My Sinful Valentine (A Beautiful Sinners Collection) by Elena Reyes (black authors fiction .txt) 📕

top reads open before eating and she arches a brow in amusement. Her lips quirk up and Sol sits back, watching me with eyes that know me, what I’m capable of and how much I love her. Place her above all others. “I’ll make you a plate.”

“That’s not—”

“Humor me.” Bending a bit, I breathe in the soft, fragrant skin of her forehead and lay a kiss at her hairline. “You have sixty seconds.”

Giving her my back, I walk over to the dinner plates set beside the starting end of the meat area and begin to serve her what I’ve read is a combo platter with a little bit of everything. Meat and sides and three types of bread; I know she’ll never eat it all, but indulging her is what I live for.

I’m also very pleased with how quickly Solimar accepts my request. The low noise of a chair scooting back and the muted sound of heels meeting the floor makes my dick hard. I know what I’ll encounter when I turn around. I know what my meal will be.

“Perfection,” is all I say, taking in the blush across her cheeks and the column of her neck—all the way down to the tops of her mesh-encased breasts and the newly adorned nipples I’m eager to play with. My preciosa stands before me in lingerie and bare feet, in a minuscule piece of string and thin fabric that doesn’t cover her pussy.

It’s tiny. Barely the width of three fingers and I see her. All of her.

How the material clings to her slick pussy.

How hard her nipples are, throbbing for a swipe of my tongue.

“You like?”

“I do.” Taking the remaining steps between us, I place her plate down, knowing it’s going to go cold. I’ll feed her my cock first, and then once she’s satiated and exhausted, sustenance will take the forefront of my concerns.

After all, I am a man of priorities.

Solimar’s seat is empty and I grab the back of the chair, moving it to face the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city. From our vantage point, the night sky is illuminated by colors and movement, each hotel having its own attraction to draw in the millions of people that walk the streets of Sin City each year.

Then, I take a seat and from over my shoulder, crook a finger.

And fuck me if my precious wife doesn’t come without hesitation. Her slim fingers skims me from shoulder to shoulder before taking her place in front of me, bare asscheeks to the window and a coquettish smile on her beautiful face. “Hi.”

“Buenas noches, señorita.”

“Mi bello señor.” She’s wrong, though. My preciosa is the most beautiful thing in my universe. “You wanted to see me?”

“I did.” Holding a hand up, I wait until she takes it and with one tug pull her between my legs. Those supple hips make my mouth water. The slickness on her upper thighs makes me lean forward, and I lick the edge of her thong. “You’ve been a bad little girl.”

2

“I’M SORRY.” She isn’t.

“Are you really?”

A giggle escapes her when I nip her right hip. “Not in the least.”

“And do you deserve to be punished for such behavior?” Another bite, this one a bit lower, and I’m rewarded with a moan. “Answer me.”

“Yes.” Goose bumps rise across her flesh and her body arches into me. “I think you need to teach me a lesson.”

“Over my lap, Preciosa. Let me help you rid yourself of all these bad habits and impure thoughts.” At my command, she shivers, but more importantly, follows directions. Solimar drapes herself across my lap, holding on to the leg of the chair while I admire the view.

If I thought the front of her lingerie was sexy, the back is perverse. It’s nothing but strings across her bare cheeks and hips, attaching to the small triangle barely covering her mound.

I also love the little bow at the center; an innocent touch that makes me want to bite her, but instead, I skim my fingers across each asscheek. Her body shivers, hips gyrating over my touch, but I keep each touch light.

Just savoring. Enjoying each response.

There’s also a small shiver she can’t control.

Because there’s pleasure in giving in and the anticipation that builds, in the gentle touch of a lover or the sudden strike of a palm as it reddens her left cheek, the flesh jiggling while my precious wife sucks in a breath. This punishment isn’t meant to hurt, but tease.

She knows I’d never hurt her, but knowing she enjoys a good spanking as much I love giving one is a turn-on for the two of us—something I discovered after playfully swatting her a few times during a beach trip in the white bikini she used to toy with me.

“Alejandro,” she moans out, body arching into my hand when I land a second smack. This one on the area where ass meets thigh, the skin pinking up beautifully, but still the color is too light. More of a hint of blush, when I need vibrancy. Heat. “Papi, I need—”

“Another?” Her answer comes in the form of a nod and I aim to please, landing three in rapid succession across the same pinkish skin. Now, it’s blooming, my fingerprints visible on her delicate skin, and I skim the same digits between her thighs and chuckle at the wetness that greets me.

She’s soaked. Motherfucking tender and bare, and the minuscule panties rip apart easily with one hard tug, snapping against her skin and leaving a tender mark behind.

Solimar mewls at this. Her body wants more.

Another smack, this time harder across the other side, and she whimpers, shamelessly trying to rub herself against my thigh, but my hold on her doesn’t allow much movement. There’s no friction for her ache,