I cried out, and my body convulsed. My pussy contracted, tightening around his dick. I came hard, warmth gushing out from between my legs. Alejandro pumped faster and faster, his dick sliding in and out of my sopping hole.
It was too much. Another orgasm rolled over me. My legs twitched, and I struggled to hold onto Alejandro. My mouth opened, but I was too paralyzed from pleasure to make a sound. My eyes rolled back, and the ringing in my ears grew louder and louder until I thought I was going to pass out.
Alejandro growled and moved one hand up my back, taking a tangle of my hair. He pulled it—hard—yanking my head back even farther. My cunt spasmed, and he continued to fuck me until he came, spewing his seed with a gruff groan. He shoved his cock deep inside of me, holding it there while it pulsed.
My mouth was still open. I was still clinging onto Alejandro, leaning over the railing. He tipped his head down, resting it against my forehead and panting. We stayed like that for a few seconds before he stepped back. His dick was still in me. My body slid forward, and his cock hit my G-spot. Another orgasm rippled through me. Alejandro pulled me closer. He was still hard and didn’t waste any time. He rocked his hips back and forth. I rode out the last orgasm and was sure I was going to pass out.
He stepped back again, sliding out of me. My feet hit the patio floor, and my knees buckled. If Alejandro hadn’t had a grip on me, I would have slunk to the floor.
My pussy was still contracting. I opened my eyes for just a second to see Alejandro’s face. He had enjoyed it as much as I did. I opened my mouth to talk but was unable to form a coherent thought, let alone sentence.
I had never been fucked like that before. I had never had so much danger mixed into sex.
“Can you walk, chica?” he asked me. I shook my head and clung onto him. “I didn’t think so,” he said. He adjusted the waist of his pants then scooped me up, holding me close to his body. My pussy hurt, but in a good way. The pain was just as hot as the pleasure.
Alejandro turned, going back in through the open door. He carried me through the kitchen and up the stairs, not stopping until we were in his room. He laid me down on his bed. I was still writhing in pleasure. The world spun around me. I was panting, heart hammering in my chest. The ringing in my ears quieted down, and little black specks floated in my vision.
Alejandro took the AK47 from around his neck and set it on the floor. Then he took off his pants and crawled into bed, pressing his naked body on top of me.
“You are mine, Ellie. Now that you have given yourself to me, I own you.”
I just nodded, too drunk with bliss to make sense of his words. His hands landed on either side of my waist. He bowed his head down and stuck out his tongue, slowly licking a trail up from my navel to my nipple.
I tossed my head back, moaning as he sucked at my nipple. He grabbed my wrists and forced them over my head, pressing them into the headboard. His cock rubbed against my stomach, and I shuddered. He reached over, taking something from the nightstand next to the bed.
“Be still,” he instructed. Sleek silk graced my wrists. He bound them together then tied my hands to the headboard. With a wicked smile, he moved off of me. Moonlight poured over his naked body.
I bit my lip and looked him over. He was perfect. From his chiseled jaw to his muscular thighs, every inch of Alejandro Calaveras was fan-fucking-tastic.
“Be a good girl and be quiet,” he whispered. I bent my legs up and nodded. He took a step back, eyes running over me. He deeply inhaled and turned. He disappeared into the bathroom. A few seconds later, the shower turned on.
I panted and relaxed. Holy fucking shit. Had that really just happened? I tugged against the silk on my wrists and realized I wasn’t tied tight. I blinked several time and rolled over, my pussy still hot. My arms twisted uncomfortably above me.
My eyes landed on the bathroom door. If Alejandro wanted to tie me up and not be able to free myself and escape, he would have. I dropped my gaze to the gun on the floor.
Was this a test?
I closed my eyes again, catching my breath. Then I twisted my hands and pulled them free.
Chapter 13: Alejandro
She was better than I ever imagined. The forbidden fruit, the enemy, the one who had the power to destroy me. Now that I had a taste, I wanted more.
I tipped my face into the hot water. Her tightness fit perfectly around my cock, so wet and warm. It took everything I had not to come right then and there, the moment my dick entered her pussy.
I shook my head. I shouldn’t be thinking about her. I shouldn’t want her like this. Not now. Not after my men caught that little prick in front of my house. He was taking pictures, gathering information for someone. I could only assume it was for the Morales. I smiled. The only info they’d be getting was knowing they needed to hire a better informant.