out of me and at a fast pace thrusted back in again. I cried out, but he seemed to get so much enjoyment. I clawed at his back in his really built body as he continued to fuck me at a fast pace without stopping for my consent this time.
"You drive me so fucking crazy," he growled into my ear, "You're mine and you know that, right?"
I nodded my head, "I love you so much, Juan," it came out as a whisper.
What
did
I
just
say? My heart stopped, my body tensed. Had he heard me? Had he noticed? I pulled away, studying his face, but saw nothing. I let out a sigh of relief as he looked up at me. "Are you alright?" he asked, carrying me back to the bed.
I nodded my head, "It feels so good," I cried out.
"Nia, you're so fucking tight." His fingers curled around my hips as he pulled out and slowly inched back in, repeating the process several times.
I ran my hands into his hair.
"Oh my, please do that again and I'm going to come," I said between panted breaths.
"That's it, baby, give it to me," he said to me as we both started dripping. I moaned so loud that others in the next room could hear.
Fuck, he was the hottest thing that I'd ever have inside me. And I never wanted him to stop.
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The morning after the euphoric night, every part of the anatomy between my legs was on fire. "Juan," I called out but didn't hear a response. I tried tracing the bed to see if Juan was there, and he wasn't.
I opened my eyes and came down from the bed, adjusting my nightgown. I walked out of the room to look for him. "Juan," I kept calling out, walking out of the room.
As I ventured into the unfamiliar surroundings, a sense of concern started to well up within me. The silence hung in the air, broken only by the faint sounds of morning.
I was still a little sore, but my determination to locate Juan overshadowed any lingering pains between my legs. "Juan," I called out repeatedly, searching for him in the corridors of the motel. I wondered why he had left so early.
Driven by curiosity, I ascended to the rooftop, where I discovered Juan staring at the sunrise, his silhouette etched against the soft hues of dawn. Without hesitation, I approached him, wrapping my arms around him from behind. He turned, meeting my gaze, and gently placed a kiss on my forehead.
"What are you doing out here staring at the sunrise?" I inquired, captivated by the moment.
"I do this every morning; it's the only thing that reminds me of my mom," he revealed, his eyes reflecting a depth of emotion I hadn't fully grasped before.
"I knew Juan had so many inner demons, but he never liked talking about them," I thought, my concern deepening.
"Your mom? Where is she?" I probed gently, sensing the weight in his response.
"She's gone, Nia," he admitted solemnly, "passed away when I was little." The revelation hung in the air, and I couldn't help but wear a sad expression.
"It's okay, Nia, it's a long time ago," he reassured, pinching my cheeks affectionately.
Amidst the soft hues of dawn, I revealed a secret to Juan that I had never shared with anyone. "You know, I don't know who my dad is," I confessed, and his gaze met mine with surprise.
"Your mom never told you?" he inquired, genuine curiosity etched across his face.
"No, she hated talking about him. I'm trying to find out the kind of person he was. She only mentioned that he passed away when I was little, and I don't know any of my relatives," I explained, the weight of my incomplete past lingering in the air.
"What's his name?" Juan asked, a gentle encouragement in his eyes. Just as I was about to answer, the tranquility of our moment shattered by the wailing sirens of police cars surrounding the motel.
Panic gripped me, and I turned to Juan with wide eyes, the air crackling with a sudden sense of fear. Police officers emerged, and an authoritative voice boomed through a speaker, "Juan Lauredo, come out this instant!" Juan descended the building, and I followed closely, my heart racing.
The atmosphere in the motel turned tense as the officer declared, "You are under arrest for the suspicion of the murder of Carlos Vancleef." My heart pounded, and Juan's hands were cuffed as he reassured me, "Follow them safely to the secret apartment. I love you, Nia. I'll be back before you know it."
They ushered him into the vehicle, and as it drove away, leaving me standing there, watching the love of my life being driven away, unsure of what comes next .