Page 42 of Crave

I grab my phone as she steps from my office and send a text.

It’s done

ALEJANDRO

You told her?

No…she signed the form

TELL HER

Yes Dad.

I mean it. Tell her.

I will…

I just have to figure out how.

thirty five

ALEXYS

The last three days have been spent bouncing between a romance and a horror movie. I am currently dating two polar opposites of book boyfriends. During the day, I’m being swept off my feet by a billionaire, cinnamon roll with a surprisingly dirty mouth. Come nightfall, I’m committing every cardinal sin imaginable with a morally gray alphahole, whose name and face I still know nothing about.

As much as I want to give in to my desires and take things further with Andres, I can’t bring myself to rush it. I’m actually getting to know him, I don’t want to rush it. The potential for there to be something real and lasting between us is there. And even if we aren’t sleeping together yet, there is so much fucking passion.

Every time his lips press against mine, they are fueled with the same desire as our first kiss. They are needy and heated, both of us fighting against our undeniable urges of wanting more.

Returning from dinner, Andres pulls the car toward the curb in front of my building.

“Get over here,” he growls into my mouth as his arms work to pull my body over the low-set center console until I am straddling his lap.

“Not like you gave me much choice,” I snicker with my ass resting against the base of the steering wheel. He reaches along the side of the seat to make more room for me as he slightly lowers the incline of the back.

Reaching forward, his hands slide under my chin. His fingers gently wrap around my neck as he presses his tongue into my mouth. The breathlessness of the kiss is only intensified by the fingers tightening around my throat. His hands grasp my ass and pulls me up his thighs as he breaks our kiss.

“Do you feel what you fucking do to me?” He holds me tight against his rigid cock, “I fucking love having this big, beautiful ass on my lap, and I’m dying to watch it bounce up and down on my cock.”

I grind my hips against his impressive length as I lean forward for more of his lips on mine. He grips me bruisingly hard, and his hands accentuate my movements, rubbing me harder against him.

“These fucking pants,” he snarls as I slide against him, “they are the only thing keeping me from driving my cock inside of you.”

His fingers slide into my hair, and my hips continue to ride him as though he were deep inside of me. Fisting at the hair in his hands, he pulls my head to the side and exposes my neck to him. He licks and kisses along it as he growls, “Fuck. Work those curvy, fucking hips against my cock until you come.”

The grip on my hair pulls me against his face, and he roughly claims my mouth, only fueling my need to work myself harder against him.

“Yes,” I whimper against his tongue into his mouth. “I’m going to come rubbing my pussy over your huge cock.”

“Take what you need, Lex,” his hips rock from the seat in unison with mine, grinding him harder against me, “Think about how good it will feel having me buried inside of you.”

“Mmmmm,” I groan as my orgasm creeps closer.

“Do you like the idea of my cock inside you? Filling you?”

“Yes,” the word groans from my trembling lips and I come against the massive, hard bulge filling the pants beneath me.

“You’re going to look so fucking good coming around my cock,” he continues to work against my stilled body. The interior lights of the car flicker, and I’m met with his dark eyes staring up at me. His hand is on the handle of the door and he’s pushing the door open.

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