Loving the Homewrecker (BOOK 3)

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Adora

I giggled as Santiago showered me with kisses, his hand gliding down my side. He grasped my thigh and wrapped it around his hip, making my other do the same.

I'd definitely initiated sex this morning.

Considering my doctor's appointment was today, and the result could leave Santiago pissed at me, I was getting in all the sex I needed for the next week.

"I should probably be getting ready to go into the office," he said, chuckling against my neck.

"Oh, come on," I said, watching as he pulled away from me, smiling as I glided my fingertips down his bare abdomen, "it'll only take you, like, three minutes to put on a suit, five minutes to fuck me," I trailed off.

He just smiled down at me. "Well, in that case."

I smiled as his lips descended onto mine, my fingertips brushing against his stubble.

His beautiful stubble, may I add.

He reached behind my shoulder and pulled open the drawer of his bedside table, grabbing out a condom.

I pulled his underwear down beneath his V, watching as he completely discarded them.

Santiago was very... endowed, was the correct term for it, I was assuming.

He rolled his condom on, my hand gliding up his arm as I watched.

"Okay, you ready?" He asked, grinning at me.

"Mm hmm," I muttered, wrapping an arm around his neck.

He eased his way into me and I let out a soft moan, considering it was early and I was almost too lazy to do anything else.

He reached above my head and grasped the headboard, chuckling as it beat against the wall at the steady pace of his thrusts.

I dug my nails into his shoulders, smiling as he pressed a kiss to my lips.

I wasn't unconscious, of course, but I was still woozy. I'd just woken up, and it was always a struggle for me to get woken up completely.

Maybe sex was the fix to that. Santiago wasn't even being excessive with his words, and he was a talker during sex. Most definitely a dirty talker, but that was aside from the point.

I trailed my hands down his muscular back, biting down on my bottom lip. His focus was on my bare chest, also moving steadily with his thrusts.

He pressed a kiss to the top of my breast, smiling against the skin. I smiled as soon as my hand made it down the length of his back, and my fingertips slightly brushed against the top of his backside.

"Hell no," he muttered out, grabbing my arm to pin above my head.

I giggled and he continued to thrust into me, his smiling lips against my own. I let out a few whimpers here and there, he let out a few groans, but the noise level wasn't excessive like usual.

I felt a build-up in the pit of my stomach, my lips parting as the pleasure rose with every thrust.

"Papí," I whispered, biting down on the skin of his neck, "oh."

He thrusted in me a few more times and after that, we were both shuddering with an orgasm.

"Wow," he said, "you never fail to impress me."I giggled and he pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose. "Okay, I really have to start getting ready now."

He pulled out of me, the sensitivity getting to be less and less every time. I just smiled and covered up, watching as he walked into the bathroom.