“Fuck me,” I plead, and he stares longingly into my eyes, breathing deeply. Without further hesitation, he rips my lacy panties from my hips and flings them to the side of the room.
He leaves me to unfasten and remove my bra while he strips off his own clothes, and I lay back on the bed, taking in the glorious sight.
His body is unreal.
Chiseled abs that taper down his happy trail to a narrow waist, and muscled arms that can lift me effortlessly. A handsomely carved face that begs me to lick its cut lines, defined cheekbones and kissable lips that beg to be touched.
I need him, too.
More than I’ve ever needed anything or anyone.
The knowledge of this hits me in the same wave as a powerful bolt of lust shoots to my center, and my breath hitches in my throat.
Then his hands are back on me, working in tandem with his lips to drive me close to the brink.
He strokes every inch of me with the soft pads of his fingers, working his way down past my waist and right to the already-soaked folds between my legs. At his touch, I spread my thighs wide for him, the throbbing building up mercilessly in my core. He pulls back to look at me, the half-smile lighting up his face threatening to ignite the sheets on fire.
“God, you’re hot for me.”
“Yes,” I whisper. “I need you.”
“Only me.”
“Only you.”
Then he flips me in one swift motion and I know exactly what he wants. I arch my back as I steady myself on my hands and knees, pressing my pussy and ass back toward him as he stands at the foot of the bed. Without hesitation, he buries his face between my legs, devouring me with such intensity that I can barely tolerate the sensation. I cry out as my hips jerk back and forth, trying to get away from a pleasure so powerful it hurts, but Alec’s hands clamp down on my hips, holding me in place.
“Take it,” he says between long strokes of his tongue. “Take it. You have no choice. Take it.”
At his words, I come so hard that the edges of my vision blur and I press my face into the mattress to muffle my screams.
Only when my quaking has begun to subside does he push me forward on the bed and climb on behind me, lining up his cock with my entrance.
“Ask for it,” he commands, and my body responds with another gush of wetness.
I can’t find the words.
“Ask for it,” he says again, his voice sharper, the head of his cock insistent at my slit.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please, fuck me. Please. Please. I beg you.”
Only when I’m crying out for it does Alec thrust his hips forward, filling me to the hilt in a single stroke.
I come again right away, my muscles clenching around the incredible thickness of him. Despite all the hours we’ve spent in bed since we met, my body still has to adjust to his size, and as it does I can feel every ridge, every vein.
He stays embedded deep inside me, a hand on the back of my neck, holding my head down, until my hips start to writhe again, and then he draws himself out slowly. He stops when just the head of his cock remains inside of me, and I can’t take it. I want him back inside of me, I have to have him, I need it now, now, now.
My frantic attempts to push myself back onto his length are met with the sexiest laugh I’ve ever heard, and then he humors me by slamming in again.
He’s driving me wild.
Alec fucks me right to the edge of another intense orgasm, and then—when I’m right there—he ups the ante, taking his hands from my waist and sliding them down to my ass, spreading my cheeks even wider. He presses his cock in another inch, then licks a finger…
…and presses it right against my asshole.
I gasp, but I don’t fight it, so lost in him, so filled by him, that arguing doesn’t even cross my mind.
“Let me in,” he says, his voice soft but filled with authority.
“How?” I breathe, almost unable to speak.
“Relax.”
At this order, I feel every muscle in my body loosen. Alec presses his finger inside my ass up to his first knuckle, and the sensation is so intense, so unfamiliar, so dirty, that I cry out.
“Let it happen,” he says gently, and I let a breath out, trying to relax, trying to do as he says.
He drills his finger in farther. It feels huge, he’s stretching me out and going so deep. I want to wriggle my hips, but I stay still, because pleasing him in this moment is all I want to do…
He pushes in, in, in as I let out little whimpers, little cries of pleasure and pain, and after a minute my asshole is clenching around the full length of his finger.
Then comes the master stroke.
Alec reaches around with his other hand and puts one finger on my clit, then drags his cock out of my pussy again, inch by inch.
“Ready?” he says, lust lacing his voice.
“Yes, yes, yes.” I am so far gone that my words come in threes.
In the same moment he drives his cock home, he swirls his finger over my clit, his finger held firmly in my ass.
The blinding orgasm that engulfs me assails all my senses and consumes my entire being. It overwhelms me. Ruins me.
Saves me.
Chapter 18
Alec