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“Sit.” It’s a command that he follows, taking a seat on an antique chaise lounge inside of what has been my bedroom for the last few years. Alejandro is watching me through hooded eyes, pulling off his wife-beater before leaning back and patting his lap. Not yet.
I want to make this last for him. Give him what he needs just as the beautiful man before me gave me half an hour to calm my nerves and relax before coming to find me once more. It was the opening I needed to read the note I found this morning addressed to me and check on my little surprise, the latter of which is making me drip down my thighs.
“You have exactly five minutes before I pin you beneath me, Preciosa. Make them count.” This is a scene I’ve pictured before, fantasized about while touching myself to thoughts of him.
Always him.
“Hands behind your head, husband.” I’m crawling up his body from the foot of the furniture to his hips, straddling right over his hardness and grinding down. “Don’t move.”
“Little girl, you have three minutes. Do your worst and then pray for mercy at my temple.”
“I’ll do a little more than that.” Taking in a deep breath, I push up on my knees and stand. He’s beneath me, looking up, devouring every single inch of my near-naked body with only a tiny white pair of panties covering my surprise.
This little pair is held by two delicate strings on each side, and when his eyes meet mine again, I pull. One tug and they fall, exposing my slick core to his hungry mouth.
He licks his lips and my thighs tremble. The thick bulge in his slacks peaks out from the undone waist, zipper open and no underwear beneath can be seen, which gives me easier access for what I have planned.
The muscles in his arms flex, and now the countdown is almost over. Alejandro’s fighting the urge to grab me, to make me scream his name, but before he can, I turn around.
There’s a hiss from him that follows, his thighs bucking up of their own accord, and I take that as my cue. Throwing a quick wink over my shoulder, I bend at the waist and tease the bulbous tip of his cock while beneath me his body freezes and breathing becomes labored.
Those hands that had been behind his head are now gripping my waist while the other explores. “Fuck me, Preciosa. This is a beautiful sight.”
“It’s all for you,” I moan, hips swiveling as he pulls and pushes the plug in and out of my ass. “I’m ready for you.”
“Baby, what you’re offering is—”
“I want you to fuck my ass, Alejandro.” No sooner has the last syllable passed through my lips than I find myself on my back atop the chaise with a beautiful warrior hovering over me. He’s toying with me, testing the strength of each thrust of each entry, while I’m nearly clawing at the sheets.
I’m wet. Swollen. And near tears of frustration within the span of a few minutes and he knows this.
No one can read me as he does. No one can bring me pleasure but him, and I’m so turned on that the lube I used earlier to prepare me is nearly useless. My juices run down from my opening to the crack and then disappear where the toy is deeply lodged after his last push of the jeweled end.
“So motherfucking beautiful and mine.” It’s a growl, lip curling over his teeth a second before they latch on to my nipple and pull. The tug sends a shock of pleasurable pain to my pussy and I clench, trapping the plug where it is with a scream. “You want this, don’t you? Want me to break you and then put you together again.”
“Please!” I cry out, clawing his shoulders in an urge to get him to move. To come closer. “I’m ready for you. No foreplay or waiting.” My grey eyes meet his hooded cognac ones. “Take what’s always been yours…oh, God!”
I’m not sure when he pulled the plug or when his pants disappeared, but then he’s there and I’m clenching for a different reason. Alejandro pins my legs back with his body while his cock seeks out my entrance, pushing the head in and then pausing as the tight ring of muscle clenches. He’s bigger than the toy I’ve been using, thicker, and the indulgent sting takes my breath away.
“Talk to me, Preciosa. You okay?” Concerned eyes meet my lustful ones and whatever he sees makes him chuckle, the movement sending little bursts, of pleasure through my body.
And that’s just the head. He’s going to feel amazing.
“More. All of you.”
“Are you sure?” As he says this, his hips thrust forward and a few more inches sink in, my muscles giving way to his strength. He’s not halfway in and I feel stretched and full—every processor in my body is shooting off at the same time, and an overwhelming tingle forms at the tips of my toes and begins to run up my legs.
“Yes. Papi, don’t make me beg.” I wiggle beneath him and free his hold on my leg, wrapping them around his waist tightly, and urge him closer with the heel of my foot. That earns me a little more, a bigger thrust, and my eyes roll back. “It feels so good. My body is vibrating and I’ve…oh God!
A swift stroke and he bottoms out, pinning me with both hands on my hips. “You going to come for me, little flower? My cock in your ass going to make you squirt?”
“What’s happening to me?” The sensation is growing, and I feel warm, almost feverish as my body coils tight and my clit throbs. From the bottom of my feet to the very last strand of hair on my head, I’m sensitive and desperate and I don’t know what for. All I am aware of is my need for this man.
“That’s it, Sol. Squeeze again…just like that,” he hisses out, grip tight and his thrust forceful. Deeper. Alejandro’s riding me hard and using me for his pleasure, taking what he wants while giving me everything in return. “Motherfuck, baby. You’re my heaven. All I’ll ever need.”
“I love you, Alejandro. Always.” My eyes roll back and breathing becomes difficult, but it’s when his right hand leaves my hip and slips between us that I lose focus. I’ve been fighting a losing battle since walking into this room, and the thread of coherency I fought to hold onto snaps. A single pass of his finger over my trembling bundle of nerves and I explode, crying out his name as my back arches and every limb in my body feels as though it’s vibrating.
There’s a rush of wetness that leaves me, and his responding growl shakes us.
