Authors: Mercedes Keyes
By the time all was done,
he’d suffered a bloody nose, a black eye, busted lip and chewed up ear. He had experienced one of his most important lessons connected with being a married man…his wife would expect nothing less than complete devotion from him. Knowing what would be in store for him, he resisted the temptation to ever cheat on her again.
There was also the undeniable fact that she had given him four incredible children and taken on his Esteban right from the start. Mike would kill anyone to protect her and their brood. The four she gave him were the six-year-old twins, a boy and girl. Papo –(Alaric Jordan Webster)- and Lolita Andrea Webster. The next, Felix –(Simon Perry Webster), he was five and their baby girl, Celina Huebana Webster – she was four. His family had become his world. At times, when depression took hold of him, inciting him to feelings of anger, shattering his peace of conscience because he was unable to shake it, haunted by his ugly life, just grabbing up one of his babies and holding on tight and looking into their eyes, seeing his mother’s, that soothed him as nothing else could.
They were the source of his joy and laughter, with the ability to make him forget…even if for only a moment. Shaking his thoughts, he fell quietly to his knees beside the large tick mattress that held Maria and his children, reaching over he shook her hip.
“
Maria…Maria.” He whispered. “I know you are awake… come – I’ve something to tell you.”
She turned narrowed eyes on him.
Immediately he grinned. “Now now…wait until you hear what I have to say first.”
She did not move or care to hear what he had to say. “Go away – my children are sleeping.” She hissed. “Return - to your Gypsy.”
Mike shot to his feet, stepped onto the mattress and hauled his wife up from within the tiny arms and legs about her. Blocking a slap, he tossed her over his shoulder as she struggled quietly not to wake the children.
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Put me down … you - this very moment! Bastardo! Whoreson! Bitch sniffing mongrel!”
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HEY!” He slapped her plump bottom. “You’ll be sorry when you hear what I have to tell you.” He argued back, both still whispering heatedly. In the other room now, he lowered her to the ground and immediately she came down swinging. Mike blocked and deflected all of her blows, laughing because he was too happy to react otherwise.
“
You laugh at me now!? You think it's funny! You leave me with your children! Run here and there into danger, with me never knowing if you’ll return! And when you do! It is to that Gypsy puta!-…”
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A
ye now!! You stop right there!” He warned.
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I will not stop! But I would leave you if I could! If only I had someplace to go – I would take my children…and – and…” She was steaming as he slowly walked up to her, looking down into her face. “Leave me?” He asked softly as he shook his head. “Why would you do such a thing? You know you love me far too much to leave me.”
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Love you…No…I am insane! Crazy you hear! Loco in the cabeza!” She railed, trying to hold onto her steam, but he was standing so close to her, the sheer size of his glorious body now rubbing against her as he lowered himself, his lips at her cheeks, working their way to her ear, his arms around her, pulling her in close to him. Already his actions caused her breathing to deepen, knowing this, he picked her up walking to the big chair in the corner, sitting as she struggled, calling herself every kind of fool for loving him.
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Why do you do this to me?” She whimpered perched on in his lap.
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What? Love you as I do?”
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Love…you know nothing of the word!”
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Oh yes I do and when you hear my news, you will regret treating me this way. Hitting your husband…calling me names.” He pretended to be hurt.
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Hmph!” was her reply as she sat with arms crossed, nose in the air. Mike sighed, his hand stroking the long black silk that fell against her back.
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None of that!" She snapped, grabbing his hand and tossing it from her. "Tell me this news…then you are free to return to your gringa! I want nothing more to do with you!” She didn’t know who to be angrier at, him or her cousin for bringing the young beauty. She did not care that it was an accepted practice for men to have a wife, and a mistress, she would not tolerate it. Either she would be enough for her husband, or she would have no husband; no matter how it would hurt her to let him go. She had her pride.
Mike chuckled, knowing better. “The more you say my wife, the worse you make it for yourself.”
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So you say! You still have not told me this news you go on about, were it such good news, why did you not bring it to me right away? I tell you why…because you had to dally with the gringa first!”
Mike sighed shaking his head. “I swear to you, not since the last time you knew of, have I cheated on you. Why can you not believe that?” He asked sincerely. She turned on his lap facing him with squinted eyes, “Because I know how you love to use this thing!” She poked his groin hitting her target. Making him flinch and cover himself protectively. “Careful now! Mrs, I advise you to use caution with how you poke me!”
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How I poke you…” She repeated with disdain. “…I will use the same caution you use, when poking me with it!” She snapped.
Mike grinned. “Ah…careful – watch what you say, wake him…and you will only have yourself to blame, then you will have to contend with it-…emmm.” His hips flexed upwards under her rear,
showing her what he had warned her of. Maria could already feel what was happening. “See what you’ve done…I think my news will now have to wait.” Mike informed her, pulling her to him for a kiss. “No no no…you think you will leave the gringa…and then come to me?!”
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Damn it…I have been with no other!” He growled, wanting her, now.
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You Lie! I saw you go in with her!” She held him away from her, her hands at his broad shoulders, trying in vain to push him back.
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I talked to her yes…but that is all, nothing else happened! I want you…I love you. Only you do this to me…” He grabbed her hand and pressed it to his hardening erection.
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You lying whoreso-…” She started, but was unable to finish for her husband pulling her mouth tightly against his. She struggled, pushed at him, but the feel of him, the smell of him, his tongue – thick and warm, probing so deliciously took the fight right out of her.
With her heart pounding and his hips gyrating beneath her, turning up the heat between her thighs, awakening a throb that soon left her wet and wanting him, melting her like butter in the hot sun. “Emmm.” She whimpered. Holding her face, Mike pulled away looking into her eyes, taking several deep breaths, trying to stop the squirming of his hips.
‘This is ridiculous! Get your mind off your cock! You just had your little sister brought to you!’
His conscience scolded, Mike leaned his forehead against Maria’s as he took several deep breaths.
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I need you to listen to me. I have something to tell you, concerning the young girl they brought here.” The latter part was as good as ice poured down her back. Maria yanked herself back from him about to leap off of his lap. She couldn’t believe he had the nerve to actually discuss the girl with her.
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Wait! If you would just hold still a moment and stop accusing me of something I’ve not done-…” She snatched herself away from him folding her arms stubbornly. “You’re going to feel like a fool in a minute when I tell you what I have to say about her, you have absolutely no cause for this jealous bitterness you feel.” He admonished.
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That may be true, but it is your past philandering that is the cause of what I feel now. So feeling like a fool is not new to me when it comes to you!” She retorted.
Mike sighed. “Maria…please, I did not come to you to argue, believe me when I say that I love you. Never again will I do anything to make you feel as I have, you have my word.”
Maria searched his eyes for the truth.
God help her, but she loved him too much. He was such a beautiful man; she should have known what she was up against falling in love with him. If she could have shielded her heart from him, she would have…it was too late now, because she was stuck and in love beyond her control. With a sigh, she calmed herself. “Okay…tell me, what about the young gringa?”
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Do you remember me telling you about my mother and the way she was when I was taken away from her?”
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Yes…of course I do.” She answered softly, wondering what this had to do with the young woman. Her heart ached for her husband when he spoke of his mother. Many nights she lay holding him, absorbing his sorrow. He had told her things that no one else knew; of his dream of one day going back there – to Webster Fields and getting her but as time had passed, he had grown ashamed of himself, of what he did. With such adoration for Princess Ceś alena, he could not see bringing her to this place surrounded by thieves and outcasts. How could he possibly face her now? The idea was dismissed from his mind even though now and again, when he slipped into silence staring off into the distance, she knew that his mother – Lena…was on his mind.
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Maria…the young girl that Juan brought to me…she is my little sister. She is Hope, the child my mother carried when I was sold away from the plantation.”
She stared at him in astonishment. “What? But, how can this be Miguel? Hope!? The gypsy? How would Juan have known about her, to find her?”
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It was by accident. He didn’t know who she was when he took her. Maria…she’s a golden copy of my mother, eyes and all. Celina, as the young woman she will become. Wait until you meet her. I could not believe my eyes…I still can not believe it! She’s here…right here with me, the minute I laid eyes on her I knew.”
“
Oh Miguel, I am so happy for you! You are right; I do feel like such a fool. I cannot explain what comes over me, I just-…”
His finger covered her lips, cutting her off. “Don’t! I’m the fool for ever giving you cause to feel as you do. Let us not dwell on the past, especially now that my future is changing and for the better. Oh Maria, the feeling that came over me to have that part of her with me. I’d already resolved it in my mind that I would never see or know of anyone from my past, or…my family again. Now look – I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve such a blessing…but I am thankful…so thankful.” He finished, pulling her to him for a hug, his head nestled to her breast as she held him there feeling his elation. Slowly his head fell back to look at her.
One hand rest
ed in her lap as his other began stroking her back. She pulled back a bit looking down at him, feeling him grow rapidly erect, flexing it beneath her with a silent message.
“
Nooo.” She whimpered noticing his eyes glazing over with passion.
The hand that was in her lap began moving toward the juncture of her thighs. “Miguel, we cannot – there is no place for us to go.” She sucked in with a groan as his fingers found their destination, firm, knowing, warm – yet gentle and searching as they probed to find her growing excitement. Her gown was in the way - getting around the obstacle, he gathered it up so that he could work his hand beneath.
It all worked to fully arouse him, looking into her eyes and enjoying the play of expressions crossing her features as he touched her. She knew him well by now, when he wanted her; he would have her, no matter how she tried to deny him. It was not that she did not enjoy him making love to her; it was that he did not know when enough was enough. One would think after seven years, he would have cooled himself a bit, however – that was not the case. His appetite was insatiable, often she found herself sore at times from his vigorous onslaught. A gasp escaped her, “Ooooh…” she moaned; his fingers were touching and rubbing her, making her sensitive, wet and throbbing, pushing her to the edge of climaxing. She grabbed his large hand, with the intent of pulling it away, but it was too late, she could not…not now.
Her head went back as he rubbed, then a finger entered her. “Noooo…oh nooo…please.” She held his hand to her, her hips moving and grinding. “Mi – mi – mi-…” She whimpered unable to say his name.
“
I need to be inside you.” He hissed huskily.
Unable to answer him, she caught her bottom lip between her teeth as the tension in her body built while she clenched and gripped at his kneading fingers. His warm mouth laving and kissing the side of her neck, below her ear, whispering, “I love you…I love you…” between every suck and nibble.
“
Oh Miguel…oh ohhh – I’m – I’m…”
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Kiss me…give me your mouth.” He ordered, she turned her mouth to him, her breathing growing deeper, her mind spinning madly; his solid, long, erection pressing beneath her, rubbing back and forth against her bottom as his fingers prepared to send her into pleasure so sharp and sure, she began trembling. His tongue filled her mouth forcing her to suck it in. He kissed her madly, in a frenzy, leaving her with no doubt he would be taking her soon. Maria snatched her mouth away from his as her body seized up into a tight spring on the verge of release with her whimpering, a cry building to erupt into a scream. Mike grabbed her by the hair pressing her mouth back to his to swallow her noisy, soul shattering, climax as she convulsed around his fingers.
One sensitive shock after the other released themselves at her nether region as she shook her head, pushing Mike’s hand away, unable to stand his touch a moment more. “No
no no no no, pleeeease – Oh ohhh…” She begged as he lifted her, desperate now himself to enter her body. “Miguel nooo…the kids…” She whimpered. Too late, his erection was out in its full glory. “Turn on my lap.” He ordered, already doing most of the work. “Nooo… Miguel… the kids…” She worried.
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Now!” All that was required was that she put her leg over to straddle him; she had no choice, doing as he wanted while his mouth kissed the column of her throat. With his hands gripping her hips, he sought entry. “Guide me in.” He moaned. Again she whimpered, reaching down taking him into her hand. The silky softness of his skin was contradictory to the absolute hardness of which it covered. He was swollen to such a size, sitting on it and sinking down made her groan from being stretched and filled to capacity.
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Ssss ahhh! Oh God …wait!” She cried as he thrust upward, pushing her down on him with pressure to her hips. Maria knew there was nothing she could do to stop him; he was pumping up into her with a feverish speed. Wrapping her arms around him, she held on while he grinded her hips to his groin, working madly to reach that taunting, teasing peak guaranteed to make him temporarily crazy. He couldn’t quite get the thrusts he wanted, and before she knew it, he’d pushed to his feet with her held tightly against his body. “Miguel – wait – what?!”
He rushed with her to the table and laid her on top. “Miguel do not be so rough.” She cried when her bottom landed on it. He could not answer; he was too busy pushing her gown up and out of his way, grabbing her knees pushing them wide and back beside her breasts, “Miguel! Please – Oh!”
Mike threw his head back with eyes closed and began thrusting, strong and deep. Maria gasped out loud feeling him deep to the end of her womb. She was on her elbows with her palms flat on the tabletop as he kept control of her lower body, holding her in place as he pumped.
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Oh God…Maria…ohhh…” He reached out with one hand to cup and squeeze her breast, while anchoring her hip with the other, shaking his head…his face contorted, he stiffened and groaned loud. “Sh sh sh!” Maria reached up grabbing the back of his head with one hand; while covering is mouth with her other to keep in his grunting release.
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You’re gonna – wake - the kids.” She warned low, afraid they may have already heard them. He was breathing too hard and fast, still holding himself within her as he pushed deeper, and flexed himself to pump out the last of his essence within her.