Chapter 137
Madison
Alexander’s thrusts became more erratic, his breathing harsh in my ear. He was close.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded. “Make yourself come on my cock.”
I reached between my legs, finding my clit swollen and sensitive. The lightest touch made me gasp, and I began to rub in tight circles.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice strained. “Show me how much you want it.”
The dual sensation of his cock filling me and my fingers on my clit quickly pushed me to the edge. My muscles tensed, my breath catching as the pressure built.
“Mr. Knight, I’m going to come,” I warned, my voice breaking.
“Look at me when you come,” he ordered, pulling me up so my back was against his chest, his cock still buried deep inside me.
I turned my head, meeting his intense gaze as he reached around to replace my fingers with his own. His expert touch sent me flying over the edge, my orgasm crashing through me with unexpected force.
“Fuck!” I screamed, my body convulsing around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over
- me.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, his fingers still working my clit as he continued to thrust. “Milk my cock with that tight pussy.”
My orgasm seemed to trigger his own. With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing inside me as he came into the condom. His arms tightened around me, holding me against him as we both rode out our release.
When the aftershocks finally subsided, he carefully pulled out and disposed of the condom before collapsing beside me on the bed. I lay there, boneless and satisfied, my body still tingling from the intensity of my orgasm.
Every inch of my skin felt hypersensitive, and I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face.
Alexander’s hand traced lazy patterns on my stomach, his touch surprisingly gentle after the roughness of our encounter.
“Tomorrow, when you’re sitting at your desk, sore and struggling to focus,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against my ear, “I want you to remember exactly who fucked you like this.”
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I turned my head to look at him, finding his eyes dark with satisfaction. “I don’t think I could forget. if I tried, Mr. Knight.”
A smirk tugged at his lips. “Good.”
We lay in comfortable silence for a while, our breathing synchronizing. The gentle rocking of the yacht and the distant hum of the engines created a strangely peaceful atmosphere. My eyelids grew heavy, and I found myself drifting off.
“Don’t fall asleep yet,” Alexander’s voice pulled me back. “We’re not staying here tonight.”
I blinked at him, confused. “We’re not?”
“No. I’m taking you back to my penthouse.” He sat up, stretching his arms above his head. The movement made the muscles in his back ripple impressively. “It’s already past two.”
I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and was shocked to see it read 2:17 AM. Where had the time gone?
The ride back to his penthouse was quiet, and we were exhausted from the evening’s activities.
By the time we reached his building, I was practically sleepwalking. Alexander guided me through the lobby with a hand on the small of my back, nodding briefly to the night security guard. In the elevator, I leaned against the wall, yawning widely.
“Tired?” Alexander asked, amusement coloring his voice.
“Someone wore me out,” I replied, giving him a pointed look.
His chuckle was warm and rich. “You’re welcome.‘
He led me straight to his bedroom, and I crawled under the covers without ceremony. The last thing I remembered before sleep claimed me was the weight of his arm across my waist and the heat of his chest against my back.
I woke to the feeling of lips trailing down my neck and a hand sliding up my thigh. Sunlight streamed through the floor–to–ceiling windows, indicating it was well into the morning. I turned my head to find Alexander propped up on one elbow, watching me with hungry eyes.
“Good morning,” I mumbled, my voice still thick with sleep.
“It’s almost ten,” he informed me, his fingers continuing their exploration of my body. “We should get ready for the office.”
I groaned, burying my face in the pillow. “Five more minutes.”
His hand delivered a sharp slap to my ass, making me yelp. “Up. Now. We can shower together to
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save time.”
The promise in his voice had me rolling over immediately.
In the bathroom, Alexander adjusted the water temperature before pulling me under the spray with him. The massive shower could easily fit four people, with multiple showerheads creating a luxurious waterfall effect.
I winced slightly as I moved, feeling the delicious soreness between my legs and in muscles I hadn’t even known I had.
Alexander noticed immediately. “Sore?” he asked, his voice smug.
“You don’t have to sound so pleased with yourself,” I muttered, but I couldn’t help smiling.
To my surprise, he reached for a bottle of body wash and began to lather it between his hands. Instead of the rough handling I’d expected, his touch was gentle as he washed my body, his strong fingers working out the knots in my shoulders and back.
“You need to relax these muscles,” he said, his thumbs pressing into a particularly tight spot between my shoulder blades. “You carry too much tension here.”
I moaned as the knot released. “That feels amazing.”
He worked his way down my body, his hands firm but careful on my tender areas. When he reached my thighs, he knelt before me, washing each leg with meticulous attention.
The care he was taking with me made something warm bloom in my chest. It was just an arrangement, I reminded myself. But in moments like this, it felt like something more.
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.
