Page 69 of LA King

“What? No. I can wash them myself.”

“Whatever you want, just let me fuck you.”

“I need to use the bathroom first.”

I roll onto my back, releasing her. “Hurry, or I’ll come in there after you.” Two days without her has felt like an eternity, and I might combust if I don’t fuck her soon.

She climbs out of bed and jogs to the bathroom, and I admire her gorgeous ass as she does. A moment later, I hear the toilet flush and the sound of running water before she hovers in the doorway.

“Ven aquí.”

She chews her lip for a second, then approaches the bed. As soon as she’s within touching distance, I grab her and pull her to straddle me.

My hands glide to her hips, and I hook my fingers under the band of her underwear. “These little cotton panties are very sexy.”

“Don’t ruin them—” I’m already tearing them off before she can finish the sentence. “They’re my favorite.” She swats my chest.

“I’d say I’m sorry, but …”

“You’re really not?”

“Not even a little bit.” I grin and toss the scrap of material on the floor.

“You have panty issues.”

“I have you wearing panties issues.” Unable to wait a second longer, I crush my lips to hers and kiss her fiercely.

I shift my hips until my rock-hard cock is pressed up against her pussy, and she whimpers into my mouth. I push inside her heavenly wet heat, and she breaks our kiss, gasping.

“Alex,” she groans.

“What is it, princesa?” Taking hold of her hips, I guide her down until she takes every fucking inch of me.

“That feels so good,” she moans. “But … the mess.”

Her embarrassment about a little blood is adorable really, particularly given how I spent my last few days. “I’ve had plenty of blood on my hands. None of it will be more enjoyable than this. Any mess will be on me, not the sheets. Just relax and let me fuck you.”

She tips her head back and groans, and I sit up, put my arms around her waist, and sink my teeth into the tender skin of her neck. She wraps her arms around my shoulders as she grinds herself onto me.

After a few moments of allowing her to ride me at her own pace, I grab her ankles and circle her legs around my waist, causing her to sink farther on my cock.

“Jesus, Alex,” she hisses in my ear.

I nuzzle her neck. “You like that?”

“Yes,” she says. “So much.”

Fuck, she feels phenomenal. I rock into her, loving the feel of her pussy muscles clamping around my shaft, like she never wants to let me go. Has she missed me as much as I’ve missed her? I think so. I fucking hope so. “You feel how deep I am inside you, Alana?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I can’t get any further in you, but it’s still not enough. It’s never enough.”

She claws at my skin. “Alex.”

I tell her how much I missed her—how much I need her. But, like I usually do, I say it all in Spanish. I roll her hips over mine and have to slow down so I won’t come inside her too soon. She’s so hot and wet and tight. I lose my mind when I’m buried inside her.

She squeezes my cock with her pussy muscles as she comes hard, and I can’t hold on any longer. I grip her shoulders, pushing her down onto me and grinding out my own release.