‘Fuck, Alana,’ Alejandro hissed through gritted teeth and for a second, I was worried that I’d done something wrong. ‘As if I don’t spend enough of my time fucking you, or thinking about fucking you, and now I find out you’re a squirter. Jesus Christ, princess, you’re going to be the fucking death of me.’ ‘Is that good?’ I breathed as I tried to regain some sense of reality. ‘Good? It’s fucking incredible.’
