Page 88 of LA Reign

He puts his mouth back between my legs and sucks my clit between his lips. The endorphins crash through my body as he suckles at it, lashing it with his tongue, applying exactly the right amount of pressure to have me screaming for my release.

“Alex,” I groan as he brings me to the edge of ecstasy, keeping me teetering on the brink until I can hardly stand it any longer. I start begging him to let me come.

He chuckles against my skin as he finally gives me my release. As the orgasm washes over me in long rolling waves, he crawls back up the bed until he is lying beside me. Boy. That did the trick. I’m so relaxed now, I feel like I’m made of liquid.

“Turn onto your side,” he says softly in my ear.

I do as he told me, facing away from him, my legs still trembling. He reaches over and grabs hold of the lube and the vibrator. I hear the cap of the lube snapping open and then the sound of liquid being squirted into Alejandro’s hand. My legs shake as I feel him behind me, coating his cock.

He presses his lips against my ear. “Open those legs wide for me. Let’s put all that yoga you do to good use,” he growls.

I raise my right leg into the air, and he presses closer to me. The vibrator buzzes to life while he slides it into my pussy. He swears in Spanish as he watches it disappear inside me. “Fuck, that looks beautiful,” he sighs out.

He kisses my neck, sliding the toy in and out of me, using it expertly to build me back up again. This man does everything with such skill, and before long I feel a familiar pressure start to mount inside me.

“You ready for me too now?” he asks as he stills his hand. I gulp back a moment of fear. I want this, even if I am a little scared.

“Yes,” I pant. The vibrator feels good, but there is nothing better than the feeling of him inside me. He presses his cock against my ass and pushes the tip in a fraction.

“Alex,” I moan at the stretch and the slight burn as he intrudes. Having my pussy full of the vibrating toy while he pushes his cock inside me from the back feels overwhelming, and I have to take a deep breath.

“That’s it, princesa, breathe. You can take me too,” he growls in my ear. “Keep those legs spread until I’m all the way in.”

“Okay,” I nod, and he pushes in further. Then he starts to thrust the vibrator slowly in and out of me again. As he pulls it out for the third time, he takes the opportunity to push his cock all the way into my ass. I cry out in pleasure. I’ve never felt so full, so stretched, so completely taken.

“You okay?” he whispers as he trails soft kisses on my neck.

“Uh-huh,” is all I can reply. The sensations are so intense I can barely speak.

“I want to make you squirt while I’m fucking your ass. You think you can do that for me?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good girl. You can put your leg down now. Rest it on mine,” he says softly.

I lower my leg, letting it lie on his thick thigh, hooking my foot over his calf. We’re spooning, in the most filthy way possible. He waits until I’m settled, and then he starts to fuck me, oh-so-slowly.

Each time he pushes the vibrator back inside me, he pulls his cock out slightly, so one part of me is always full. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. The pleasure is rolling through me in waves. He carries on, slow and sensual, driving me higher and higher until I feel like my insides are going to explode.

“Reach down and rub your clit now, princesa,” he instructs me.

“I can’t,” I breathe. “It’s too much.”

“Alana,” he says, his tone serious. “Do as you’re told.”

I know that tone, and it’s not one you argue with. Using trembling fingers, I reach down and start to rub my swollen clit, gently and tentatively. Alejandro continues to fuck my ass and my pussy with the same slow, steady rhythm. It really is a lot to take. So many different feelings coming from so many places. My clit is tender to the touch, and with every thrust of his cock, every circle of my fingertips, I get closer and closer to the edge.

“Alex,” I gasp as tears of frustration start to roll down my cheeks. “I need to come. It’s too much.”

“Come whenever you want to,” he replies. “I’m not stopping you.”

“You are,” I groan. He is slowing his pace to keep me balanced just on the wrong side of my orgasm. He knows exactly how much he is torturing me, and exactly what I need. He’s just choosing not to give it to me until he wants to.

“Next time, perhaps you will think twice about asking my housekeeper to translate for you.”

“No. No I won’t. Not if it leads to something like this,” I sigh out.

“Joder! I love how much you enjoy being fucked. Because there is nowhere I’d rather be than buried inside you. All of you.”