Chapter 4 – Alejandro
Chapter
Four
ALEJANDRO
Am I dreaming, or are my wife’s perfect lips currently wrapped around my cock?
Her tongue flicks the length of my shaft.
No, definitely not dreaming. I groan in pleasure and open my eyes to see the most beautiful dark head of curls bouncing up and down on my dick. It’s one of my favorite ways to wake up. I run my fingers through her hair and she looks up at me, her huge brown eyes sparkling through long lashes.
“Buenos días, princesa.”
She mumbles a word that sounds like “morning” before she takes me to the back of her throat.
“Fuck!” I grunt, my stomach muscles contracting as my cock throbs against her tongue. “Bring that beautiful mouth up here to me,” I growl, tugging her hair at the root.
She releases me and looks up, licking her lips as she crawls over me. “You weren’t enjoying that?”
“Very much, but I don’t want to come in your mouth right now, princesa.”
She presses her soft body against mine, her nipples hard against my chest. “So where would you like to come, sir?” she purrs.
“In your sweet, hot cono. So, why don’t you slide yourself onto me right now and show me how wet sucking my cock has made you?”
She flashes me a wicked grin before straddling me.
Then she rubs her wet pussy over my shaft, coating me with her juices and making me even more desperate to be inside her.
My temptress palms her perfect tits, squeezing them while she continues grinding herself on me.
Her breasts are too big for her delicate hands, and they spill out between her fingers as she kneads the soft flesh.
I resist the urge to reach up and grab them myself and show her how it’s done.
Instead, I rest my hands on her hips, allowing her to continue her little show as she tugs at her hard nipples. Her eyes flutter closed.
“Eyes on me, princesa,” I growl an order. “If you’re going to tease me, then you’re going to look at me while you do it.”
She does as she’s told, and now her gaze is locked on mine as she goes on rubbing herself against my cock and playing with her nipples.
When she slides one hand down her stomach and settles it between her thighs, I groan at the sight of her.
I want my hand there too. She bites on her bottom lip as she starts to rub her clit slowly and my cock jerks violently against her in protest.
“If you want to come this morning, you’d better slide yourself onto my cock right now,” I warn.
She giggles, such a sweet, sexy sound. But then she reaches between us, wrapping her hand around the base of my shaft and guiding it into her soaking wet heat.
“Jesus, Alana,” I groan. “You’re dripping wet, princesa.”
“I know that,” she whines, sinking deeper onto me and taking every single inch. “Alex,” she cries, rolling her hips over mine.
“Show me how much you love my cock,” I growl, struggling to maintain any control. She lifts herself up and slams back down onto me and my dick leaks precum inside her.
I stare at her. Her perfect mouth open as she moans my name. Her incredible tits bouncing as she impales herself on my shaft. Her skin pink and flushed because she’s so close to the edge. She is so fucking beautiful, it’s impossible to take my eyes off her.
My fingertips dig into her sides as I try to hold myself back, but it’s a losing battle.
I take the control I’m craving and pull her hips down onto mine, holding her in place.
Her cum slicks my shaft as she comes hard.
She’s still trembling when I pull her down until she’s lying flat against my chest. Then, wrapping one arm around her waist and keeping my other hand on the back of her neck, I hold on tightly to her as I fuck her hard.
She whimpers against my neck as her walls clench around me, milking me with her greedy pussy until my balls draw up into my stomach and I shoot my load into her.
I grind out the last of my orgasm inside her, making sure she takes every last drop of my cum.
I tilt her face to mine, kissing her while the last shockwaves of our climaxes have trembled through our bodies.
When we’ve both come down, I wrap her in my arms and rest my lips on the top of her head. “Lucia still has to go,” I tell her. Maybe that’s cruel, but I need to be firm. She doesn’t understand the situation, and she’s ruled entirely by that huge heart of hers.
She says nothing, her head on my chest while I run my fingers through her luscious hair. “We’ll see,” she murmurs, rubbing her cheek against me. Her voice is soft and quiet, but I hear the challenge in her words loud and clear.
I can’t help but smile as I watch her. My feisty little princesa, coming into her own.
I know this conversation isn’t over, and I suspect it won’t be until she gets what she wants, or at least does her damnedest to.
I wasn’t lying last night about the effect she has on me.
She allows me to be in control, but the truth is that she holds all of the power in our relationship.
With a single word, she could bring me to my knees. As soon as she figures that out, I’m in a world of trouble.
I walk into the kitchen and immediately feel it.
There’s a shift in the air. A charged and all too-quiet stillness.
Alana is leaning against the counter, coffee mug cradled in both hands enjoying the warmth.
Lucia is perched on one of the stools at the breakfast bar, pushing cereal around her bowl.
They both look at me at the exact same time, and I already know I’m going to regret something soon.
“Why does it feel like there’s an air of conspiracy in here this morning?” I ask lightly, even though my instincts are already bracing for impact.
Alana’s eyes go wide while Lucia suddenly finds her cereal to be the most fascinating thing in the world. I pour myself a coffee slowly, deliberately, while I wait for whatever bomb they’re about to drop. The bomb they’ve cooked up together.
I lean back against the counter opposite them, taking a sip, my eyes on Lucia. “As soon as you’ve finished your breakfast, Jacob will take you back to my lawyer’s office. He’s already looking into a new placement for you.”
“About that…” Alana starts to say.
“No.” I shake my head before she can even finish. “One night. That’s it. We agreed.”
“But, Alejandro—”
“Alana!”
“Alex!” she snaps.
The familiarity of that name makes me wince.
She only calls me that when we’re alone.
In bed. In private. In moments that belong to just us.
And now she’s saying it here in front of this potentially dangerous stranger.
I glare at my wife while Lucia freezes mid-bite, spoon hovering halfway to her mouth.
She looks between us like she’s watching a tennis match.
“What the fuck are you suggesting?” I ask, a growl in my tone that I can’t hold back. “We just take her in? Just like that? You don’t even know her.”
“And you do?” Alana fires back.
“I know her family,” I snarl. And that should be enough to end this entire conversation. But it’s not.
Lucia’s spoon clatters into the bowl. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not here,” she says, anger flashing across her face. “And I am nothing like my family. At least not like my father.”
I set my coffee down carefully and curl my hand into a fist, trying to keep a lid on my temper. “You still haven’t told me exactly what it is you two want.”
Lucia shovels a spoonful of cereal into her mouth like she’s buying time. The girl is
smart. I’m not sure Alana quite realizes just how smart, and how she might use that intelligence to manipulate her. Alana is far from being a fool, but she sees nothing but the best in this kid, whereas I see a potential snake in the grass.
Alana rolls back her shoulders. “Lucia doesn’t want to go back to the Bakers, or to any other temporary foster family.”
“That is not my fucking problem.” The words are out before I can soften them.
“I want her to stay with us,” Alana says calmly. “She wants to apply for emancipation. Until then…she’d like to stay here.”
“What?” I stare at her. “That could take fucking months.”
“I know.” Her voice wavers just slightly. “But where else can she go?”
Not back to the Bakers, I agree on that.
But to a different foster home. Anywhere but here.
That’s what I want to say. But Alana is gazing at me with those big brown eyes that undo every ounce of discipline I’ve built over decades.
She doesn’t even realize she does it. She just looks at me like I’m the man who can fix everything. And I hate that I want to be.
I take a deep breath and calm my temper before I turn to Lucia and speak. “Come with me.”
She stands immediately. Obedient at least. When it suits her, anyway.
“Wait. Where are you going?” Alana asks, stepping forward, her tone laced with panic. Does she think I’m about to throw the kid on the street right now?
I hold my wife’s gaze. “I need to talk to Lucia. Alone.”
Alana stares at me, jaw angled up defiantly and her beautiful eyes narrowed in suspicion. It takes a minute before she finally relents. “Fine,” she mumbles.
I signal Lucia to follow me and head to my study. If this girl is going to live under my roof, I need to know exactly what kind of trouble I’m inviting inside.
My office door shuts with a heavy click, and I take a seat at my desk.
Lucia sits opposite me, chin lifted, eyes defiant.
Around Alana she’s different. Soft. Vulnerable.
Almost sweet. With me, she’s steel. I wonder which one of those personas is an act?
Perhaps they both are. Or maybe they’re both real.
Still, it alarms me how easily she switches between the two. She needs to know that I’m not Alana. I’m no soft touch, and my heart will not bleed for her. I lean back in my chair and study her the way I would an adversary across a negotiation table.
“My office is soundproof,” I tell her. “Anything you say in here stays between us.”
She nods. “Okay.”
“Why did you come to LA?”