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)
“Alejandro,” she panted when I was balls deep inside of her.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I growled, thrusting in and out of her pussy. There was something animalistic in my voice I’d never heard before.
Grabbing her cheek, I turned her face to claim her goddamn fucking mouth again. My fingers never let up on her clit. I couldn’t get enough of her. It started off slow, but my movements became urgent and more demanding. Her mouth parted, her chest heaved, feeling her wetness slipping out of her onto my balls. I alternated between my palm and fingers to manipulate her nub, her hips moving in the opposite direction that I stimulated. Her clit overly exposed from the angle.
“I’m going to… God… I’m gonna…” she moaned in between kisses.
“Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel your sweet tight fucking pussy.”
Her eyes widened in pleasure. Her pussy tightened, squeezing the fuck out of my shaft. Feeling her come drip down my balls. I didn’t falter, not allowing her any time to recover. I pulled out, picking her up and laying her sideways, parallel along the freestanding barre. I straddled it. She whimpered in yearning as my nails raked down her torso. Clutching onto her hips to steady her as she gripped the wood she was laying on above her head. In one thrust I was deep inside her, sliding her soaking wet pussy up and down on my cock. Her back rubbed along the barre as I slammed into her, thrust after thrust. Moan after moan. Her mouth parted, her breathing escalated, and when her eyes started to roll to the back of her head, I yanked her neck forward so that they would stay open.
It was the most intense feeling in my entire life. Nothing compared to having sex with Lexi.
Not one damn thing.
No one did.
She went fucking crazy. Moaning. Screaming. Climaxing over and over again, her body trembling. I gripped her hips harder, knowing there would be markings when I was done having my way with her. Her noises grew louder the closer I got to coming.
“I’ll never get tired of your fucking pussy. It belongs to me. You’re fucking mine,” I growled from within my chest. Thrusting in one last time, releasing my seed deep inside of her.
Right where it fucking belonged.
I shook with my release and kissed her passionately, both of us panting profusely. Helping her off the barre, she threw on her clothes.
I took her home.
To my bed.
Where I continued to have my way with her for the rest of the goddamn night.
“Where are we going?” I whined again, sitting beside him on his private airplane.
Failing miserably at watching the movie playing in front of us. Yesterday during dinner he casually mentioned we were taking a vacation. I’d never taken a vacation in my entire life, and when he told me, I pretty much jumped in his lap. Kissing him all over his face, expressing my joy. Which of course led to him taking me on the dining room table, swiping our plates filled with food onto the floor. I don’t think there was a place in his penthouse we hadn’t had sex in or on, since we started being intimate a year ago.
It was as if he wanted to make up for all the years he could have been inside me. The man was insatiable, waking me up in the middle of the night with his cock inside me, coming up behind me in the shower, and especially in my ballet studio. My place of business, and the one in the penthouse. Finally using the black leather couch, in the room more often than not. Watching me dance just for him.
He said I had always been dancing for him. It didn’t matter if he was in the room or not. The way I moved was his. Everything about me was his.
He owned my body, heart and soul.
“Cariño, you asking every ten minutes is going to make this five-and-a-half hour flight seem longer than it already is,” he sarcastically stated not looking up from his laptop in front of him.
Earning him a glare from me. “I thought we were on vacation. Why are you still working, old man?”
It was his turn to glare at me. “Old man? You weren’t screaming that last night or again this morning.”
I scowled. “This.” Wiggling my finger at him. “Will not get you back in here again.” I pointed to my pussy.
He cocked his head to the side with a mischievous grin, setting his computer on the beige, leather chair beside him. He picked me up around my waist, wrapping my legs around him, placing me on his lap instead.
“Cariño, you and I both know that if I want in… I’m getting in.” He pecked my lips, tugging my bottom lip between his teeth.