Chapter 4 #2
Her hands are in my hair, on my shoulders, anywhere she can reach, and when I take her nipple in my mouth through her bra, she gasps, arching into me. I want to devour her, to hear every sound she’s been holding back all these years.
Her lips taste like wine and something wilder, something I can’t get enough of.
Bella’s breath hitches as my hands slip under her top, sliding up her bare skin, hungry for every inch.
I reach behind, unclasp her bra—my fingers quick, practiced—and pull it off, letting it drop to the floor.
Her tits are soft and full in my hands, nipples hard against my palms. I take one into my mouth, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp.
Her hips grind into me, needy and restless, and my cock throbs—hard, straining against my jeans. I want her so badly it hurts.
I slide my hand down, undoing the button of her jeans.
She’s already wet; I can feel the heat through her panties.
I slip my fingers under the lace, brushing over her clit—she shudders, breathless, her legs parting wider.
I circle her clit, slow and teasing at first, then faster, wanting to feel her come apart in my hands.
She moans, low and desperate, nails digging into my shoulders.
My cock is aching, desperate to be inside her, but I want this—I want to watch her lose control.
I push two fingers inside, curling them, fucking her slow as my thumb rubs her clit.
Her walls clench around me and she cries out, the sound wrecking me.
I press my mouth to her ear, voice rough. “You feel so fucking good, Bella. I need you.”
She pulls me down, mouth hungry on mine, and I know I won’t last much longer if she keeps making those sounds—my cock is so hard it’s almost painful.
Her breath stutters, hips rolling against my hand as I work her clit in tight, slick circles. I want to own every sound that spills from her lips. My fingers slide deeper, curling inside her, and I lean in close, lips brushing her ear.
“You’re mine like this, Bella,” I murmur, voice low, rough with need. “No one else gets to touch you here. Only me.”
She moans—louder this time, back arching, greedy for more. My cock throbs, hard as steel, straining against my jeans. I can barely think, but I want to hear her say it. My fingers press deeper, thumb rubbing her clit just the way she likes.
“Say it, Bella. Tell me you’re mine. Say it while I make you come all over my fingers.”
She gasps my name, desperate and ruined. “I’m yours, Aleksander—fuck, don’t stop, please—”
“That’s right,” I growl, moving faster, feeling her pulse tighten around me. “This pretty little cunt is mine. I want you to come for me, baby. Let go, I want to feel you.”
She shudders, nails scraping down my back, her legs trembling around my hand. Her cries get higher, needier, and I keep working her clit, fucking her with my fingers, hungry for every twitch and gasp.
“Look at you,” I whisper, possessive and hungry. “Falling apart just for me. No one else gets to see you like this. No one.”
Her whole body goes tense, then she’s coming, hard, clenching around my fingers, moaning my name like a prayer.
My cock aches, swollen and leaking in my jeans, and I know I need her—right now, right here, I need to be inside her, to show her she belongs to me.
I pull her jeans and panties down, slow and careful, savoring every inch of new skin revealed. She looks up at me, lips parted, breathless, her eyes searching mine. I pause, cupping her face, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead and then her mouth, lingering there.
“Bella,” I whisper, voice softer now, rough with emotion and need. “Is this okay? Can I…?”
She nods, her cheeks flushed, but I want to hear her say it.
“Tell me,” I murmur, thumbing her cheek, heart pounding as I hold myself just at her entrance. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want you, Aleksander,” she breathes, and it’s all I need.
I push inside, slow and careful, giving her time to adjust, feeling her heat wrap around me, welcoming me in.
Her legs come up around my hips, drawing me deeper, and I groan, overwhelmed by how soft and warm and tight she is.
We move together, my forehead pressed to hers, every thrust slow, deliberate, savoring her, letting her feel every inch.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper, kissing her again, hand tangled in her hair. “So fucking perfect. You tell me if you want to stop, anytime, okay?”
She shakes her head, nails raking down my back, hips rolling to meet me. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
I start to move faster, lost in her, in the slick, wet heat of her body. My cock throbs inside her, every squeeze and gasp making me crazier for her. I thumb her clit as I thrust, watching her unravel, desperate to see her fall apart.
Bella’s moans fill the room, raw and urgent, her voice rising with every deep thrust. She clings to me, fingers clawing at my back, hips rolling up to meet every stroke.
Her head falls back, lips parted, eyes fluttering—she can’t keep quiet, not with the way I’m working her clit, fucking her deep and slow, savoring the way her body trembles around my cock.
She cries out, breathless, desperate, and it goes straight to my head—I want the whole world to know she’s mine. My cock throbs, buried to the hilt inside her, her slick heat gripping me, drawing me deeper, harder.
Just then, there’s a knock at the door, a voice calling out, “Is everything alright in there?”
Bella freezes, eyes wide, panic flickering in her gaze, but I don’t stop. I press my hand over her mouth, muffling her next moan, my hips never slowing. Her eyes search mine, wild with worry and something darker—excitement, surrender.
I hold her tight, thrusting deep and slow, and call out, “Yeah, everything’s fine in here!” My voice is steady, calm, like nothing out of the ordinary is happening, even as my cock pulses inside her, every movement making her shiver and gasp against my palm.
“Stay quiet for me,” I whisper, hot and possessive, grinding into her just right, not letting up. “Don’t let them hear how good I fuck you. You love this, don’t you, Bella?”
She moans, the sound vibrating against my hand, her whole body tense and needy beneath me. I never break rhythm, watching her unravel, the thrill of nearly being caught making it even hotter. My thrusts grow rougher, deeper, chasing that edge with her.
Her eyes are locked on mine, wild and pleading, her body trembling under my hand.
The feel of her clenching around me, the heat and slickness, the way she’s trying so hard to stay quiet while I keep thrusting into her—it’s all too much.
My cock throbs inside her, the pressure building, tight and relentless, until I can’t hold back anymore.
I slam into her one last time, deep and hard, grinding against her as I come. My release floods her, thick and hot, and I can feel her shuddering, pulsing around me, milking every last drop.