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around Alejandro’s dick, heard him grunt and felt his hands shake as he fought to control himself.
     
    She started to come down, swirling into the mattress, going limp, and was surprised at the sharp feeling of his hand slapping her ass. “You’re not done yet,” he said, and she chuckled.
     
    “There were fireworks,” she said. “Did you miss it?”
     
    “No,” he replied, his voice harsh and ragged. “I felt your pussy milking at me, I felt you grinding into me, I felt you lose control. But you always give up after one, and baby, I’m telling you—I know there’s more in you.”
     
    “I’m fine, Alejandro, I promise,” she said, though there was a little jump of electricity in her clit at his words.
     
    He laughed, a dark sound that surprised her, and she felt her body tighten around him. He swallowed another groan. “See? There’s more here. How about you play with yourself for me?”
     
    “I— what?”
     
    “I know you’ve done that before. I remember watching you, that one time in my truck, when we were kids?” His hips slammed into her fast and hard for a minute before he found his steady rhythm again. “That was gorgeous, baby. Do it for me again. In your sexy corset, while I’m fucking you, I want you to touch yourself.”
     
    She sighed, biting her lip for a moment. She wanted to give him what he was asking for, but that want was warring against a lifetime of training about what Good Girls did. And she’d been a good girl for so long, it was hard to be— wanton. “I’ll try,” she said, finally. “If I don’t want to, I’ll say and I’ll stop.”
     
    She felt him collapse over her for just a moment, his arms embracing her. “You sure, baby? I’m not trying to force anything.”
     
    “I’ll try,” she said. It took a moment to arrange herself; she finally folded her left arm above her head, to raise her face and her chest out of the mattress just a bit, and then slipped her right hand back between her thighs. She couldn’t quite get her fingers where she wanted them. She let her thighs stretch just a little wider, and from the choked response from Alejandro, whatever she’d done felt great to him. And now she could touch her clit, that electric nub that she’d found often enough after Bobby had rolled over and gone to sleep, or when she needed a quick and hard orgasm on her own. But it had never felt quite like it emptied the reserve tank, just took the pressure off so she could inhale a little easier.
     
    Sliding her finger over that taut nubbin felt completely different with his cock stretching her out so far. Tighter, tenser, more sensitive. She gasped, finding her usual pressure too gentle, and her usual rhythm way too fast.
     
    “Feel good, Texas Rose?” His voice was tighter behind her, his fingers digging harder into her hips. “Does it feel good to follow instructions?”
     
    “Yes,” she gasped. She could feel the pressure building in her belly, but it wasn’t quite there—she needed something more, something deeper.
     
    And then she felt his thumb swirling through the wetness that was spilling out of her, and then pressing gently at the puckered opening of her ass. “Want this?” he asked.
     
    “Yes,” she said again, desperate for something, anything that would drive her over the edge. The orgasm on the other side of the wall in her body was huge, oceanic, and it would swell up and surge through her and steal her mind away if she could just cross over to it.
     
    There was a steady sense of pressure, and she relaxed against it, letting him gently spread her body open, sliding the one digit slowly into her ass. Her mouth gaped open, the sensations too intense to be expressed in sound, and even though her eyes were wide, she couldn’t see. She wanted to see Alejandro’s face, to see if he was biting his lip, trying desperately to fight back his own swelling need. His hand on her hip was so tight she was sure it would bruise, and he was