Chapter 26
CHAPTER 26
ALEX
S he tries to shake her head when I call her perfect, but she is.
Her virgin slit is glimmering with wetness, her nub looking engorged with her lust. Her folds are needily swollen with her desire. I grip her thighs, holding her in place, owning her.
She moans, staring down at me with wide, fascinated eyes. She looks so damn beautiful; it makes my chest ache knowing that I’m the only one who will claim her.
I bring my mouth to her drenched entrance, kiss her hole and then her lips, then move to her jewel. She gasps in the most erotic way when I trail my tongue up and down her nub. When she shivers in desire, her thick and gorgeous thighs tremble for me, her curvaceous fleshiness jiggling captivatingly.
I slide one hand around to her ass, holding onto her fullness as I lavish her pussy with attention. My tongue goes into overdrive when her hips begin to buck and shift as she confidently chases her pleasure, meeting my tongue strokes with hunger of her own.
She reaches down and trails her fingers through my hair, clawing onto my scalp, pulling me toward her. I stroke one hand up her body, over her perfect, plump tits, then offer her my finger.
“Suck,” I snarl. “Get it wet for your virgin pussy. Make it slick for when I slide into you.”
She gasps, then nods as she sucks my finger. That makes me even harder. My steel pushes against my shorts, precome flowing freely now, my briefs wet with the desire and the heat.
I bring my slick finger to her entrance and push in gently, groaning when her tightness wraps around me. When I suck on her clit, pulling it into my mouth, pressing my tongue against it, she gifts me with the most captivating, hungry, breathy moan.
Her hand tightens on my head, fingernails digging into my scalp as if she can’t take this anymore. Her clit feels like fucking fire in my mouth, and her virgin slit widens just a tiny bit like her body is getting used to me. The tip of my dick throbs as I think about sliding inside of her.
She shifts her hips when I open my mouth to devour more of her. Her taste moves slickly over my tongue, making me even more crazed than I already am.
“Oh, Ah-Alex,” she whimpers. “Fu-Fuck yes.”
“You’re so damn perfect,” I growl.
“Don’t stop,” she says urgently.
Her self-assuredness makes my perfect poet even sexier, which shouldn’t even be possible. But it’d be a waste of time to think about what should and shouldn’t be possible with my voluptuous Valentine.
I slide my tongue down her folds, slipping my finger out of her entrance and moving it to her clit. Now, I lick her hole instead, tasting her tanginess, like her virgin body is giving me signals that she’s ready.
But first, I need to feel her come, the tremor in her body, the flutter of her virgin walls.
She squeezes her thick thighs around my face, making the most delicious prison a man could wish for. She traps me against her sex as I make my tongue firm and slide it into her, showering her clit with attention at the same time.
“Yes, yes,” she gasps. “Oh, fuck, yes, Alex, Alex…”
“Come for me,” I growl, my voice muffled by her thighs. “Come all over my face. I need to taste you. I’m. The. Only. Fucking. One.”
I swap my hand and my mouth again, licking her clit fast, my tongue flickering as her moans become more intense. My finger makes gorgeous wet noises as I slip it in and out of her, owning her pussy, owning her perfection.
Finally, she squeezes her legs even tighter around my head. She strokes both hands over my scalp, gasping as she claws at me. Her pussy gushes with wetness, her hole pulsing around my finger as if ready for my rock-hard pole.
I stand up, looking down at her naked body, my cock aching.
She sits up, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly, making her tits sway. A dreamy, confident smile spreads across her lips when she sees me staring. She pushes her breasts together, pouting at me, one eyebrow raised.
“Like what you see, huh?”
“ Like is a goddamn understatement.”
“You’d better show me your…”
I tear down my shorts and my underwear, my cock springing free, a line of precome flinging from the head and landing on her breast. She moans and rubs it over her skin, making me wild and threatening my control. I have to remind myself she’s a virgin, so I don’t flip her over and spank her creamy ass as I grind myself inside of her.
“You’re ready,” I groan.
“Uh uh,” she murmurs, her eyes glimmering like she’s nervous. But then she visibly pushes past the nerves. “Don’t you need to be wet?”
I groan when she wraps her hand around my dick, stroking her hand from my tip to my base, spreading the precome so that my entire length shines with it.
“You’re so big,” she whispers.
“I’ll take it slow, my perfect poet,” I say, my voice husky, the hunger inside me telling me to do the opposite.
Ravage her. Possess her. Take her. Hard.
She must be able to read my thoughts on my face. She slides her hand down her body, pawing at her slick core, her eyebrow raised in that sassy-as-fuck way. “Maybe I don’t want you to take it slow. Maybe I want you to let all that hunger out.”
She laughs in delight when I throw myself at her, falling back on the bed. I kiss her neck, biting down, reaching with my other hand to grab my dick and guide the tip to her entrance.
When my bulging head kisses her entrance, she gasps, her walls widening around me. She grips my back, sinking her nails in, staring with a mixture of desire and shock.
“Had a change of heart?”
“Oh, Alex…” She bites her lip, nodding. “Maybe slow at first.”
I arch my back, gently grinding my girth into her. She opens her legs wider, her eyelids fluttering the deeper I get. Her pussy is so fucking tight, and I almost lose control, almost give in to the hunger that tells me to thrust savagely all the way in.
She tilts her hips, arching her back, pushing down toward me as I get deeper and deeper inside of her.
“We can’t… pretend… anymore,” she moans, leaning up to kiss my neck.
“I could never pretend,” I groan, her tightness squeezing onto me, her perfection driving me to obsession in a way nobody else ever will. “The second I saw you, Tori, I knew you were the one. I knew .”
“I know now,” she gasps. “Don’t be mad that it took me a while…”
“The only thing that could make me mad is if your tight, horny hole doesn’t cream for me again.”
Her head falls back when I grind all the way inside of her, her walls tightly clutching the base of my cock. I watch her, captivated. A bomb could go off outside the house, and I wouldn’t be able to look away.
Slowly, a smile spreads across her face. In time with the curve of her lips, her pussy relaxes, pleasure flowing through her. It’s like she’s massaging my length.
She meets my eyes, her confidence returning. “I want it,” she moans. “I want you.”
I slip out of her slowly, then grind in just a little faster. Her body vibrates when I collide with her, her breasts dancing for me, her fullness swaying.
She drags her nails down my chest. “Faster,” she moans. “Harder.”
“Don’t tempt me,” I snarl. “You’ve got no idea how badly I want to watch your body shake for me, your tits bounce.”
“These tits, huh?” She moans, pushing her breasts together, knowing the power she has over me. “Hmm? Is this what you want?”
I let out a savage growl as the reins of my desire loosen. I slip out and then drive firmly and hungrily into her body. She gasps, the mattress making a whining noise as she grabs onto my arms like she thinks she might fly away.
We find a faster rhythm, one that has me hypnotized. I’m in heaven, a man with too many choices. Do I look at her face, the pleasure shaping her expression into something all too captivating, or do I look at her bouncing breasts, or look even further down at my hard steel slipping wetly in and out of her tight, slick hole?
She closes her eyes as she bounces up and down, guiding her tunnel along my hardness. I sense the subtle changes in her body. When she bounces with more determination, I rev up my speed. She rewards me with a soul-searing moan that floods my balls with come and threatens to make me explode.
She drags her nails down my chest, leaving marks, branding me.
“You’re going to come again,” I growl.
“Is that… a… question?” She gasps.
I smirk. “It’s—a—statement.”
The head of my cock pulses for a moment like the come is going to erupt out of me. But there’s no damn way I’m going to give into this all-encompassing pleasure until I’ve felt her drench my cock with her release.
She rocks her hips with more urgency. I take the hint, moving even faster, pounding into her soaked slit, our bodies making wet noises of near release, her pussy singing for me.
When she tightens around my base again, I know that she’s going to come. I watch her closely, holding back the wave of come that’s trying to erupt out of me, holding back the lust, holding back the feral savage inside so that I can feel her release first.
She suddenly clasps my face in her hands, turning my gaze so that I’m staring into her eyes. Her eyes flood with pleasure, joy, and her release as her pussy pulses around my cock as if trying to coax the release out of me.
Her orgasm keeps going, lasting ten seconds, then twenty, her walls gripping me tightly, then releasing slightly in titillating waves. I bite down, my entire body tense with the desire to empty inside of her.
Finally, she falls back, her body coated in sweat, making her curves shine and glimmer for me.
Sitting up, she says, “I don’t want to do this anymore.”
I stop, shock rioting through me. “You want to stop now ?”
“I don’t want to do this ,” she says, wriggling down the bed.