Page 175 of LA King

“That’s my good girl. I love how wet you get for me, princesa. Your cum is so fucking sweet.”

I gasp when he slips two fingers inside me, pleasure coiling low in my belly. With his free hand, he tugs the material down, and my boobs spill out.

“Joder, Alana.” He sucks one of my hard nipples into his mouth and bites gently while he goes on finger-fucking me.

I rake my fingers through his hair, grinding myself on his fingers.

“That’s it. Come for me.” He moves to my other nipple and lavishes it with the same delicious attention. He works me into a frenzy, euphoria lighting up my veins until I come with a rush of wet heat.

I’m still panting for breath when he pulls my dress off, every movement now filled with urgency. He tosses it into a pile in the corner like it’s a rag, and then his eyes burn with fire as he takes in my pink lace panties.

“Now, these are fucking adorable. It’s a shame I’m going to ruin them.” Before I can protest, he tears them off me.

“Hey! They cost forty dollars.”

“I’ll buy you some more.” Smiling against my skin, he lifts me and wraps my legs around his waist. “I’ll buy you a new pair for every single day of the rest of your life because I love tearing them off you.”

He lays me on the bed and tells me to roll over. As soon as he has access, he rubs his hands over my ass. I tense instinctively. I did run away from him—does that mean he’s going to punish me? While I do enjoy that, I’m still too fragile.

“Relax, Alana,” he says softly as though reading my mind. “My bed is only for pleasure, remember? But sometimes a spanking can be about pleasure too.” He gently swats my ass cheek.

He doesn’t spank me hard, just firmly enough for it to send a jolt of electricity through me. Then his hand is soothing my skin. “You see?” He spanks me again.

“Yes,” I groan as his fingers slide between my thighs and dip into my opening.

“You want more, princesa?”

“Yes.”

He smacks my ass again with one hand while he finger-fucks me with the other.

“You like having your ass spanked, don’t you? I can feel you creaming all over my fingers.”

“Alex!” I groan, writhing beneath him.

He slides his fingers out, and I hear the unmistakable sound of him undoing his belt buckle and zipper. “Fuck, Alana. I need inside you right now.” He’s on his knees, pulling me toward him until my knees are on the floor too and he has me bent over the low bed.

He pushes his cock deep inside me and lets out a loud groan. “I just can’t keep out of this pussy. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

I can barely form a coherent word, but I figure it’s a rhetorical question and concentrate instead on the exquisite feeling of being full of him as he takes exactly what he wants while giving me exactly what I need.

Chapter

Thirty-Four

Alejandro

There has never been a more glorious sight in this world than my wife right now. She’s lying on the bed, naked and freshly fucked, with my cum dripping from her pussy.

Anger flares hot in my chest when I think about what she overheard Michaela and Keira say earlier. That two women who mean nothing to me made her feel so worthless would be laughable if she weren’t so upset by it. But now she smiles at me and my rage subsides. I made sure she knows that she is very much my type. My only type.

“Why am I completely naked and you’re still in your tux?”

“Because naked is how I like you.”

She stretches languidly. “Well, I really like you naked too.”

“Hmm. Pity you’re not in charge then, isn’t it? I have to make a few calls. Will you be okay?”