Page 53 of Pucks and Likes

He gives me a saccharine smile that has me fighting to breathe. “When have I ever beat around any bush?” He slides his hand across my stomach, the same thumb that was stroking me sweetly hooking into the side of my panties. “When I want something, I own my need, don’t I?” he asks before leaning forward and kissing the spot he exposed.

He pushes me to my back, and as he drags my panties down, he trails kisses along the flesh he reveals. “I wanted you after you eye-fucked me for an hour, and I told you, didn’t I?” He kisses my skin, setting me on fire. “The only person I wanted to see when I came back was you, so I chased after you and made you go to dinner with me, right?” He licks along the curve of one of my knees, then the other one. “I make sure you know when I want your pretty pussy in my mouth, and have I ever been shy about it?” I squeeze my thighs together as his eyes meet mine. He brings my panties up to his nose, taking a deep sniff. “Always so wet for me.” He licks the crotch of my panties, and my pussy weeps for him.

She’s a horny little thing.

He kisses my shins, then both my knees, before trailing his tongue along my thighs, parting them with his big hands. He’s still fully dressed, looking lethal in his black suit as his eyes devour me whole. He settles between my legs, his shoulders digging into the insides of my thighs as he slides his hands underneath me to grip my ass. I sit up so I can see him, and our eyes meet as the most sinful smirk pulls at his lips. “And when I knew I loved you, did I wait a long time to tell you?”

I slowly shake my head, breathing hard as that smirk morphs into a full-on grin. “So I guess, no, I don’t have finesse. Do I need it?” He runs his tongue along my slit in such a slow and torturous way, my head falls back as I sigh. “Mami?”

“Huh?” I ask as he licks me again.

“Do I need it?” he asks, his lips tickling my center.

“What?” I ask, lost in the mixture of licks and lips.

“Finesse. Do I need it?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Because you love my honesty, huh?”

This wicked man.

He curves his tongue inside me, but right as he’s about to touch me in the spot I so desperately need him to, he pauses. “Right?”

“Yes,” I moan out, my knuckles turning white from how tightly I’m holding the blankets between my fingers.

“That’s right, mami.” His tongue curves around my throbbing clit, and a shiver runs through my body. My toes curl as he continues swirling the tip of his tongue along my nub with purpose. He pulls my ass cheeks apart, and I arch up into his mouth as the stretch has me crying out for him. His name falls from my lips in a hoarse curse, and he loves it. He slides his hand along the seam of my ass, and I buck against his mouth when his finger rubs over my back hole. He doesn’t penetrate me, but he collects some of my wetness on his finger and slides it around the rim of my asshole, driving me crazy as he makes out with my pussy. I swear, he has the mouth of a god. He tongues my opening, my clit, my lips. He nibbles along my burning flesh, and he leaves soft kisses.

I love how he eats me out.

It’s my favorite thing in the world.

Against my lips, he whispers, “You told me once I could be the first to play with your sweet, tight ass.”

I groan loudly, overwhelmed by his tongue, his fingers, him. Alex. I’m dazed by him. “I did.”

“Is today that day?” he asks, pressing against my back entrance but still not entering it. I want to, I think. But is it safe? “I Googled the other day, and as long as you don’t have hemorrhoids, I can fill this sweet ass and make you come harder than ever.”

I told myself not to fall for him.

News flash… He makes it really hard not to.

I mean, come on. Who Googles if they can play with my asshole while I’m pregnant?

Alejandro Cruz, that’s who.

“I don’t,” I say softly, our eyes locking in pure passion. A wicked grin comes over his face, and I nod slowly. “Finger-fuck my ass, Alex.”

His eyes widen, and he groans before pushing a single digit into me slowly, and the fullness is amazing. I hiss, but it turns into a cry when he draws my clit back into his mouth. He moves his finger in and out of my ass as he continues to suck me into oblivion. He groans against my clit, and the vibration has me bucking against his lips. “Fucking fuck, mami, I can’t wait to get my cock in this ass. You are swallowing my finger deep. Your slutty ass is perfection.”

I cry out again as heat and pleasure tickle my spine. Everything goes tight before I explode, screaming his name as I jerk beneath him. His mouth pauses, but his finger doesn’t. He fucks me through my orgasm, and I’m basically limp beneath him. His chuckles rush over me as he rubs his mouth against my thigh then licks what is left behind. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I need him.

“Fuck me, Alex. Please.”

“Oh mami, I fully intend to wreck your pussy after that.”

He kisses one of my thighs, then the other, before kissing my pussy as he pulls his finger from my ass. I cry out at the loss of fullness before he hurries to the bathroom to wash his hands. He comes back, unfastening his pants, and I sit up on my knees to unbutton his shirt. In a rush, we get him naked before he pulls me to his chest, our mouths meeting in a brutal, teeth-knocking kiss. I taste myself on him, and I groan against his lips as he sucks my tongue into his mouth. Our need for each other is burning bright, and I can’t get enough of his mouth. He cups my ass with one hand, his other tugging the bottom of my bra. I pull back and help him take it off before he takes my breast in his hand, twirling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. My eyes drift shut as he kisses down my jaw, my throat, and back up.

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