My heart raced and every nerve ending thrummed with need. Grabbing hold of my panties, he tugged sharply and the material shredded easily in his strong hands.
‘Alex,’ I gasped and he grinned.
‘You know how I feel about panties in the house, princess. But, as you were such a good girl today, would you like to be fucked in the hallway, or in our bed?’
Our bed! Not his – ours.
‘Bed,’ I whispered. He lifted me by my ass cheeks so I could wrap my legs around his waist and then carried me to the bedroom, all the while trailing hot kisses along my neck and collarbone.
When we reached the bedroom, he kicked open the double doors before storming over to the bed and throwing me down onto it. I bounced and landed in the middle with a giggle.
He stared down at my naked body and ran his tongue over his lower lip. ‘You are fucking beautiful, Alana,’ he growled before peeling off his polo shirt and tossing it onto the floor.
He slowly unbuttoned his jeans and peeled them down his perfectly sculpted legs, before kicking them off along with his sneakers.
I swallowed as he stalked towards me. He was always so fierce. He looked like he wanted to nail me into oblivion. He crawled over me, trailing kisses up my thighs before pushing my legs far apart and blowing cool air over my dripping folds. A few seconds later, I was writhing beneath him. Then his hot tongue licked the length of my cleft and I whimpered shamelessly.
‘I could eat your pussy all day long, princess,’ he growled against me before swirling his tongue over my clit.
He wrapped his hands around the back of my thighs and pulled me closer to him as he settled his head between my legs and began licking and sucking on the sensitive nub of flesh. I felt my climax building and building, and every time I got close, he moved lower, licking at my opening as I bucked my hips against his face.
‘Alex, please?’ I begged as he taunted me.
‘Don’t be so impatient,’ he growled before he pushed himself up on his forearms and crawled up the bed towards me. He pressed his groin into mine so I could feel his rock hard erection. ‘This is what you really want, isn’t it?’ he said as he rubbed his cock against me.
I couldn’t answer him because my mouth seemed to have lost its ability to form coherent words.
He ran his teeth along my jawline and I could feel the dampness of my arousal on his skin. ‘You want me to bury my cock inside your sweet little pussy, princess?’ he whispered in my ear.
‘Uh-huh,’ was all I could manage.
He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. ‘You were incredible today, Alana. What you’ve done for the shelter is incredible. I meant it when I said I was proud of you.’
I stared into his dark eyes and felt a sob catch in my throat. I couldn’t handle him like this – when he was sweet and charming and caring. The arrogant asshole who fucked like he was born for sex and sin, I knew where I stood with. But this man was someone else.
‘Wrap your legs around me,’ he said softly. ‘I’m going to fuck you like you deserve tonight.’
I wrapped my legs around his waist and he pushed himself inside me in one swift movement. I was so wet from his earlier teasing that he slid in easily, making me groan his name.
Then he started to fuck me slowly. So slowly that I felt every single millimeter of him as he moved in and out of me. He sealed his mouth over mine and kissed me at the same time, deeply and fiercely, while he continued the slow and steady pace with his hips.
I whimpered into his mouth as I clung to him. Every nerve ending in my body was screaming for release. His unhurried, yet deliberate rhythm kept me right on the precipice of ecstasy. This was like nothing we’d ever done before. One of his hands fisted in my hair while the other roamed over my body as he continued leisurely fucking me.
When he broke our kiss, he whispered in Spanish in my ear. And while I had no idea what he was saying, the sound of his voice vibrated through my body, as though he was perfectly tuned to its frequency.
I felt worshipped and adored by him. But surely that was all in my head?
Because this was Alejandro Montoya.
This was the man who had bound me to him through fear and intimidation.
This was the man who didn’t do love.
But this was the man I was losing myself to, and I didn’t know how to stop.
I felt my climax building and building and he kissed me again, even deeper than before. His tongue swirling against mine.
He kept me teetering on the edge of oblivion for what felt like an eternity as he maintained his steady pace, continuing to rub against that place inside of me that made me feel completely helpless to resist him.