My Fair Señor Quotes

“And I'm sure I'm a jerk for saying this, but the fact that you've never been with another man is so hot."
Alma rolled her eyes. "Yeah, you're a jerk for saying that. I should go fuck someone else just to prove a point. I'm not a fan of misogyny."
"I know it's gross. I can't help it. Some weird primal Mexican machismo thing that I can't help feeling. At least I'm aware that it's not cool."
Alma's anger was still present, but the sincerity in Jaime's eyes was undeniable. She felt torn between wanting to protect herself and wanting to give him a chance to make amends.”
― Alana Albertson, My Fair Señor

“His tongue gave a long, slow lick down her center, drawing a low, throaty moan from her throat. He teased her, tasting her without focusing where she needed him and making her squirm. When his tongue found her clit, her body arched off the bed, and she felt him smile against her.
He pressed his finger inside of her and she moaned. The dual sensation of being penetrated while his mouth worked her pussy was so intense. So incredible. Back in college, their lovemaking had been so sweet, almost innocent. They had discovered what they liked together, especially Alma, who had been a virgin. But now, Jaime seemed to have all the moves. She pushed the thoughts of him being with other women out of her head.
He was with her now--- no one else.
And he said he loved her.
His mouth focused on her, and the pleasure came in waves. She couldn't hold back and came so hard all over his mouth. He lapped her up.
But she wasn't done. She wanted more. Another round.
He sat back agains the headboard, pulled her onto his lap as he guided her onto his cock. Gripping her hips, he slowly urged her to lower onto him, until he was fully inside her.
"Oh, Jaime, baby. Make me come again," she said, her voice breathy.
His mouth went to work on her nipples as she rode him, rubbing her clit on his crotch, his huge cock filling her. It wasn't long before they were both covered in a light sheen of sweat, their breaths short pants of lust and need.”
― Alana Albertson, My Fair Señor

“Jaime climbed up onto the bar and gave himself an even sweeter taste than anything he had sampled in the bar.
Her.
He kissed down her body, lavishing attention on her belly until he reached her panties. She let out a deep moan when he pressed kisses over the delicate lace, which was already wet. He pulled them off and stopped to stare at her beautiful pussy. Her skin was tan and soft, and her hair was waxed into a perfect landing strip.
He planted kisses on her thighs, inhaling her sweet scent, teasing her for as long as he could hold himself back. Then, spreading her legs wide, he licked her, and she gasped. God, she tasted as sweet as he remembered, like pure honey. He licked her like she was an oasis in the desert, like she was the first woman he'd ever had the pleasure to be with, like she was the last woman he would ever taste.
"Oh, Jaime. That feels so amazing, baby."
She ran her fingers through his hair as he devoured her, her scent making him high. After all these years, she still tasted the same, the one taste that he was addicted to. Jaime loved eating her pussy, making her feel good, watching her react to his tongue and knowing how much she loved it.
He cupped her beautiful ass cheeks in his hands as he ate her for all he was worth, sucking on her clit, changing his rhythm to see what she liked.
Her breath came in spurts, and Jaime knew she was close. He reached up and pinched her nipples as he kept his mouth on her pussy. He slowly inserted his finger deep inside, and she gasped. She started thrashing on the bar, but he wasn't done with her yet. He flipped onto his back.
"Come here, baby, and sit on my face."
"What?" She put her hand over her chest. "I... we've never---"
"There's a first time for everything."
She gave him a devilish smile but quickly obliged and straddled his mouth.
Jaime was in heaven with the beautiful view of her breasts and the taste of her pussy on his lips.
This was so fucking hot. She placed her hands on the sides of the bar and rocked back and forth, all over his tongue. Her moans got louder and louder, and he didn't care if the tenants in the nearby restaurant or the community patrol heard her.
He gripped her ass and sucked her clit.
"Oh, oh my God... oh, baby."
Her body constricted as she let out a breathy moan before coming in his mouth. He lapped up every sweet drop. He couldn't get enough.”
― Alana Albertson, My Fair Señor

“Wow, we first came here seven summers ago. Remember?"
He reached out and squeezed her hand. "I'll never forget. You were wearing that yellow sundress." He lowered his voice. "With that matching lace bra and thong. I couldn't wait to take you home, eat your pussy, and fuck you.”
― Alana Albertson, My Fair Señor

“Have you really not dated since me?” he asked her.
She doused her taco with some Valentina hot sauce and took another bite. "Dating is a strong word.”
― Alana Albertson, My Fair Señor

“But I want to teach you something else, My Fair Señor."
He laughed. "Is this some weird My Fair Lady obsession? You used to love that movie. I'll have you know that I'm a perfect gentleman. I even went to Mr. Benjamin's Cotillion class in sixth grade. It was a huge thing in La Jolla."
"No, no, Jaime. You're perfectly refined. And I did love that movie.”
― Alana Albertson, My Fair Señor

“The morning sunlight seeped into Alma's bedroom, the rays reflecting off the ocean waves outside her window, but she wasn't ready to face the day yet, so instead, she snuggled under her fluffy rose-tinted comforter with her fawn-colored pug, Tequila. Her pup's name always made her chuckle; she had rescued her at a time when she had just become obsessed with the spirit. And oh, what a journey it had been.
But the sad truth was that Alma had just replaced her previous obsession with Jaime with a newfound passion for tequila--- the dog and the liquor.”
― Alana Albertson, My Fair Señor

“Alma focused. She went behind the tall wood-carved bar and straightened the tequila bottles. She loved the colors and designs of the containers--- brightly colored, some were even hand-painted. Her favorite bottle was a white ceramic one painted with intricate blue leaves. The shape of the bottle resembled the curves of a woman, and the liquor itself was just as robust, just as refined--- truly the intersection of quality and art.
She signaled her bar manager, Lupe, to turn the music on, to which Lupe quickly obliged. The melodic sounds of one of her favorite Spanish ballads filled the air; the singer's deep baritone voice almost as intoxicating as the liquor in the place.
Almost.
A waft from the kitchen danced through her nostrils. Though this was a tequila bar, Mezcalifornia was known for its happy hour. They served mostly the usual fare that you would expect--- small carnitas street tacos, fresh-charred corn dressed with a tangy garlic sauce and garnished with cotija cheese, mini ahi tostadas, and of course, guacamole. She hadn't wanted a typical sit-down restaurant with gourmet food and a wine list. Been there, done that.
No. She wanted a vibe. A destination. An experience.”
― Alana Albertson, My Fair Señor

“She swiped the finest bottle of tequila from her bar and splashed it on her hands. Alma wore tequila the way most girls wore perfume. She inhaled the note--- nothing like the pure scent of the world's finest liquor--- the sweetness from the vanilla, the spice from the pepper, and the heat from the smoke made her feel like she was on fire.”
― Alana Albertson, My Fair Señor