Chapter 28

Mira’s POV

I tucked my hair behind my ears, then slowly got down on my knees and brushed a hand against Alejandro’s trousers, his dick twitching under my touch.

“Let’s see what you have,” I grinned as I unbuckled his belt, my heart racing in my chest.

Alejandro smirked down at me. “I hope I meet your expectations.”

The moment I pulled his zipper down and freed him, his large cock sprang out, slapping against my cheek.

My eyes widened and my mouth dropped open in shock.

He brushed my cheek gently, then lifted my chin so I had to look at him.

He grinned. “Too much?”

I blinked and swallowed the saliva that had already begun pooling in my mouth. “You’re so huge, Mr. Montenegro.”

I removed his hand from my face, wrapped my fingers around his thick length even though my hand couldn’t fully close around it, and flicked my tongue across the tip that was already glistening with salty pre-cum.

“Huge, veiny, and tasty,” I murmured against him, my voice vibrating along his cock.

The effect was immediate. It hardened even more, almost like it was still growing.

I looked up and found Alejandro’s eyes shut, his head tilted back slightly as pleasure washed over his face while I began moving my mouth slowly along his shaft.

“Damn, Mira,” Dro groaned.

His hand slid into my hair, gripping it as he began guiding my rhythm. I followed his lead, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could even though his size made it impossible to take him completely.

“Choke on that, baby,” Alejandro groaned, his voice cracking a little.

I bobbed my head back and forth, my tongue gliding along the thick veins running along his length, coating him with saliva as I worked him deeper into my mouth.

Seriously, if I had time tomorrow I might actually count those veins. There had to be at least a hundred.

My hand slid lower to the two neglected buddies hanging beneath him that had been dangling there this whole time, practically begging for attention.

With a quick motion, I took one into my mouth, sucking on it like a starving child.

“Oh my fucking God, Mira Martinez,” Dro groaned, his grip tightening in my hair. “You’re going to be the end of me.”

I released him and smiled to myself before taking his length into my mouth again, sucking like my life genuinely depended on this moment.

Saliva dripped down my fingers as I stroked and sucked harder while he began thrusting into my mouth, pushing his hips forward and back.

“I’m going to fucking cum in your throat,” he cried, his pace increasing as he pushed my head down further, making me gag around him.

Tears burned in my eyes as I struggled to take him deeper.

Without warning, he exploded.

Hot semen filled my mouth, coating my tongue and the back of my throat as some spilled down into it.

I stayed still and swallowed everything like the bad, or rather very good, girl that I was.

This was exactly what I wanted. To be used like this by a man like Alejandro Montenegro.

Honestly, I could walk straight out of that hospital tomorrow and I wouldn’t even complain.

This right here was what my body craved.

It craved him.

“Damn, that was good,” Dro muttered with a satisfied grin, wiping a bit of semen that had slipped to the corner of my mouth.

I looked up at him like he was some kind of sinful god, that dangerous smirk of his already making heat pool between my legs again.

“Stand up, Mira,” Alejandro said as he pulled me to my feet, his eyes never leaving mine.

“You taste good,” I admitted honestly.

A flash of pride crossed his face.

“I know I do.”

Still a jerk. No surprise there.

“Follow me,” Alejandro said, offering his hand.

I took it.

We walked upstairs and into his bedroom, a place I had only ever seen from a distance before.

Up close, it was even more impressive.

A massive king-sized bed sat in the center of the room, surrounded by dark ceiling-to-floor curtains that somehow matched Alejandro’s entire intimidating aura.

My eyes swept across the room before landing back on him.

“Is this where you bring all your other girls?”

He froze immediately, clearly caught off guard by the question.

I knew Alejandro was far from a saint, but honestly I didn’t care. I wasn’t one either.

Everyone had skeletons in their closet.

At least with him, he had always been honest about being a playboy.

So how exactly does a playboy suddenly claim he’s in love with you and you believe him instantly?

Maybe I should legally change my name to Gullible Mira.

Alejandro rubbed the back of his neck, something he always did when he was nervous.

“I know you’ve seen me here with a woman before, Mira, but I swear to you the day you came here was the first time I ever brought a woman to my house. It usually happens in hotels and—”

I cupped his cheek gently, stopping his rambling.

“I believe you.”

He blinked in confusion.

“You do?”

“Shouldn’t I?”

“O… of course you should,” he said, still looking surprised. “You just amaze me, Mira.”

“Shhh.” I pressed a finger to his lips. “I didn’t follow you up here for conversation. You have a naked, needy girl standing in front of you, so do something about it.”

That was apparently all the invitation he needed.

Alejandro lifted me easily, my legs instantly wrapping around his waist.

His lips crashed into mine hungrily, kissing me like a man who had been starving for days while his hands slid down and gripped my ass, spreading me apart.

A deep moan slipped out of me.

Alejandro laid me gently on the bed, his eyes dark with hunger as he settled between my legs.

“You’re hard again,” I said, glancing down at his fully erect cock.

He followed my gaze and smiled.

“You did that.”

“I haven’t even touched it.”

“Well, Miss Martinez,” he murmured, “you don’t have to. Everything you do turns me on.”

Slowly, Alejandro guided himself to my wet entrance and pushed inside slightly.

“Ahh!” I cried out as the stretch burned.

He pulled back and slid in again, a little deeper this time.

Then he withdrew once more before pushing in fully on the third thrust.

A sharp shiver shot through my entire body.

At first the stretch stung badly, but as he began moving his hips, the pain slowly melted into pleasure.

Soon the room filled with our moans, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing softly through the room.

It was almost musical.

“You’re so fucking wet, Mira,” Alejandro whispered against my skin before biting down on my neck.

Yeah. That was definitely going to leave a mark.

My eyes squeezed shut as pleasure rushed through me and I clutched the bedsheets so tightly I nearly ripped them off the mattress.

And then suddenly, the words slipped out of my mouth.

“Flip me over,” I breathed.

“Take me from the back.”