Chapter 20 #3
I have never felt so full. I’ve used my own fingers before, but his are huge in comparison.
He moves them slowly in and out.
Over and over.
Driving me wild with desire.
Nuzzling my neck, he continues his delicious torment. I cling to him and whimper. Our bodies press together, both damp with perspiration.
“Please, Alex.” I lift my hips to take more of him.
He responds by adding a third finger, and the stretch is almost too much. I tense involuntarily, my muscles squeezing around his fingers as he drives me to the edge.
“Just relax, princesa. I’ve got you, but I need to loosen you up. I have no idea how you’ve managed to reach the age of twenty-five and remain a virgin, because this body is built for sex and sin.”
His words wash over me, reassuring even when he’s talking dirty. My body relaxes, hips sinking into the mattress. Alejandro moves his fingers, gently stretching me as he does. The discomfort quickly gives way to pleasure, and it isn’t long before another orgasm is building to a crescendo.
Surely he can’t. Not again so soon.
I’m proven wrong a few seconds later, when he presses his thumb on my clit and my climax rips through my body like a shockwave.
He keeps massaging gently, letting my tremors subside.
Only when I’ve stopped shaking does he slip his fingers out of me before shifting his weight and settling between my thighs.
He presses his huge cock at my opening. “Alex, please,” I whine. Regardless of the orgasms he’s already delivered and how incredible his mouth and fingers felt, I want him inside me more than I have ever wanted anything in my life.
“Soon, Alana,” he soothes. “Your cono is dripping wet, but this is still your first time, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me.”
He growls, his mouth against the sensitive skin of my neck. “Are you on any birth control?”
“No.”
“Fuck, I don’t keep condoms in the house.” He mutters something under his breath that sounds like a Spanish curse word. “When was your last period?”
“Last week.”
“Then we should be okay. You likely won’t be fertile for another week.”
His knowledge of how periods and reproductive systems work is both comforting and perturbing. “But do you … A-are you?” I stammer, not brave enough to ask the question outright.
Fortunately, he understands exactly what I mean. “I never fuck without a condom, Alana. I’m clean. You have nothing to worry about. I promise.”
He inches inside me, and despite how ready I am for him, the burning stretch as he fills me with his giant cock is much more intense than what I felt before. He’s so big. But the pain is somehow enjoyable, and it makes the pleasure when he goes deeper all the sweeter.
“Spread your legs as wide as you can for me,” he commands. “Let me inside you.”
I do as he asks, and he shifts his hips, sinking farther until I have taken him to the hilt and my eyes are rolling back in my head. The sensation of being so full of him is incredible, and intense euphoria pulses through every inch of my body.
He groans, and my walls clench around him. “Do you feel how much your pussy loves my cock? I can’t believe no one has ever tried to claim this before me. It is the sweetest-tasting and tightest little concha I have ever known.”
“You have a filthy mouth,” I pant.
“Oh, you haven’t heard nothing yet,” he says before slipping into Spanish. I have no idea what he’s saying, but it sounds so damn sexy I don’t care.
I lift my hips to meet his. My breasts are already pressed to his hard chest, and I wrap my legs around his waist so there’s no space between us.
“Alex!” I cry as another orgasm builds.
“If I’d known how sweet your pussy was, I would’ve fucked you on our wedding night. And now that it’s mine, no one is ever going to get the chance to taste you or fuck you ever again.” He claims me with his words and with every thrust of his hips.
“Good!” I cry out as I hold onto him, my fingernails digging into his back, his shoulder muscles flexing every time he drives inside me. “Because I never want you to stop doing this.”
“I’ll never stop, Alana. I’m being gentle with you because it’s your first time. It won’t always be like this.”
He continues to fuck me, sending endorphins flying around my body as he rubs against a sweet spot inside me that I didn’t realize existed.
There’s an intense rush of wet heat as the first wave of my next orgasm hits.
“Jesus! You are fucking soaking, mi bella princesa.” He drives harder, and the wet sound of my arousal fills the room. It’s quickly drowned out by him speaking Spanish in my ear. I still have no idea what he’s saying, but I know that it’s incredibly hot.
I push my head back against the pillow and shout out his name. At this moment, I would be happy for him to chain me to his bed and keep me as his personal sex toy. Alejandro Montoya is a sex god, and I’m not sure if I will ever be the same again.
After he’s fucked us both to a long and intense orgasm, he rolls onto his back and pulls me with him so I’m lying on his chest. I listen to the steady beat of his heart and ponder what the hell I’ve gotten myself into.