Page 59 of Adoring Alejandro

Her head filled with screaming thoughts, she didn’t even bother looking at his room. Her eyes were caught dead on the king-sized bed, though. The sheets were gray and the comforter was navy blue. The pillows were a perfect mix of navy and gray. Perfectly, utterly masculine. Just like AJ.

His hand still wrapped around hers, he pulled her up beside the bed and stopped.

Instead of dropping her hand, he placed it against his chest, leaned in, and kissed her.

Her heart turned over and began pounding away. The heavy, thundering beats rushing through her ears. She could hear nothing but her heart, but she could feel his mouth as he commanded hers, taking her moans of pleasure into his own throat.

AJ broke the kiss, dragging sharp breaths into his heaving chest.

“Fuck, I need to get you naked. I need to be inside you.”

Delirious, she answered, “Yes.” No other words formed in her brain.

Reaching back, AJ pulled his shirt from his body, revealing a chest Maeve had only ever envisioned in her dreams. The hard plains of his chest made her mouth water, and the ridges and valleys of his abs begged for her hands. Before she could touch him there, though, he began unbuttoning her blouse. With each button undone, her anxiety rose. Yes, she wanted to know the pleasure of being with AJ. No, she didn’t want the humiliation of him seeing her naked…and ultimately rejecting her.

“I can hear your thoughts, baby, and you’re wrong. I want to see all of this gorgeous, curvy flesh with my own eyes. I want to touch you, taste you, feel you beneath me as I fuck you deep and hard. Don’t hide all this lush beauty from me. I need to see you.”

Struck mute, she stared up at him, unable to believe he meant it. But there, as plain as day, was the dark, hot, wicked desire in his eyes.

Desire for her.

Fat Maeve.

Loosening her body, she allowed him to remove her shirt, then drag down the zipper in her skirt until she stood before him in only her black boy short panties and her plain black cotton bra. If she’d known she was going to live out her greatest fantasy that night, she could have at least worn her going out bra.

With a shove, Maeve fell backward onto AJ’s bed with a yelp. Pushing up on to her elbows, she watched, her mouth hanging open, as AJ removed his jeans and then his boxer briefs.

Naked. AJ was naked. And erect. She stared at him, in all his taut, tanned, marble-carved glory, and drooled. Each muscle was perfectly defined, rippling beneath his skin with each minute movement.

She wasn’t a virgin, she’d had sex that one time with the guy who’d taken her to prom—she was the cliché. But right then, staring at the most beautiful cock she’d ever imagined, she felt waaaay out of her depth. Long, straight, thick, its puffy mushroom head a deep, angry red.

God, she needed that dick inside her!

AJ knelt on the bed, crawling over her, shifting her body, until he was nestled in the cradle of her thighs. His erection thick and heavy against her womanhood. With one hand, he drew her right leg up until it was wrapped around him, then he did the same with the left, until he was so close to her, so flush with her, she could feel his pulse through his cock.

Her hands shaking, she slid her hands up his chest and over his shoulders, then back again. Simply touching him made her body tight and liquid pool in her center. She was so damp, there was no way he couldn’t feel her need for him.

“Tonight, you are mine, Maeve. If you don’t want this, say something now, because once I start, there is no going back.” Bending his head, he nipped at her bottom lip, making her moan. He did it again, and with each nip, her hips bucked up, thrusting against his pulsing hardness.

“I want you,” she breathed, unable to articulate just how much she wanted him. With every cell of her body and every fiber of her being, she wanted him. He peered down into her face with eyes of emerald fire.

“And you’ll have me.”

With a deft flick, he removed her bra. His gaze took in her swollen, aching breasts with a wicked, leering smile.

“As beautiful and perfect as I imagined they’d be. Your nipples are the color of cherries, Maeve.” He chuckled, deep and grumbly.

He kissed his way down her body, from her neck, to her collarbone, down the center of her chest, to her soft, not-flat belly, and toward the wet, aching parts of her. Taking his time as though to savor the taste, she could only feel.

She was all feeling.

Shifting, AJ drew her panties down her legs and tossed them to the floor, before cradling himself between her thighs once more, his broad shoulders holding her legs apart.

Kissing his way from the apex of her pussy to the inside of her thigh, he nipped the flesh there, making her jerk and moan from the pain-pleasure.

“AJ, oh God,” she whimpered.

He drew in a deep breath and groaned. “Fuck, you smell delicious, I need to taste you on my tongue. I need to make you come so you fill my mouth with your sticky cream.”

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