Chapter 176
Madison
His tongue found my clit, circling it with maddening precision while his fingers pumped in and out. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pleasure building rapidly in my core.
“That’s it,” he encouraged as I rocked back against his face. “Fuck my fingers. Show me how much you want it.”
I moaned shamelessly, past caring how I looked or sounded. All that mattered was the coiling tension in my belly and the skilled ministrations of his tongue and fingers.
He added a third finger, the stretch burning slightly before giving way to pleasure. His other hand reached around to pinch my nipple hard, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my clit.
“Fuck!” I gasped, my inner walls clenching around his fingers.
“You gonna come on my tongue?” he asked, his voice rough with arousal. “Come for me, Madison.
Let me taste it.”
His fingers curled inside me, hitting my g–spot perfectly while his tongue flicked rapidly over my clit. The combination was too much. I came with a cry, my pussy pulsing around his fingers as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
Alexander didn’t let up, lapping at my release as I shuddered through my orgasm. Only when my legs threatened to give out did he finally pull away, rising to his feet behind me.
I heard the crinkle of foil as he tore open a condom wrapper. “Don’t think we’re done yet,” he warned, his voice dark with promise. “That was just the appetizer.”
I glanced back to see him rolling the condom over his impressive length. His cock was thick and hard, the head glistening with pre–cum. My mouth watered at the sight.
“Eyes forward,” he commanded, noticing my stare. “You’ll get to suck it later if you’re good. Right now, I need to be inside this tight pussy.”
He positioned himself at my entrance, teasing me by sliding the head through my folds. I whimpered, pushing back against him.
“Please,” I begged, beyond shame now. “Fuck me. I need you inside me.
He thrust forward in one smooth movement, burying himself to the hilt.
I cried out at the sudden fullness, my body stretching to accommodate his size. He gave me no time
to adjust, immediately setting a punishing pace that had the couch creaking beneath us.
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“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips. “Every fucking time, you’ve never been fucked before.”
it’s like
Each thrust pushed me deeper into the couch cushions, the fabric rough against my sensitive nipples. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the office, punctuated by our mingled moans and gasps.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Alexander growled, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks. “So fucking tight around my cock.”
I could only whimper in response, words beyond me as he pounded into me relentlessly. This angle let him hit spots inside me that made my toes curl, pleasure building with each powerful thrust.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, voice ragged with desire. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
I slid one hand beneath me, fingers finding my swollen clit. The first touch made me gasp. I was so sensitive already, so close to the edge.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, slowing his pace slightly to grind deeper. “Good girl.”
The praise sent a shiver down my spine. I circled my clit faster, matching his rhythm as tension built in my core.
“Mr. Knight,” I moaned, my inner walls clenching around him. “I’m close.”
“Not yet,” he said, suddenly pulling out completely.
I whimpered at the loss, looking back over my shoulder in confusion. “What-”
Before I could finish, he flipped me onto my back, looming over me with dark, hungry eyes. “I want to see your face when you come.”
He pushed my legs apart roughly, settling between them before thrusting back inside me in one smooth motion. I cried out, the new angle even more intense than before.
“Fuck, look at these perfect tits,” he growled, his hands coming up to cup my breasts. “Bouncing every time I fuck into you.”
His thumbs brushed over my nipples, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core. When he pinched them between his fingers, I arched off the couch, a strangled moan escaping my throat.
“You like that?” he asked, twisting slightly.
“Yes,” I gasped, my nails digging into his forearms. “Harder.”
A wicked smile curved his lips. “Such a dirty girl under that professional exterior.” He pinched harder, the sweet pain making my pussy clench around him. “No one would believe how much you
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love getting fucked like this.”
“Only by you,” I admitted, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.
Something flashed in his eyes–possession, satisfaction, something deeper I couldn’t name. He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss while his hips continued their relentless pace.
“Damn right,” he murmured against my lips. “This pussy belongs to me now.”
He shifted his weight, bracing one arm beside my head while his other hand slid between us to find my clit. His skilled fingers circled the sensitive bud, making my hips buck up to meet his thrusts.
“Please,” I begged, unsure what I was asking for anymore. “Please, Mr. Knight. I’m going to-”
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Come for me, Madison. Let me feel that tight pussy squeeze my cock.”
His words pushed me over the edge. I came with a cry, my back arching as pleasure exploded through me. My inner walls pulsed around him, drawing a deep groan from his throat.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he hissed, fucking me through my orgasm. “So fucking good.”
Just as the aftershocks began to fade, he pulled out abruptly, leaving me empty and confused. Before I could question him, he grabbed my arm and pulled me up from the couch.
“Not done with you yet,” he said, his voice rough with unspent desire. “Against the window. Now.”
My eyes widened. “The window?”
“You heard me.” He guided me toward the floor–to–ceiling window overlooking the Manhattan skyline. “Hands on the glass.”
Heart racing, I complied, placing my palms flat against the cool surface. My reflection stared back at me: hair mussed, lips swollen, cheeks flushed with arousal.
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.
