My back comes up hard against the smooth wall. When he rests a hand above my head and inches closer, I almost think he’s going to kiss me, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he cups my sex and strokes over my pussy lips. I gasp when his fingers slide into my pussy and my body lights up like the sky on the Fourth of July.
Seconds later, a dark and dangerous smile lifts his lips when I’m trying to catch my breath and his fingers slide in and out of my passage easily.
“You’re already wet for me. That’s an interesting fact I think I’ll enjoy.” His voice sounds silky. When he pushes deeper into my passage, I suck in a breath and grab his shirt. “Your pussy is also tight.”
A three-year hiatus will do that to you.
“I…” I can’t say anything. He starts pumping hard, and I try to hold back, not to embarrass myself by holding in my moans.
“When was the last time you had sex, Lucia?”
I look away to the picture across from us of some scenic landscape.
There are so many things to grieve me. Being made to feel like a whore and a homewrecker in one night is just one of them.
Once more, Alejandro holds my face and turns me back to him.
“Answer me.”
I swallow hard. “Three years ago.” Same answer as before, and he looks like he’s doing the math.
“Who hurt you?”
The question throws me. The shame I still feel stings my cheeks, but I’m stripped bare and at his mercy, and that of the powers that be holding my father captive. Things like shame don’t matter anymore.
“My college professor. He was married, and I didn’t know.” My voice breaks, and I know he can see my pain. There were only a few people I’ve told this story to, and every time, I show my pain and shame in the same breath. “I shouldn’t have been with him anyway, right? He was my teacher.”
He leans in, looking at my lips again, and I just know he’s going to kiss me.
When his mouth slants over mine, shivers of desire race through me and a hunger that shocks me fractures my senses.
He presses his lips harder to mine, and raw possession seizes me. His tongue pushes into my mouth and tangles with mine in a dance of fire that consumes me, making me melt into him.
Cupping my face, he smoothes his hand through my hair and angles me so he can deepen the kiss. Greed takes me, and I’m lost in the wild sensation, wanting more.
I clutch his shirt as he explores my mouth, and it’s only when he starts a slow, teasing pump into my pussy that I remember where his fingers are.
Greed locks in this blissful state of pleasure, and I want more. My body bows to him, demanding that he gives me more and he does. All the while never leaving my lips.
When he strokes over my clit, teasing the nub, a bolt of pleasure shoots through me and sizzles every nerve in my body from head to toe.
Fuck… I’m going to come.
He starts finger-fucking me into the wall, and my knees buckle. That’s when I feel the big bulge of his cock pressing against my belly. He feels huge, and I can’t help but think that if his fingers feel this good, what will his cock feel like inside me?
More importantly, I aroused him.
Imade him hard.
I’m not the girl to have confidence issues when it comes to my looks. But there are other things that can knock your self-value. Like being used and lied to.
It makes you feel like you’re nothing. Not important.
There’s something about making this man want me that does something to me. Something wild, the way a drug would make me forget.
Alejandro pulls out of the kiss, and I barely get to catch my breath before his mouth closes over my right nipple and he starts sucking.