Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
I sat on the edge of the bed and spread my legs, pointing to the floor between my feet. “Kneel, little one.”
Drawing in a shaky breath, she slowly lowered herself to her knees. I hummed, running my eyes over her. She looked so beautiful and submissive on her knees beneath me, looking up at me from beneath her blonde lashes. Her body trembled when I reached forward and brushed her blonde hair back so the front of her body was no longer partially hidden from me. She knew I liked having her on full display.
“Hermosa,” I rasped. She was stunning. This woman did shit to me that I couldn’t explain. I had prided myself on feeling nothing for so long, fucking just to get to the end goal, but she made me crazy for her. I wanted to savor her, wreck her.
Tentatively, she reached forward, sliding her palms over my slacks, moving her hands up my thighs until she reached my belt buckle. I watched her silently, letting her take the lead. I liked to control things, but every once in a while, I let her take control so she knew she always had choices.
And right now, I needed her to take that control. I’d been on edge all day, and if I didn’t have a few moments to get myself under control, I’d hurt her.
I’d been terrified that something would happen to her, but I didn’t want to spook her by having bodyguards surrounding her. Didn’t mean I didn’t have them following her at a distance though.
Besides, it was important for Elaina to know that she still held control, even if I was the one calling all the shots. If she felt trapped, she’d start running and shutting down on us. PTSD was a real bitch to deal with, and she suffered daily from it, even if most of the time, that monster inside her mind was kept locked away by me and Joey and our love for her.
“Can I?” she softly asked, palming my cock through my slacks.
“Yes, little one.”
She unbuckled my belt and pulled it free before undoing my slacks and reaching past my briefs to pull my shaft free. She licked her lips, her eyes heating at the sight of it. Scooting forward a little, she licked the tip, humming when my precum hit her tongue, and then she sucked me to the back of her throat.
My eyes momentarily rolled into the back of my head when her warm, wet tongue wrapped around me, the suction of her mouth fucking perfect.
I gathered her hair in my hand and gripped the strands. With my other hand, I held the side of her neck, guiding my thickness in and out of her sweet, wet, warm mouth. Fuck, I couldn’t get enough of her.
She moaned around me, her thighs rubbing together. I let her have her fun for a few minutes before I pulled myself out of her mouth and grabbed her waist, lifting her from the floor. She squeaked, her swollen lips parting in surprise, her wide, blue eyes locked on mine.
And then, I seated her on me, and she gasped, her eyes rolling back as she took me inside of her. “Oh, fuck, Alejandro,” she whimpered, her thighs gripping my hips, her perfectly manicured nails digging into my shoulders.
“Ride me, little one,” I growled.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, clinging to me as she began to bounce up and down on me, her face buried in the crook of my neck. Understanding her needs, I wrapped my own arms around her and held her, fucking up into her at the pace she set, meeting her thrust for thrust.
Her smaller body trembled in my arms, and her tears began to soak my shirt. I just continued holding her as she allowed herself to relax, the anxiety easing from her body. Going out and about without me or Joey was always hard for her, but she did it because she was determined not to allow her anxiety to rule her life. And I was so proud of her for doing so.
This woman had an incredible strength residing inside of her.
“There you go, pequeña,” I murmured, brushing my hand over her hair. “You feel so good wrapped around me.”
“Want Joey, too,” she managed between pants all while those tears continued to slide from her eyes.
With a growl, I grabbed my phone from my pocket, somehow never stopping my movements inside of her, and I shot a text off to Joey.
Alejandro: Pass Antonio off to Ink for a little while. Elaina needs both of us.
Antonio would be fine with his uncle for a little bit while we took care of his mother. Wasn’t like Ink didn’t pass Isabelle off on us quite a bit so he could have alone time with his wife.