Chapter 15
With her still facing away from me, I gently undo her hair, letting it slip through my fingers.
I nibble at her neck and shoulders, marking her softly with my desire.
Her hair finally cascades down her bare back.
I brush it aside and trail my mouth across her skin, kissing, licking, teasing every inch. I feel her body shiver beneath my lips.
I kneel behind her, my hands firm on her ass—one on each side—squeezing with desire.
Then I slide my tongue along the full length of her slit, savoring her while her moans fill the room.
With a gentle push on her back, she braces her hands on the bed, getting on all fours for me, completely surrendered.
I run my hand over her sex, feeling how intensely wet she is, hot and ready.
I bury my face between her legs and start sucking her pussy through the tiny panties that can barely hide that delicious treasure.
The scent is intoxicating—addictive, hot, irresistible—driving me crazier with every passing second.
I lose myself in her, like a hungry young man tasting a woman for the first time, consumed by a desire that takes me over completely.
I pull her panties aside—already soaked, practically ruined—and plunge my tongue into her entrance, exploring every fold with hunger.
With each moan that escapes her lips, my cock throbs inside my underwear, hard and pulsing, straining against the fabric.
I can't resist for long and unbutton my pants, releasing some of the tension.
But it's still not enough. He wants more, needs more.
Even so, I hold back... because with her, everything deserves to be savored slowly.
I keep licking and thrusting my tongue inside her, hungry for every reaction she gives me.
With one hand, I massage her clit, rigid and pulsing beneath my fingers.
My movements follow a steady rhythm, firm and relentless, never letting her pleasure fade.
I feel her body tremble, her moans growing more urgent, more abandoned.
Then, without warning, I land a sharp slap on her ass, firm enough to leave a mark.
It's the final push: she comes hard, moaning loudly, her body shaking beneath my fingers.
Still not satisfied, I keep sucking her pussy hungrily, drinking every drop of pleasure she spills for me. Her taste is addictive, consuming me, and I swallow every trace of her climax like it's the nourishment my body has been craving. Everything in me screams for her. And I'm dying to fuck her.
I stand up and turn her to face me. Driven by impulse and desire, I grab her soaked panties and rip them off.
The sound of tearing fabric cuts through the air, and she stares at me with wide eyes—surprised, maybe a little scared, but consumed by excitement.
Her breathing quickens, her body still trembling with pleasure, completely at the mercy of what comes next.
“They're no use anymore,” I murmur into her ear. “I'll buy you as many as you want later.”
She's still wearing her heels, and when she reaches to take them off, I grab her wrist and say:
“I want to fuck you with those heels on,” I say firmly, my eyes locked on hers. “You look beautiful like this... wearing nothing but them.” She looks away, cheeks flushed, not knowing where to hide. “You don't need to be embarrassed with me. Now you're mine. Completely.”
“Alex...”
She says my name in a whisper, almost voiceless, but says nothing else. She just stares at me, her eyes shining, torn between desire and surrender. I move closer, hold her face firmly, and respond:
“I'm not going to force you into anything,” I say, my voice hoarse. “If you want to stop, just say so...”
“It's not that...” she murmurs, hesitant. “It's just that I've never...”
“I figured,” I interrupt gently, caressing her face with my thumb. “Don't worry... I'll be gentle with you.”
She just nods, silent, trusting. Then, calmly, I lay her on the bed.
My gaze travels over her body with admiration and hunger as I start removing what's left between us.
When I lower my underwear, I see her eyes widen again.
I smile in my usual cocky way, letting her see how much I want this moment.
“It'll fit, don't worry.”
I walk to my closet without hurrying, feeling her gaze follow my every step.
I open the door and grab two silk ties, chosen deliberately—not just for their firmness, but for their softness against skin.
When I return, she's still lying there, her eyes fixed on me, caught between curiosity and excitement.
Gently, I position her legs on the bed, bent at the knees.
I take one of her arms and tie it to the corresponding leg—firm, but not enough to hurt.
Her muscles contract slightly at the touch; a sigh escapes her lips.
I do the same on the other side, binding her so that her body opens completely for me—vulnerable, surrendered, and beautiful.
My mouth waters just from looking. That vision—her body open, at the mercy of my desire—drives me crazy.
I need to feel her again, taste what's already become an addiction.
I lean between her legs and, without hesitating, run my tongue over her sex, savoring every detail.
I plunge my tongue into her hot, wet little hole, feeling her body tremble beneath me.
Then I focus on her clit, biting carefully, drawing out broken, urgent moans.
I don't stop. I keep the rhythm, the pressure, until her body arches, the ties straining against the force of her pleasure, and then she comes again, moaning my name as if it were the only thing in the world.
With her still in the same position, tied and exposed, I slowly pull her body until she's at the edge of the bed.
I lean over her, bracing one hand beside her face, and kiss her intensely—a deep, wet kiss.
My hands glide over her hot skin as my mouth descends down her neck, trailing kisses and bites.
I reach her breasts—firm, perky, nipples hard with arousal.
I take one into my mouth, sucking slowly, teasing every inch, while I pinch the other with my fingers, alternating between gentle caresses and teasing.
Her moans are muffled but constant, and her bound body writhes beneath mine, begging for more.
“You're so fucking hot, Chloe.” I give her ass a firm, stinging slap that makes it jiggle under my hand, drawing a hoarse moan from her. “Keep this up and I'm going to end up addicted.”
“Stop talking and fuck me already, Alex,” she gasps, breathless, her eyes blazing. “I can't wait anymore.”
A slow, dominating smile spreads across my face as I run my hand along her bound thigh:
“Easy, my hurricane...” I murmur against her ear. “Any second now, I'm going to fill you completely... and you'll feel exactly why it was worth the wait.”
With her urgent plea still echoing in my ears, I put on a condom and position myself between her legs, feeling the heat of her skin and how soaked she is.
I grip her waist firmly and press the tip against her entrance, sliding in slowly, feeling every inch enveloped by her warmth.
But I soon notice the tension in her body...
her eyes squeeze shut, her lips part in a soft gasp of pain.
Without hesitating, I lean down and kiss her softly, reassuringly.
Meanwhile, my hand slides between her folds, finding her clit and stroking gently, just to help her relax, to open up completely for me.
Gradually, I feel her body yield and her muscles loosen under my touch.
Then I continue, easing in slowly, little by little, filling her completely.
I hold still for a moment, giving her time to adjust to my size, to the sensation of us finally being connected.
She's so tight, so hot, that every instinct screams at me to plunge in hard, without stopping. But I hold back. This moment is hers, and I want every second to be perfect.
I begin to move, slowly but firmly, and Chloe moans nonstop, the sound of her pleasure driving me wild, her body begging for more, for everything.
I rise up on my knees, grip her waist firmly, and start to speed up.
Each thrust is firmer, more precise, and she responds with her body, surrendering completely, panting, trembling under my touch.
When I sense she's on the edge of orgasm, I speed up even more, merciless.
My hand slides to her clit, heightening the sensations.
And right there, she comes undone on my cock, moaning loudly.
“Come with me, Chloe...” I say, my voice husky. “I want to hear you... call my name, moan, scream. Let go for me.”
I pull out of her slowly, only to flip her onto her stomach and pull her, still bound, until she's on all fours at the edge of the bed.
Without warning, I thrust my cock in all at once, burying myself deep, making her let out a hoarse cry—a mix of pain and pleasure.
I lean over her body, pressing my chest against her back, feeling her hot, sweaty skin against mine.
I start fucking her hard, fast, relentless, as if only the two of us existed in that moment.
While my hips move relentlessly, my hand slides underneath her. With two fingers, I find her clit, pressing and rubbing firmly, massaging in rhythm with my thrusts. She writhes, and I can feel she's on the edge of another orgasm, about to explode again for me.
My movements intensify, increasingly urgent, driven by the almost unbearable need to come.
The sound of our moans mingles, filling the room.
I grab her hair, pulling her slightly upward, and find her mouth, claiming it with a wild, hungry kiss.
My body burns, the arousal building with each second.
Her walls contract, squeezing my cock hard.
She moans loudly, coming undone, coming hard—and in that instant, I lose myself too.
I come with her, in perfect sync, as if our bodies were made to explode together, at the same moment, in the same rhythm.
I feel her relax around me, and while still inside her, I calmly untie her hands from her legs.
She looks at me from that position, her eyes shining, and smiles.
I pull out of her and, with a sigh, she collapses on the bed, exhausted and spent.
Part of me wanted to stay there, feeling every vibration of her hot walls that still seemed to call to me.
Of all the women I've been with, today I had the best sex of my life.
There was something different... a connection that went beyond the physical.
Her scent still lingers on my skin. I walk to the bathroom, turn on the bathtub faucet, and while the water runs, I shake my head, half laughing, half confused.
I must be going crazy thinking this way.
It was just another fuck. Nothing more, or at least, that's what I try to convince myself.
If she wants a repeat, I'll be available.
After all, she's delicious, impossible to resist. But that's all it is.
Except... I'm not the one calling the shots in this game.
Sometimes, surprises show up uninvited, changing everything...
When we least expect it...