Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
I cocked my head to the side, pulling her closer to me by the nook of her neck. Caressing in between her folds, circling her clit, rubbing the nub side to side, and back and forth. Spreading her open. Smoothing her moisture. Getting her ready. I guided her hands above her head, pinning them to the bed. She couldn’t hold still, arching her back, her perfect tits rising near my face.
“You’re so fucking wet.”
She purred, rotating her hips against my hand. Baiting me to give her what only I could ever do to her body.
“I want to feel you come on my fingers, cariño, I want to see your face get flushed, your breathing hitch. I want to feel your pussy pulsate so fucking hard it pushes my fingers out of your sweet little hole.” Biting her bottom lip, kissing her softly. “I want to know what you taste like, here.” I slid my tongue into her mouth. “And here.” Pushing my finger into her tight opening. I kept up with my soft torture for a few seconds, loving the feel of her slickness against my callused fingers.
She tilted her head back, tempting me once again. “Please…” Luring me in to kiss her.
I didn’t have to be told twice. I kissed her with everything I had to offer, I fucking ravished her. Pushing my middle and ring fingers into her wet opening, she moaned into my mouth, shoving her tongue in at the exact same time. I savored both the taste and feel of her, how her body angled perfectly beneath mine, how she was melting against me. Taking everything I was giving her and wanting more. I released her hands and they instantly tangled in my hair.
“Fuck,” I groaned in between kissing. Wanting the same thing she did. “You feel that?” I uttered, hitting her g-spot harder and more demanding. Making it almost impossible for her to answer. I never once stopped kissing her, assaulting her lips.
I couldn’t, even if I had wanted to.
“Oh, God…” she panted, her pussy clamping down onto my fingers so fucking tightly, making it difficult to move in and out.
I reluctantly let go of her lips, removing my soaked fingers from her pussy, causing her to whimper at the loss. Her tank top and panties were ripped off within seconds, kissing my way down her neck, to her breasts, sucking a nipple into my mouth, biting just a little. Enough to make her squirm and rotate her hips against my hard cock. I wanted to admire her body, taste every last inch of her skin.
But first, I wanted to fuck her with my tongue.
I went right for it, not allowing her to ease into me, already overstimulated from my touch. I sucked on her clit, moving my face side-to-side, feasting on her until her legs started to shake. Her body trembled, her hands ripping at my hair, clawing to escape, trying to move further away from my face.
I growled from deep within my chest, locking my arms around her legs, anchoring her hips firmly against my mouth, not letting her move away from my skilled tongue and lips. I gripped her harder and rotated her hips in the opposite direction, changing the motion of my tongue.
The sensations intensified for both of us as I made her fuck my face.
She screamed out, “Alejandro!” Climaxing so fucking hard. I’d never seen or felt something so intense before. I didn’t falter, pushing my tongue into her opening as far as it would go, wanting to taste every last drip of her come. Licking her clean, like a starved man.
I crawled up her sexually exhausted body, making my way toward her face. Her frame melted into the mattress, so heavy, so satiated. Her eyes were serene, as I leaned forward, claiming her lips again. Soft at first, letting her savor the salty sweetness, tasting herself for the first time. Until I couldn’t take it anymore, and I devoured her mouth exactly the way I did her pussy moments ago. Her small, delicate fingers started traveling down my chest, roaming to the elastic of my boxer briefs, wanting to reciprocate. As much as I wanted her hand and lips wrapped around my hard cock, this wasn’t about me. I swiftly grabbed her wrists, pinning them to her sides.
“No, cariño,” I huskily stated, peering deep into her eyes.
She narrowed her eyebrows, confused.
A sign of hurt flashed over her face. Releasing my grip, I cupped her cheeks, easing the blow, and I spoke with sincerity, “I would never physically hurt you. No matter what the circumstances, I need you to know I’m not capable of causing you physical pain. I didn’t know it was you before… Do you understand me?”
She nodded with a genuine expression, knowing it was my way of apologizing to her. Saying sorry was a sign of weakness, and I couldn’t bring myself to say the two words. To show her that I had a weak side, buried under all the bullshit. I really wanted to beg for her forgiveness, over and over again for what I’d done. Not just for tonight, but for all the other times she mentioned. But in the end, I was who I was, not even Lexi could change that.