Benicio's Dilemma

by M. K. Moore

  “I am admiring you, señora. Hush and let me look my fill.”

  “Lo siento, señor,” she says lowering her eyes away from me. The smirk on her lips tells me she isn’t the least bit sorry. I grin and continue to memorize her every curve.

  “Let me see that ass, mi alma,” I grit out. Calling her “my soul” only feels right. She is the other half of my soul and only a fool wouldn’t acknowledge that. She slowly rolls over so that her perfect heart-shaped ass is in the air. There is a small birthmark shaped like a star on her right cheek. “Open your legs,” I demand, and she does so. Her pink pussy glares at me like a glistening bullseye. I stroke my hard cock looking down at her. I get on the bed and move toward her. I place a light kiss on that birthmark and put her on her back. She smiles up at me and props her legs up, bent at the knee.

  Leaning down, I kiss her swollen lips. I move even closer to her and pull her legs up so that they are wrapped around my waist. Gripping my cock, I line it up with her opening. I push forward slowly, savoring the tight, wet, heat as it envelopes my cock. When I reach the barrier of her innocence, I pause.

  “Benicio, please. Stop teasing me.”

  “Pilar, your body is mine. No one will know you as I do. Do you understand?” I ask through gritted teeth.

  “Si, esposo, soy toda tuya,” she moans, and I surge forward, breaking her cherry and claiming her for my own. With my head thrown back, I roar as I continue to pound into her perfect cunt. Her arms encircle my neck as she tries to get even closer to me. “Por favor Benicio, por favor, no aguanto mas,” she chants. I know I am not going to be able to keep up this punishing pace. Gripping her hips tightly, I pull all the way out of her. I look down and see her blood on my cock. I feel a thousand feet tall. It’s proof positive she’s all mine. Only mine. I slam back into her. Over and over, I fuck in and out of her. Dropping my head to her chest, I pull her tight, hard nipple into my mouth, laving my tongue over it before giving the same treatment to the other one. She is moaning my name.

  “Come for me, Pilar. Give it to me. I am going to fill your womb with my seed,” I groan feeling my orgasm rise up seemingly from my toes. Her pussy is clenching my cock like it’s never going to let me go.

  “Mi rey, do as you will,” she pants. The second she calls me her king, I lose it. Coming like I never have before. Her little body shudders in the aftermath of her orgasm.

  Pulling out of her, I drop my full weight on her. She welcomes me but I know that I can’t stay like this for too long.

  “Wow,” she breathes. I bring my head up off her chest and look at her. She’s grinning. I kiss her lips.

  “I love you, Pilar” I murmur, placing kisses down her neck and the top of her tits.

  “I love you too, Benicio.” Her voice is full of emotion. When I look at her eyes, there are tears falling down her cheeks.

  “Don’t cry, señora.”

  “These are happy tears. I promise. This whole day has just been overwhelming in the best of ways. Thank you for making it special.” I frown.

  “Making what special?” I ask confused.

  “My wedding day and my wedding night. It’s been magical.”

  “We dumped a body,” I deadpan. Nothing screams romance and magic like dumping a body.

  “We did. But I don’t know any other bride who can say something like that. That is a part of your life and I want it to be a part of mine.

  “That’s amazing, Pilar. A twenty-first century Bonnie and Clyde. The plane will be here in a couple of hours. Do you want to sleep? Or shall I make love to you again?”

  “I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” she says before rolling us over, so she is on top. Raising up on her knees, she lowers herself down on my still hard cock.

  It’s going to be a long night.

  After making love until we were both exhausted, we finally fell asleep at dawn. When I rip my eyes open, I see that the sun is high overhead. Shit. I overslept. I feel around for Pilar and sit straight up when I don’t feel her. Her side of the bed is cold. Looking around the room, I don’t see her anywhere. Getting out of bed, I quickly dress. As I am putting my shoes on, the door opens. My gun is across the room, but I see that it is just her.

  “Where the fuck have you been?” I demand, seeing red.

  “I went and got some food and coffee. I have to have coffee.”

  “You left without protection. Anything could have happened to you.”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t think. I was hungry and you looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake you,” she says staring at me intently. Immediately, I soften.

  “It’s okay. Just don’t do that again. I can’t lose you now, Pilar. Not when I just got you.” She smiles, raises up on her tiptoes, and kisses me.

  “I’ll be more careful next time. I promise.”

  We eat quickly then get on the road to the airport. The plane is gassed up and ready to go. We board and are in the air in less than twenty minutes. The trip home is uneventful. We get my car and drive to my house. I need a change of clothes. As soon as I get into the house, with my wife behind me, I am waylaid in the foyer by Junior.

  Hey, hermano. What’s up?” I ask halting his pacing.

  “Where the fuck have you been?”

  “Vegas. This is my wife, Pilar.” I say with pride. My brother pulls her into a quick hug.

  “Bienvenido a la familia Valladares, cuñada,” he says releasing her just as quickly.

  “Gracias, cuñado,” Pilar says giggling.

  “Did you need something, Junior?” I ask.

  “My future father-in-law is a dead man. He’s gone back on the arrangement and my fiancée is seeing red. She has ordered him dead and will be taking over.”

  “Boss?”

  “You are coming with me. Get your gear.”

  “Yes, of course. Pilar can help.”

  “Whatever you think is best. We leave in twenty minutes.”

  “Meet you at the truck,” I say taking Pilar’s hand and leading her up the stairs.

  Luis Abrantes will regret crossing Junior. I also imagine that Carmen isn’t to be trifled with either.

  Twenty-five minutes later, changed and geared up, we are almost to the Abrantes compound. I expect the head of the family to be heavily guarded and I am not disappointed when he is.

  “You deal with these fucks. I’ll handle the rest,’ Junior orders before running up the grand staircase.

  Per the intel Carmen provided, there are five men who will never betray the boss. Those are the ones I must deal with and most likely end.

  I gave Pilar a gun, but she hasn’t pulled it yet. She is holding her own in hand to hand combat with a big mother fucker and fuck if that doesn’t turn me on.

  I take out the other four effortlessly, shooting them all in the head. The big mother fucker is next. Once I have a clean shot, I take it. Blood spray all over my girl and I hate that. Again, I am filled with doubt about whether or not I will be able to keep her happy and still be able to do my job. I have a feeling this dilemma will always plague. The mother fucker falls to his knees then forward. Dead before he fell. Pilar barely jumps out of the way before he lands.

  “I had that,” she says angrily, crossing her arms over her chest. Even pouting, she’s fucking gorgeous.

  “I have no doubt about that, killer. No doubt at all,” I say chuckling.

  My wife will always keep me on my toes, that’s for sure.

  Chapter Eight

  Nine Weeks Later

  Pilar

  “Oh shit, Benny. Please. Stop eating my pussy and fuck me,” I beg. Every day he has taken me to new levels of passion that I didn’t think was possible. Every morning, I wake up feeling like an old woman, barely able to walk. My pussy so deliciously abused that I don’t think it will ever be the same again, but thankfully it never lasts.

  "You want my cock?" he asks.

  "Of course. I crave it. Give it to me."

  "Impatient are we, señora?"

  "Yes. You did
this to me," I tell him. He pulls his mouth away from my pussy and moves up my body with bites and kisses. I yelp when he barely grazes my boob. "Shit that hurt," I say. "Maybe avoid them." He moves to my neck and that's my sweet spot. I start doing math in my head and realize that my last period was two weeks before I got married. Then he slides his thick cock inside of me and I forget all about that.

  "Pilar, your cunt gets tighter every time I slide in. How the fuck is that possible?"

  "Kegel exercises," I moan. Our headboard bangs into the wall with each of savage thrusts. I squeeze my inner muscles around him causing him to curse like I've never heard. I smirk up at him.

  "Pilar," he growls. "You want this to be over before I've really begun?

  "No. Harder. Fuck me harder."

  Then he does and I swear my eyes roll back into my head. His left hand is on my throat, while his right hand grips my hip so tightly that I know my bruises will have bruises. I come screaming his name. I feel his cock swell inside me before he fills me with his seed yet again.

  "I'll have you bred before you know it," he says pulling out of me.

  "Mmm," I mumble tiredly. It's still early, not yet light, but Benny just got home from a job. He's always a bit horny after a job. It might be weird, but it works out well. I would have gone with him, but I wasn't feeling well after dinner. Damn, I really need to get a pregnancy test. He crawls into bed beside me.

  "Te amo," he murmurs, and I automatically say it back to him. He pulls the covers over us, kisses me and he's snoring before too long. I don't know how long I lay there, dozing but then I jump up and run to the bathroom. I throw up and immediately feel better. In the bedroom, I pull on some leggings and the tee-shirt Benny tossed on the floor when he came in. I grab my purse, coat, and gloves, and head out to my car. My brand-new wedding present from Benny was a 2020 Rolls-Royce Cullinan SUV. It’s black, with darkest window tint New Jersey allows. It’s amazing to have a new car, considering my last car was my oldest brother’s old Honda. Since it’s the first week of December, it’s fucking freezing.

  We moved into one of the little houses on my parent's property pretty much as soon as we got back from Carmen’s house. Carmen and I have gotten close. Crazy how things that you never thought were possible suddenly becomes so when we have to ally ourselves against the Popov’s.

  I drive over to the drugstore on Oak Tree Avenue. It’s literally four minutes from the house. I park and rush in, heading directly for the pregnancy tests. I grab a handful of different ones and head to the checkout. Thirty-one dollars later, I head back outside. I toss the bag and my purse into the passenger seat but before I can hop up into the driver’s seat, I feel something hard dig into my side. Startled, I turn slightly and gasp when I see the one man everyone in New England knows of. Yermolai Popov is known as the Borough Butcher. He is on the FBI’s Most Wanted List, but no one would dare turn him in. He has over a hundred bodies tied to him, allegedly. I start to panic, but then I realize I know what I am doing. I’ve got this.

  “Get in the car, devushka,” he demands, and I do what he says. He gets in my backseat and points the gun at me again, this time it's pointed at my head.

  “What’s this about?” I ask him, trying to get him distracted.

  “Your father-in-law killed my brother, Vadim. My cousin, Kostas, doesn’t know that I am here. This is a personal vendetta against the Valladares, you understand. It could have been any Valladares that came out of one of those houses, but it was you. You are the first person who has left alone. The new super Cuban crime family has been very rigorous in their new security protocol, except for you, devushka.

  I am never going to hear the end of this. Benny will run with this for the rest of our lives, assuming this isn’t the end of my life. As I begin to think about Benny here with me, my nausea rises again.

  Will he find love again with some other woman? I’d haunt him so fucking fast if he did. Then I think about the baby that is probably growing inside me. I stop the car at a stop sign and put it into park.

  “What are you doing, devushka? Keep moving. I’ll tell you when to stop.”

  “I am so sorry. I am not feeling well,” I say turning to face him. I get my first look at his gun and see that already has a silencer attached to it. How cliché. I feel the bile rising in my throat and let loose, throwing up on him, which causes him to falter. Using the techniques Benny has taught me, I disarm him and turn the gun on him. Without a second thought, I flip the safety off and unload the clip into him.

  Maria del Pilar Valladares is no one’s victim. I am a motherfucking queen.

  Just as calmly as I stopped, I turn around, put the car in drive, and drive home.

  Entering the code for the gate, I drive up the long driveway. Benny is shouting orders to his men, who scramble into about ten cars.

  “Halt,” he yells as I put the car into park and get out, leaving everything behind.

  “Benny? What’s going on?” I ask.

  “Pilar! Where the fuck have you been,” he whispers as he pulls me into a hug. It never even dawned on me that he would be looking for me.

  “I had to go to the drugstore.”

  “I thought we talked about this in Vegas?” he chides quietly so his men don’t hear him, which I appreciate.

  “Ay Dios Mios,” I say, rubbing my head. Why do I keep doing this? “We did. I’m sorry-” I start but I am cut off.

  “Boss, there’s a body in her car,” Miguel, Benny’s right-hand says. Benny looks from Miguel back to me.

  “About that… Um, it’s Yermolai Popov. He grabbed me at the drugstore, but I protected myself.”

  “Get in the house, Pilar. I’ll deal with you in a bit,” he says in such a way that brooks no refusal, so I hightail into the house and straight for the shower. I don’t like the way he just spoke to me, but what did I expect? I disobeyed his one and only order. In the bathroom, I take every article of clothing I have on and put them into the trash can. Removing and tying the bag, I set it by the door and stare at myself in the mirror. Benny will know what to do with the stuff. I immediately notice that my face and neck are covered in blood spray. It’s even in my hair. Why didn’t Benny notice?

  I take a shower, brush my teeth, and then put my nothing special shorty robe on. I lay on the bed and wait for Benny. Close to an hour later, he strides in the room freshly showered, just wearing gray sweatpants, carrying my purse and the bag from the store. My mouth is watering. His abs are so defined, I love licking them before sucking his cock into my mouth. Mmm… I watch as he sets the bags in the royal blue mid-century modern chair I have in the corner, then sits on the edge of the bed, down by my feet.

  “What happened?” he asks, and I tell him everything that went down. “Are you okay?” I notice that his fists are clenched on the top of his thighs.

  “Yes. I am fine. He’s the one that’s dead,” I say flippantly.

  “That’s not what I meant, baby.”

  “I know, but yes I am fine. Really,” I say when he doesn’t look convinced.

  “What is it going to take for you to listen to me? You need to be protected when you leave these walls. Come here,” he says holding his hand out to me. He pulls me up from the bed so that I am standing in front of him. Then he does something unexpected. He pulls me down so that I am laying ass up in his lap.

  “What are you doing?” I ask as he lifts my robe up over my ass. Goosebumps prickle up as the cool air hits my skin.

  “Trying to make you see. I would kill every motherfucker on this planet if anything happened to you. I’d burn the world to the ground. Eres mi todo. Mi vida. Mi alma. Mi corazón.” I can hear every emotion in his voice, and it does things to me. I love that I am his everything, his life, his soul, his heart. He’s all that to me and more. Then his hand comes down hard on my right ass cheek and I moan. He goes back and forth so many times I lose count. When he stops, my ass is on fire. He gently rubs me in a soothing motion, but I am too stunned to say anything. I can feel his ha
rd cock digging into my stomach and my thighs are beyond soaked. I squeal when he lifts and tosses me onto the bed. He’s up in a flash, his sweatpants pulled down just enough that his cock is jutting out proudly. “You done being a bad girl?”

  “God, yes.” I nod, squirming. I need that cock. He rips my legs open and stares at my pussy.

  “Look at that cunt. So, swollen with need. Should I let you suffer? Give you a taste of your own medicine? I was going insane imagining what was happening to you, Pilar. Can you understand that?”

  “Yes, Benny baby. I can. I’m sorry. Don’t make me suffer, please. I love you. I need you.”

  “I need to know where you are at times. For my own sanity and your safety.” I just nod. That should be stifling, but it’s not. I feel loved and cared for beyond measure.

  “Okay. Whatever you need to do, Benny.”

  “Of all the scenarios I imagined, you killing a Popov like that in your brand new $250,000 car was not one of them.”

  “What can I say? He pissed me off. Sorry about the car.”

  “Don’t worry about that now. How’d that blood taste, señora?”

  “Like I need more. That was beyond awesome,” I say as he lifts my legs into the air and drives into me, hard. “Oh, fuck,” I cry.

  “Good girl, take that cock.”

  When would be a good time to bring up that pregnancy test?

  Epilogue

  One Week Later

  Benny

  Our parents decided we needed an actual wedding, so here we are at our hastily put together rehearsal dinner. It’s amazing what can get done in such a short amount of time when you throw enough money at it. The banquet hall in Scotch Plains we are using is also a Greek restaurant, but everyone who is anyone holds their parties here.

  My pregnant wife looks amazing in a skin-tight purple dress with sky-high heels. She told me last week, the day after I spanked her then fucked her within an inch of her life.