Page 6 of LA Reign

I wrap my arms around his neck and draw him closer to me, until I can clearly see my arousal glistening on his lips and his stubble. “Good, because it’s my favorite thing for you to do too.”

“Then spread those legs wide, princesa. I want all the way inside you.”

I do as he tells me, allowing him to slam into me so hard that it makes me gasp. “Alex,” I groan loudly as shockwaves rocket through my body.

“I can see you’re on the edge again already,” he laughs darkly, teeth nipping at the skin of my neck.

I bite hard on my lip, feeling my second climax already bearing down on me. His relentless pounding is hitting right at that sweet spot deep inside. Pressure is building in my abdomen, and my thighs are trembling violently. My pussy clamps around him, pulling him deeper inside me until he’s groaning in Spanish in my ear. I whisper his name when my next orgasm hits, and it only takes a few more thrusts of his hips for his eyes to roll back in his head as he comes, cursing as he does.

He rests on his forearms, our chests pressed together, slick with perspiration as we bask in the afterglow. “Not bad for a cold-hearted bastard, huh?”

My cheeks heat. “I didn’t actually mean that.” I rest a hand on his cheek. “I’m sorry.”

His soulful dark eyes narrow on mine. “How do you always manage to bend me to your will, mi reina?”

“I do not. You’re always the one in control, and you know it.”

He hums softly. “I think that maybe you like to give me the illusion of control, but in reality, you have it all. Isn’t that right, princesa?”

I remember what Lucia said earlier, how I have so much control over him. I suppose I do in a way, but I would never use that against him. And while I may have some power over him, the same is true of him over me. My body responds to him of its own volition. Even back when I hated him. “I’m not sure that’s true,” I tell him. “You make all of the rules, and I obey them. Well, at least most of the time.”

He dusts his lips over my forehead. “But you have my heart in a vise, mi amor. There is nothing in this world I wouldn’t do to keep you safe and make you happy. And you know it.”

My breath hitches in my throat. “I love you so much,” I tell him. “Your heart isn’t in a vise, Alex, it’s in a safe, and I will never let anyone else anywhere near it. I promise you.”

He kisses me and I melt into it, letting our tongues tangle in a sensual dance, feeling closer to him than ever. Perhaps, I think, I need to change the way I see myself. Earlier, he called me ‘mi reina,’ and I know what that means—‘my queen.’

Maybe I do have power. And if he is the king of LA, then it’s about time I stepped into that power as his queen.

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 coño. 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.”