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Her innocence drew me in, but the promise of wickedness behind those grey eyes controls me.
“God, I needed that,” Solimar moans, stretching her arms high and putting those perky tits at eye level, almost skimming my lips.
“Always so needy,” I murmur against a stiff peak before taking it between my teeth, biting down hard enough to sting. She loves that, though. The taste of pain and pleasure. “Was this morning not enough?”
“That was an appetizer and you know it, Mr. Lucas.” Solimar is looking at me from beneath long lashes, eyes hooded and hungry. She swivels those sensuous hips, and my cock responds by thickening inside her.
I’m always ready for her. No matter how many times.
“Kick them out and we can spend the next three days in bed.” I release her and flick the tight tip. “There’s still your dance studio to christen along with the downstairs media room. There are cameras to test and soundproofing to rate.”
“And you say I’m the needy one.” Her voice is breathy, body shivering at the thought of filming and watching in real-time. “Christ. Is that why you added the one bar against the mirrors even though ballet isn’t my specialty?”
“Guilty.” Lazily, I pump in and out. “Besides, your old teacher—”
“Wait!”
“Something wrong? The baby?” I’m already standing with her still impaled, her legs around my waist as we exit the large, claw-foot tub my girl fell in love with during our stay in Miami. “Are you in pain? Talk to me, Preciosa.”
“I’m okay, Papi, but what you said just brought back a memory.”
“Don’t scare me like that.” Laying her down on our bed, I cover her body with mine, mindful of the baby bump. Chest to chest. My cock nestled tightly in her heat.
“Such a good husband. Always worrying.”
“You and this little one are my priority.” At my words, she clenches, pulling a hiss from me. Taunting little thing wants to play, but I’m curious about her jostled memory and take her slowly. My strokes are deep, controlling as I pin her hips to the bed and love her with no hurry. “Now, you mind telling me what’s on your mind?”
“Now?” It’s a keening little cry as I pull out, leaving just the tip inside. “Can we discuss this after?”
“No.” Fisting my cock, I run the bulbous tip through her slit and circle her clit. “Tell me?”
“So frustrating,” Solimar growls out and it’s the sexiest little sound. A small hand slips over mine and pushes it aside, jerking me just how I like it. “All I was wondering is how you made it to the dance studio so quickly after the Gabriel incident? What happened after I left?”
“Why does it matter now.” I’m gritting my teeth hard; her hand on me is exquisite. “Answer me.”
“Curiosity—”
“Killed the cat.” I pump my hips twice, savoring her tight hold. The way her fingers struggle to wrap around my girth. “Does it matter?”
“Tell me, Papi, and I’ll make it worth your while.”
“You’re dangerous.”
“And all yours.” Those three words always unleash something in me that I can’t control. Before her next intake of breath, I take control of both hands and place them above her head, slamming in to the hilt. My thrusts are fast—almost animalistic with my insatiable need for her.
She’s changed my life. Brought peace and love, and the yearning to take her over the precipice of Nirvana burns deeper with each gyration. With each pump of my hips.
“Oh, God. Alejandro, I’m—” I cut her off with a searing kiss, taking her breath as my own and feeding it back. We’re slick with sweat, bodies grinding, and when I slip a hand between us and skim a nail over her bundle of nerves, Solimar pulls her lips from mine and screams.
She’s tight, wet heat.
She’s my heaven and hell.
“Motherfucking mine,” I grit out through clenched teeth as my orgasm slams into me and she milks my come. Every rope combines with her slickness creates a scent uniquely ours and I inhale deeply, closing my eyes as the last shivers rush through us. “Fuck, I needed that.”
“I know you did.” Sol cups my face, caressing my stubbly cheek with her thumb, and I look down at her. She’s sated, face flushed and breathing a little choppy, and yet her expression holds a bit of amusement. “You’ve been growling at everyone for the past two days.”
“I’m not someone who shares.” No shame; I shrug. I’m also not going to mention that her grandfather is in a hospital in Bogota with two broken legs and a mouth without teeth at the moment. It was a Christmas gift to me, from myself via the use of his cane.
