Chapter 39
Chapter
Thirty-Nine
Alejandro
Isit opposite Alana at the dinner table, watching her push potatoes around her plate with her fork.
Wherever she is, it isn’t in this room. Last night, I came home in a foul mood after learning the truth about her father’s involvement with the Cooper family, and it seems tonight’s her turn to be distant.
“Is there something on your mind, princesa?”
She looks up at me and blinks. “Sorry, I was just thinking about the shelter, that’s all. Did I tell you we’ve found a new building?”
“No.” She told me they were in need of one, and I assumed she’d ask if she needed my help, so I didn’t insult her by offering. My wife is a smart, capable woman, and it’s one of the many things I admire about her.
“It’s so much better than the one we have now! It has more rooms and a huge kitchen and a garden for the kids. It’s in a much nicer neighborhood too.”
“It sounds great.”
She licks her lips, and it immediately makes me think about having her hot mouth wrapped around my cock, but she’s clearly anxious about something. “Is there something else bothering you?”
“I just wondered if you’d want to come to the opening with me. It’s two weeks from Saturday. But it’s okay if you’re busy.”
“Of course I’ll come with you.”
“You will?” Her eyes light up.
“Sure. It’ll be good for business.” That’s not the reason I’m going though. I’m going for her. Only for her.
Her smile doesn’t falter when I mention business, and it still floors me when she gets so excited by the simplest of things. That my agreement to attend the shelter opening has made her so happy is humbling, and it’s a powerful aphrodisiac.
I put my knife and fork down. “Come here.”
She walks around the table to me, and the way she obeys me without question makes me fucking hard for her.
She’s perfect for me. She’s far from compliant when she’s passionate about something or when she disagrees with me, but when it comes to her body, she gives me complete control.
I push my chair back and pull her onto my lap to straddle me, and I’m pleased to find she isn’t wearing panties.
“Good girl.” My fingers glide between her pussy lips, and I’m even more pleased to find her wet and ready for me. “Does walking around with no panties make you wet?”
I slip a finger inside her, and her answer is a low moan.
She throws her head back, exposing the creamy skin of her neck, and I rub my nose along her collarbone, inhaling her sweet scent.
When I add a second finger to her tight heat, she cries out and wraps her hands around my neck.
I gently thrust in and out of her slick channel, the sound of her arousal making me desperate to bury myself in her.
I pull my fingers out and suck them clean. She whines, but she knows all too well what’s coming next. And as much as she loves my fingers, she loves my cock inside her so much more.
I stand with her, wrapping her legs around my waist, and push the plates and cutlery out of the way. It all goes crashing to the floor, and I set her down on the table.
Then I reach for my zipper and pull out my cock. It’s so hard it’s almost painful. In one swift stroke, I’m inside her, and I groan with the relief of having her tight pussy squeezing me. She buries her head in my neck as I drive into her like a man possessed.
“You liked being fucked on the dining table?”
Her reply is a needy moan that makes me slam into her harder. “That wasn’t an answer, Alana.”
“Yes, I do.”
“You’re going to come for me on this table. So the next time I’m eating here, all I’ll be able to think about will be you spilling your delicious cum.”
“God, Alex,” she moans, and I increase my pace, sliding my hand between us and rubbing her sensitive clit until she screams only my name.