Meet Esteban, a carefree, 21 year old bachelor by day and bullfighter by night.
Since the night of his father's death, Esteban has made it his personal mission to kill every single bull in Espana, no matter what stood in his way.
But what happens...
As I scrubbed my body clean from the gore, I hear movement outside my window. I cowered beneath the warmth of the waters as I see a shadow against the wall of my window.
"Who's there!" I whispered, grabbing a shower brush as my weapon of choice. I sighed with relief as I saw Esteban struggling to climb up the tiles of my wall. A trail of red blood painted the iron as he climbed over the last railing.
"How did you know where I lived?" I whispered.
"I asked your friend Mariela? Nice girl" he chuckled sarcastically.
"I rushed over here so I didn't have a chance to shower" he sighed and looked into the warmth of my bath. We stare in silence as he slowly disrobes, his clothes falling into a small pile on the floor.
I Was free to inspect his god- like physique which was now on full display. He stood in the corner of the room in his undergarments, wondering whether or not he should continue.
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I lifted the arch of my eyebrow, my signal to encourage him to continue. I knew tonight would be the night I lost my chastity to the one they called El Jefe.
He slowly pulled his pants down while his pride hung free, its veiny shaft had a mind of his own.
Only a gasp escaped my lips as I inspected its length. I had only seen sculptures of naked men at museums and in paintings... but never a real life.
He smirked with satisfaction, pleased with my response and stepped into the bath. I back away from the middle, giving him space to sit, my signal for him to join me.
Slowly, he dipped in and kissed behind my wet shoulder, massaging each part with care. I impatiently turned my head to face him so we could kiss.
I forced him to turn around and scrubbed his back delicately. Blood mixed with soap dripped into the water as he closed his eyes with peace.
"What are you doing here" I whispered, still cleaning his back.
"I needed to see why my girlfriend would run away in the middle of my interview" he scoffed.
"Girlfriend?" I repeated. He blushed and leaned against the bath into my chest. I wrapped both my legs around him as he relaxed between my chest.
"I am like fire and you are ice. We will never agree mi amor" he sighed and lifted each leg to kiss it passionately.
He sat up and turned around to face me. His palm clutched the side of the bath as he pushed me against the bottom of the bath. He slowly massaged my bosoms while I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Mi amor.... I just want you to experience my life to the fullest. I need you by my side to support me in that arena" he whispered. I moaned as he takes in the nipple of my flesh.
"But Esteban.." I grunt, " I cannot sit there while. You kill those—-"
"You must... I need you by my side Anais" he begged. Before I could answer, he lead his aroused membrane against my stomach. He paused and looked into my eyes, wondering if he should continue.
Hesitation filled my mind as I stared into his lust-filled eyes. Was I ready to be taken by him?
"I want you to scream el Jefe when you have had enough"
"but My abuela—-"
—-Is sleeping. Her light was off in her room; I made sure" he coaxes me for silence. I nodded softly and he slowly eased into my flower. I cursed in pain as I take in his length, not breaking contact with his hunger filled eyes.
He continued to deepen into my core as I fell deeper into the waters. He made sure I was familiar with his length. He quickens the pace as water splashes onto my tile.
"Esteban!" I grab his back for control but he ignores me and continues. I grab the sides of the tub as he went deeper inside me.
"Estaban!" I whisper against his neck. I didn't think I could take any more. He kissed me softly as he pounded into my core. "I am not even fully in" he smirked and continued.
"El Jefe!!" I screamed for mercy. He paused and finally pulled out. We both took a minute to catch our breaths while we held each other in love.
He lifted me from the bloody waters and carried me onto my marble counter. We continued to kiss before he bent me across the countertop to slowly ease himself in.
"Aye! gentle!" I cursed him as he violently slapped my butt.
"Los siento mi armor" he curses and pumps away. I feel the warmth between my core as he kisses my back. Just before he bursts, he pulled out and carried me into my bed, hovering over me as he continued. My iron bedframe rocked with his rythm as we kissed passionately while massaging my breast.
A feeling unexplainable came over me as my feet began to curl.
Finally he pulled out and coxed his beast with his palm; he dropped his white fluid onto my stomach, kissing me softly before he collapsed onto me. He was not only the victor in the arena, but the victor in my bed.
I blew out my candle and rested my head against his sweaty chest. He pulled me against his warm body and we kiss until we both fell asleep.
