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He continued fingering me, his other hand alternating between rough squeezes and sharp slaps on my ass. Each smack sent jolts of pleasure–pain straight to my core, making me wetter.
“Look at you, taking your punishment so well,” he praised, leaning down to bite my shoulder through my dress. “I think you deserve a reward.”
He reached around me for the bowl of whipped cream, scooping some onto his fingers. I felt the cool substance being spread between my ass cheeks and down to my pussy.
“What are you—oh!” I cried out as his tongue followed the trail of sweetness, lapping it up with
broad strokes.
“Delicious,” he murmured against my sensitive flesh. “Better than any dessert I’ve ever tasted.”
His tongue circled my entrance before plunging inside, making me grip the counter for support. He devoured me like a man starved, his hands spreading my cheeks wider for better access.
Just when I thought I might come, he straightened up and spun me around again. In one fluid motion, he lifted me, his hands gripping my ass painfully tight. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his erection press against my core through his pants.
“Feel what you do to me?” he growled, grinding against me as he carried me toward the living room. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days.”
He sat on the couch, positioning me on his lap so I straddled him. My dress had ridden up around my waist, leaving me exposed and open against the rough fabric of his pants.
“Take this off,” he commanded, tugging at my dress.
I pulled it over my head, leaving me in just my bra. He wasted no time unclasping it, his eyes darkening as my breasts spilled free.
“Perfect,” he murmured, cupping them roughly. His thumbs flicked over my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. “These tits were made to be in my hands.”
He pinched one nipple hard while his other hand slipped between my legs again, finding my clit with unerring accuracy, I moaned, grinding down on his fingers.
“Such a greedy pussy,” he said with a wicked smile. “Always so hungry for
my
touch.”
He leaned forward, taking one nipple into his mouth. The contrast between his hot tongue and the cool air made me arch into him, seeking more. He sucked hard, using his teeth just enough to border on pain.
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“Alexander,” I gasped, the name slipping out in my pleasure–hazed state.
If he noticed my slip, he didn’t comment. Instead, he switched to my other breast, giving it the same treatment while his fingers continued their relentless assault on my clit.
“I want to taste your cock,” I whispered, surprising myself with my boldness.
His eyes flashed with heat. “Do you now?”
I nodded, sliding off his lap and onto my knees between his legs. My fingers fumbled with his belt, eager to free him. When I finally managed to unzip his pants, his cock sprang free, thick and hard and intimidating.
“Fuck,” I breathed, wrapping my hand around the base. He was huge, the head already glistening with precum.
“Put that pretty mouth to work,” he ordered, his voice strained.
I leaned forward, licking the tip experimentally. The salty taste mixed with the lingering sweetness of dessert on my tongue. His hand tangled in my hair, not pushing, just holding.
Taking a deep breath, I wrapped my lips around the head, sucking gently. His groan of approval encouraged me to take more, sliding down his length until I felt him hit the back of my throat.
“That’s it,” he praised, his grip tightening in my hair. “Take my cock like a good girl.”
I bobbed my head, using my hand to stroke what wouldn’t fit in my mouth. His hips started to thrust slightly, pushing deeper with each movement.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I raised my eyes to meet his, never breaking rhythm. The intensity in his gaze made my pussy clench
with need.
“You look so fucking hot with my cock in your mouth,” he groaned. “Those innocent eyes staring up at me while you take me down your throat.”
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, wanting to please him. His breathing became more ragged, his grip in my hair almost painful.
Suddenly, he pulled me off him, my lips making a popping sound as they released his cock.
“Fuck, your mouth feels amazing,” he growled, chest heaving. “But I need to be inside you.”
His eyes were dark with lust as he ran his thumb over my swollen lips. “Go to my bedroom. Top drawer of the nightstand. Bring a condom.”
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I stood on shaky legs, feeling his gaze burn into my naked body.
“Don’t take too long,” he warned, stroking his length lazily. “Or I’ll start without you.”
I turned and walked toward his bedroom, hyper–aware of my nakedness. The cool air pebbled my nipples and sent goosebumps across my skin.
“That ass,” he called after me, his voice rough with desire. “Fucking perfect.”
I glanced over my shoulder to find him staring unabashedly, his cock still gripped in his hand. The hungry look in his eyes made my pussy clench with anticipation.
I knew my way around his bedroom by now, having been there multiple times since our arrangement began. The nightstand drawer slid open smoothly, revealing an impressive collection of condoms. I grabbed one, my fingers trembling slightly with excitement.
When I returned to the living room, Alexander had removed the rest of his clothes. He sat naked on the couch, his muscular body on full display, cock standing proudly against his abs. He’d poured himself another glass of wine and was sipping it casually, as if he wasn’t sitting there with an erection that could split me in two.
“Took you long enough,” he said, setting down his glass.
I held up the condom. “I’m here now.”
“Put it on me.”
I tore open the packet and approached him, kneeling between his legs again. With practiced movements, I rolled the condom down his length, my fingers tracing the veins that ran along his shaft.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his hand cupping my cheek. “Now climb on.”
I straddled him, positioning myself above his cock. He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to bruise.
“Take me inside you,” he commanded. “Show me how badly you want this cock.”
I lowered myself slowly, gasping as the head breached my entrance. The stretch was intense, bordering on painful, but in the most delicious way.
“Fuck,” I breathed as I sank down inch by inch.
“So fucking tight,” he hissed, his jaw clenched with restraint. “Your pussy feels like it was made for my cock.”
When I’d taken him fully, I paused, adjusting to the fullness. He wasn’t patient, though. His hands
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gripped my ass, lifting me slightly before slamming me back down.
“Ride me,” he ordered. “Show me what that pretty pussy can do.”
I began moving, lifting up until the tip remained inside before sliding back down. Each descent sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my body. His hands guided my movements, setting a pace that. quickly had me panting.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his eyes locked on where our bodies joined. “Take that cock.”
I increased my speed, bouncing on his lap with abandon. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by our heavy breathing and occasional moans.
He suddenly pinched my nipple, hard. The sharp pain made me clench around him, drawing a groan
from his throat.
“You like that?” he asked, twisting the sensitive bud.
“Yes,” I gasped, grinding down harder.
“Of course you do.” He leaned forward, capturing my other nipple between his teeth. The dual sensation of pain and pleasure made my rhythm falter.
“Don’t stop,” he warned, slapping my ass sharply. “Keep fucking me.”
I resumed my movements, riding him with renewed vigor. His hands roamed my body possessively, squeezing my breasts, spanking my ass, gripping my throat.
“I want to fuck you under the stars,” he said suddenly, his voice husky. “On the balcony.”
Before I could respond, he stood, lifting me with him. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, amazed at how easily he carried me while remaining buried deep inside me. Each step he took made his cock shift inside me, hitting new angles that drew little gasps from my lips.
“Fuck, you’re so deep,” I moaned against his neck.
“Just wait,” he growled, sliding open the glass door to the balcony.
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Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.
