Chapter 1 #3
I couldn't hold back any longer. With a shaky breath, I pushed my panties aside completely, exposing my wet folds to the air.
The coolness hit my heated skin, making me shudder and gasp as it contrasted with the slick warmth dripping from me.
One finger dipped in tentatively, sliding easily into my tight, slick heat, the sensation making me moan low in my throat.
I imagined it was him—Alexander's finger, thick and commanding, probing me deeply, stretching me just right with that confident, dominant touch.
"Fuck, Alexander," I moaned louder this time, my voice echoing off the cracked walls of the empty room.
The pleasure hit hard, waves of it crashing over me as I thrust the finger in and out, curling it upward to hit that sensitive spot inside that made my toes curl and my back arch slightly off the bed.
It felt so good, so filthy, pretending it was him invading me like this, claiming me from afar.
But one finger wasn't satisfying the growing need; I craved more fullness, more intensity.
My free hand went back to my breast, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh, fingers digging in just enough to leave faint marks.
I imagined his voice again, rough and insistent in my mind: "Play with those tits for me, little reporter.
Pinch them until it hurts, show me how much you want this.
" God, yes. I obeyed the fantasy without hesitation, rolling the sensitive bud between my fingers, pulling and twisting it with increasing force.
The sharp sting blended with the building ecstasy below, heightening everything, making my pussy clench around my thrusting finger.
Meanwhile, my other hand worked faster between my legs, the wet sounds of my arousal filling the room—obscene, desperate, and utterly intoxicating.
Desperate for more, I added a second finger, scissoring them inside me to stretch myself wider, feeling the delicious burn as my walls adjusted.
In my head, Alexander was growling commands, his voice a low rumble: "Fuck yourself harder, Anna.
Imagine it's my cock filling you up, pounding into that tight little pussy until you can't take it anymore.
" The thought sent me spiraling further, my mind lost in the fantasy of his body over mine, those tattooed muscles flexing with every thrust. My palm ground against my clit with every inward push, the dual stimulation driving me wild.
I pinched my nipple again, harder this time, the pain shooting straight to my core and blending seamlessly with the mounting pleasure until I couldn't tell where one sensation ended and the other began.
My body was on fire, every movement building the tension higher.
My breaths came in short, ragged gasps, chest heaving as I chased the edge.
"Alexander... please..." I chanted his name like a mantra, hips lifting off the bed to meet my own frantic thrusts, driving my fingers deeper.
They plunged in and out relentlessly, curling and retreating over and over, hitting that perfect spot each time.
The pressure coiled tight in my core, a spring wound to its limit, ready to snap at any moment.
I imagined him pinning me down, his large frame heavy and unyielding on top of me, those strong hands holding me in place while he took what he wanted.
"Come for me," his voice echoed in my fantasy, dark and demanding, laced with that dangerous edge.
"Scream my name, little one. Let me hear how much you need this. "
That pushed me over. I went wild, utterly lost in the moment, my fingers slamming in and out with reckless abandon, the heel of my hand grinding hard against my throbbing clit.
My other hand kneaded my breast roughly, nails digging into the soft skin, twisting the nipple until the pain was exquisite.
The room spun around me, heat exploding from my center in a blinding rush.
My clit pulsed under the relentless pressure, and suddenly, everything shattered.
"Alexander!" I cried out, my back arching high off the bed, muscles clenching tightly around my fingers in powerful, pulsing waves.
Pleasure ripped through me like a storm, hot and unrelenting, flooding every inch of my body with ecstasy.
I rode it out, hips grinding against my hand as the aftershocks trembled through me, leaving me trembling, soaked in sweat, and utterly spent.
Finally, as the waves subsided, I slowed my movements, pulling my glistening fingers free and letting my hands fall limp to my sides. My body hummed with satisfaction, every muscle lax and heavy.
Once everything settled, I sprawled on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, my breaths still ragged. My pussy throbbed with the remnants of ecstasy, lips parted slightly, the cool air brushing over them in a stinging, soothing way.
I realized I'd just done something monumentally stupid, shame flooding in like a tidal wave.
Anna, you're fucking insane... What the hell are you doing?
Just then, the phone I'd tossed aside lit up again.
My heart skipped a beat.
That faint glow was like a damn curse.
My pulse stuttered. No way. Him again?
Was it him demanding my photo, or something even filthier?
A wild mix of craving and terror gripped me. The clarity from that post-orgasm haze vanished in an instant.
With shaky hands, I reached for the glowing thing.
Okay, just one look.
Absolutely, positively the last one.