Chapter 38
Alma
Penny’s delicate hands travel down my stomach. I freeze when her fingers skim the edge of my panties and feel it the second the current hits Efren. I break the kiss just to watch—the way his body jerks, the sound he makes behind the tape.
Controlled.
Contained.
Exactly where I put him.
I keep my expression calm, even though my pulse is racing, shocked by how easily this power fits me now.
When I look up, Penélope is watching me steadily, eyes dark and encouraging.
She’s just as turned on as I am. We’ve been planning this for weeks.
She’s the only one I’m comfortable enough with.
Also, the only person aside from La Madrina who knows how to use the e-stim sex toy.
I cross the room and check the timer on the power box.
five-minute intervals. I wait for another current to hit and watch closely as Efren’s muscles seize, control slipping as more cum spills from him.
White ropes flying from his tip. I grip his hair and pull his head back just enough to force our eyes to meet.
Mine.
I settle onto Efren’s lap, my back to his chest, facing Penny. I motion her with my finger and spread my legs wide, giving room for Efren’s cock that grazes against my aching clit. Penny kneels in front of the chair, her eyes finding mine before she looks down at the piercings on his tip.
“Taste it. It tastes so good.” I encourage her.
Her hands slide up my thighs before she rips through the fishnet tights and pushes my thong to the side.
Her thumb circles my clit, and my body melts at the delicate touch.
Two fingers curl inside me, gently thrusting and gathering my arousal.
Removing the top strap of the e-stim toy, she uses my arousal to coat the tip of Efren’s cock.
Her eyes meet mine once before her mouth lowers onto him.
My pussy throbs at the sight, my fingers pushing down on her head as I watch her take him in. The fabric of her mask lightly brushes my clit and its enough friction I worry I might come then and there. Efren tenses behind me, another shock rippling through him.
Cheeks full, Penny rises, pulls my head back against Efren’s shoulder before spitting his cum into my mouth. I swallow, moaning softly.
“Good girl,” Penny growls as she tears the duct tape from Efren’s mouth and shuts off the device.
Efren’s breathing is ragged, his cock still solid between my thighs. I turn my face to the side to see his eyes fixed on mine. He devours my mouth as Penny comes back to the front and lowers again, ripping off the last strap and taking him back in her mouth.
“Fuck.” Efren groans. “You want this, Kitten?”
“I do.” I press Penny’s head harder onto his cock until she’s choking on him.“God. Do you hear the way this slut is taking your cock.”
Penny moans, her fingers moving to her pussy where she plays with herself. Heat pools between my thighs.
Patience Alma.
I need to learn patience. I rub my pussy forward, urging her to stop. Penny releases Efren’s cock with a loud pop, and I nod to the back wall where the toys hang.
“Unrestrain me,” Efren says when I stand to face him. “Now.”
“I want you to fuck me, Efren,” I whisper against his lips.
“Then tell her to leave and let me loose,” he growls.
“I want you to fuck me while I watch Penny fuck you,” I say softly. “Please.”
He stares at me, searching my eyes before he nods.
“Use your words, Papi,” I murmur. “Yes or no?”
“Fuck… yes, Alma.”
There’s conflict swirling in his eyes, and I take my time undoing each of the armrest straps as Penny puts on the strap-on behind me. Efren surges forward, his mouth crashing onto mine, kissing me hard as I walk us back to the velvet couch.
“Wait,” I say, breaking free from the kiss. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
Penny brings over the lube and hands it to me.
“Yes. But only if you take this off,” Efren says, slowly pulling off the ski mask.
My curls fall loose and frame my face. Efren grabs my hand, and gently he moves my fingers into the tub of lube, slicking them, then moving them to his back hole.
“Good boy,” I coo, and his eyes ignite.
Penny appears beside us, the pink harness strapped on, and I hand her the lube. Sliding my finger around Efren’s ass, spreading his cheeks before I slowly slide a finger inside.
“Relax.” I command and he softens his body.
My finger works inside him slowly thrusting in and out lubing his back hole. My eyes are fixed on him. I add another finger, and he opens for me. His moans feed that carnal pull inside me.
“God you both are so fucking hot,” Penny says, watching us as she lubes the pink dildo attached to her.
“Ready?” I ask Efren, removing my fingers from inside him. “Come fuck me.”
I pull him down with me, spreading my legs for him. He pushes my thong to the side and lines his cock up with my entrance, slowly he glides inside, filling me until he’s fully sheathed.
“Eyes on me,” I command.
He stills as Penny hovers behind him.
“Ready?” Penny asks, and I look up and cradle Efren’s face between my palms.
“You ready?”
He nods, and Penny enters him from behind, slow and deliberate. His body locks, and he stares down at me. I kiss him softly, easing him into the pain until his body relaxes.
Penny thrusts in slowly as Efren’s cock fills me. We move together. Thrust for thrust. Three bodies finding one rhythm. My eyes flick to Penny’s and her feminine features.
The way her boobs bounce with every thrust and her eyes close at the sensation. I can hear the buzzing from the toy pressed to her clit. I bite down on my lip. Efren’s strokes are long and hard.
“Fuck. I’m almost there.” Penny cries out.
She’s the first to come undone, pulling out of Efren and collapsing against the wall. We are amateurs at best, but the euphoria is nothing like I’ve ever experienced. My own orgasm teeters on the edge.
“Come inside me, Efren.” I whimper
His thrusts turn animalistic.
Thrust.
Fuck
Thrust
I love
Thrust
This man.
I say the words out loud as my own orgasm washes over me.
“I love you,” I moan
“Fuck.” He cries out.
He fucks me like a madman. My body goes slack, and then something warm trickles down my leg. Efren thrusts hard, slamming into me, my pussy squirting in response.
“Alma,” he cries out with one final thrust.
He empties himself inside me, more than he’s ever filled me before. His forehead drops to mine, the sweat from our bodies sticking us together like Velcro. We stay there catching our breath and chasing the high.
“You’re shaking,” he says softly.
“So are you,” I breathe back.
“Alma,” he says, voice low and rough. “Look at me.”
I do. And the way he looks back.
God.
No fear.
No shame.
Just a man letting me see all the parts of him. Eager to please and love me more than anyone ever has.
“Say it again,” he pleads.
“I love you, Efren Nevarez.”
“I love you too, Kitten.”