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“Please what?” He pulls down my underwear and I lift my hips.

“Please…please make me come.”

“Any preferences?”

“Well, since you asked…get on your knees.”

Alejandro

Iam the luckiest son of a bitch on earth.

“Your wish is my command.”

I yank her all the way to the edge and she lets out a yelp, falling back onto desk as she goes. Once I have her in front of me, I get to my knees and bury myself in the heat between her thighs. I run my tongue along her seam and she gasps, grip tightening in my hair. From this angle, I have an unobstructed view of her perfect breasts rising and falling with each labored breath she draws into her lungs.

I start slowly at first, stroking the apex of her sex with long, languid movements that make her squirm beneath me. When I ease a finger inside her, her back arches and she digs her nails into my scalp, igniting tingles of pleasure and pain. Her pussy clenches around me and I add another finger, never going too deep, but hooking my fingers at the end so I can hit the place inside her that makes her knees buckle.

I suck and stroke and nibble, taking my time and enjoying the look of distress and ecstasy mingled on her face. With a jolt of her hips, she comes and I lick her clean, dragging my tongue along the length of her sex before moving up her body, tasting all of her. Her stomach, the valley between her breasts, the column of her neck, before I finally find her mouth.

She kisses me with passion and hunger and a depraved sound claws its way out of her chest when I finally push inside of her. I thrust down the hilt and she pulls away to catch her breath.

“Oh my God⁠—”

“Lie back.”

She does and I guide one leg around my waist and lift the other so that her ankle rests on my shoulder in a position that splits her wide open. I brace myself on the edge of the desk as I piston into her, watching as my dick sinks several inches deep into her tight, wet heat. She feels so good it makes me fucking delirious. Everything about her is addictive. There’s so much to touch, so much to enjoy. Beautiful, rounded hips, a soft, curved waist, full, perfectly shaped breasts I want to spend the rest of my life buried between.

She starts sliding off the desk so I grab her by the ass to keep her in place, ramming down to the hilt and she cries out.

And this ass. Fucking exquisite.

“Look at the way you take all of me. You’re such a good girl.” I roll my hips against hers as I push in, entering deeper than I had before.

She practically squeals. “Oh my God, do that again!”

The air is thick and heavy, the room otherwise silent save for the sound of skin meeting skin. As I pick up the speed, her walls clench and tighten around me, sending my mind into overdrive. She feels it too and she lifts her hips in random tandem, trying to pull an orgasm out of me before I can pull one out of her. Problem is, neither of us lasts very long and I probably should’ve listened to her when she told me to forgo the foreplay tonight.

A few more pumps inside her and that’s it. I empty myself inside her tight channel with a moan, burying my face in the crook of her neck, doubly satisfied by the fact that she meets me there. She clenches around me, body trembling in my embrace, as she reaches climax.

I wait only a minute to catch my breath before sliding out of her.

Panting, she says, “What are you doing?”

I grab the portfolio, make sure all the documents are in place, and then return them to the safe. Once it’s locked and the picture frame is back in place, I scoop Dahlia up from my desk and toss her over my shoulder.

“Alex!”

“I need more space,” I tell her. “And our bed is bigger.”

THE LAST TIME YOU SEE ME

Dahlia

Alejandro’s never in bed by the time I wake up.

He rises with the dawn, often times even before that, and my alarm pulls me from sleep. Usually at seven o’clock sharp. After a half hour in the bathroom where I brush my teeth and linger under the hot water for a while, I slip into a robe and enter the dressing room. Today, I’m going to drive up to visit Don Salazar in the hospital and hopefully get there in time to help when they discharge him. Then, I’m going to drop by campus so I can meet with my academic advisor, and after that, visit a bookstore and pick out my required readings for the semester.

The fall semester starts much later in Barcelona for regular students—usually mid-September which is a month from now—but because of BIS’s international status, their schedule is more on-par with an American academic calendar. My first class isn’t for another two weeks but orientation and registration typically takes place around this time anyway.