CHAPTER 21
HECTOR
The woman who walked into the living room was a vision in red lace. Hector gave his wife a quick onceover and tried his damn hardest to turn his gaze back to the TV.
He grabbed a cushion from the couch and threw it on the floor.
“You’re going to watch basketball?” She looked surprised and a little indignant.
Oh, mi corazon, this is only the start of your lesson.
He pointed at his feet. “Get over here. You know what I want.”
Her eyes narrowed, but she did as he asked. In a beautiful, graceful manner, she dropped before him, her ass perched on the cushion, her hands going to his belt. It wasn’t long before she took him out of his briefs and started to suck him.
He leaned back against the couch, trying to appear relaxed as Mary started to make slurping sounds. She wa
