He continued finger fucking me slowly as he swept the pad of his thumb back and forth over my clit. I felt my walls squeezing him, desperate for more but he continued teasing me relentlessly, until I was desperate to come.
‘Alex! Please?’ I begged him.
‘Oh, princess, you know how much I love to hear you beg,’ he growled as he took pity on me and pushed his fingers and his thumb hard against those sweet spots that had me falling apart around him.
When he had rubbed the last of my orgasm from my trembling body, he shifted his weight until he was nestled between my thighs and his cock was nudging at my opening. He lifted his two fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean as he stared into my eyes. ‘Your cream is fucking addictive, do you know that? Now, tell me, who was the first man to taste you, Alana?’
‘You,’ I panted as the last waves of my climax washed over me.
‘And who was the first to fuck you? Your pussy, your mouth and your sweet, juicy ass?’
I bit my lip as I looked up at him. His eyes were still full of fire, but it was lust fueled now rather than anger. ‘You,’ I breathed.
‘That’s right, princess. And I am the only man who is ever going to do any of those things to you ever again. Every single inch of your body belongs to me. You got that?’
I nodded. His possessiveness was so hot. I wrapped my arms around his neck. ‘Yes.’
He sucked in a breath and I heard a low growl in his throat. Then he pushed his huge cock into me and fucked me so hard, I forgot all about Bobby Conroy and every other man I had ever even so much as glanced at.
There was only Alejandro and me, and the rest of the world fell away.