Chapter 24 #2
With that indulgent thought, I lunged forward and sucked him into a kiss of a lifetime. Alex groaned loudly, sticking his tongue in my mouth and pressing me against his warm skin. Tattooed. Rough.
Mine.
It was all a blur. My dress was somehow pulled down and I finally felt the cool air hit my bare skin. Alex’s lips were all over me in half a second. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, his fingers doing their honest work and pulling down my panties.
But then his hands pushed on my shoulders, easily shoving me to my knees. I looked up just in time to see him reaching for his belt buckle, and what a sight. He towered over me, and I stood on my knees naked, waiting, and confused about who I was.
Was I still a good person? The stand-up citizen who fought for justice and prosecuted criminals? Or was I about to descend into their world? Get trapped there?
Who was I fucking kidding?
I locked myself in voluntarily.
I watched the way Alex’s belt flew out of the loops and how quickly the button and fly came undone. And then he pulled it all down, my gaze instantly gluing to one spot.
God, he was big. Masculine. Just one view of his cock made my knees spread. Not like I had been with a whole bunch of guys and seen many dicks in my life, but his size was enough to intimidate me.
Damn. This man had it all: big dick, big house, big business.
Distracted, I roamed my eyes over him like he was some museum exhibit. This was too much, I was hypnotized. He was hard—thick, ready—and he knew exactly what he was doing. As if reading my mind, he stepped closer, his hard cock right at my lips.
I opened my mouth, eager and desperate, but he pulled away, crouching down in front of me instead. His thumb tilted my chin up toward him.
“The way your mouth opened,” he smiled slowly. “You were about to beg, weren’t you?”
I steadied my breathing and leaned in, promising one thing. “Not in a million years…will you ever make me beg.”
The silence around us was deafening, like everything died, but I was alive. I was ravenous, drinking in every second with an untamable thirst. Alex’s smile didn’t falter, but it was no longer warm or sarcastic—he was about to prove me wrong.
Before I had a chance to bait him again, his hands were hauling me up and into him. I gasped when the room spun in my eyes and my feet left the floor, but it was only momentary because my back slammed against a wall, his body caging me in.
Pinned tight against him, my legs were already spread as I stabilized my vision, dropping my gaze to where I so wanted to feel him, but he stayed away.
“Are you—” he wedged his arms underneath my knees, opening me up wider, “—going to be a fucking brat, or will you tell me if you don’t like something?”
And there he was again—that caring Alex. Not curated, just caring. It was a momentary glimpse in his eyes, but it was there.
I nodded quickly, assuring him and wanting only one thing, but instead of fucking me, Alex pressed his hips into me, his hard cock evading my pussy.
He rocked back and forth, applying pressure to my clit with his dick—fuck, it was so close!
“Alex,” I breathed, unable to take this torment. My nails clawed his shoulders, and I tried to position my hips right onto him, but he held me steady. “A-Alex, please.”
I heard my own voice—the way I…
…pleaded.
I shut my eyes tight, delirious, trying to find some semblance of control, but just then his lips met mine, the kiss both tender and urgent, but not enough.
“Alex,” I pulled him closer, encouraging him, wanting him—all of him. “Please, just…”
Ugh, fuck, I was about to lose it.
“Just what?” he taunted, sliding his hard cock up and down the entrance of my pussy, the sensation phenomenal but not enough. “Hmm? Tell me, Malyshka.”
A pathetic little whimper left my throat as I tugged on his hair, wanting to inflict damage. Precum glistened on the tip of his cock and he parted me, my breath halting, waiting, wanting, please!
“P-please…” I dropped my head back, ready to implode. Shaking, I was at his mercy. “Please, baby, please…”
He rolled his hips into mine, his fingers digging into my waist and his arms holding me up confidently.
“Say it, Malyshka. Come on, baby.” Pain exploded on my bottom lip when he bit me and commanded, “Beg.”
So I did.
“Please fuck me,” I whispered into his lips, ready to cry. “Please, please, please!”
My pride left the universe. I was begging, pleading, ready to do whatever.
“Beg me again, Malyshka. Tell me exactly what you want,” he teased quietly.
“Ugh, fuck you! I want you inside me! I want you to fuck me, please…”
And then I finally felt it, felt him. That hard, perfect press of his tip right into my soaked, aching pussy. I shot my gaze down, watching the way his cock eased inside me, stealing all the air out of me.
Fuck, he was big. He was perfect. He was hard and hot and thick and—
“It’s too big, I…” I sobbed, pushing on his shoulders, all of a sudden intimidated.
But it felt so good.
I sighed loudly and melted into it—into him. Alex looked into my eyes, the whole world ceasing to exist as he thrust in, assuring me, “It’ll fit, baby. God, you feel so—fuck.” His voice broke as he buried himself inside me.
He stayed there and both of us panted, feeling every inch. There was a buzzing inside me, like a drug spreading to every shaking limb, and I succumbed to it.
Alex thrust in again, knocking my back against the cold wall. I gasped loudly, overwhelmed by the way my pussy stretched to accommodate him, but Lord, was this an ascent into heaven.
“Eyes on me, Malyshka.”
I shot my eyes open just as he slammed inside me—this time harder. All that slow and agonizing energy was gone; it was just the lust in his eyes and the echo of our act in the room.
This wasn’t a fuck. This was a claim.
“Alex,” I gasped into his lips, digging my nails into his back.
“Mmm, yes, baby. Say my name just like that.”
His shoulders flexed with every brutal thrust inside me, but he held me effortlessly. He fit into me effortlessly.
Everything was out of focus. Sweat rolled down my back in the freezing room, and I was drunk on him. He fucked me hard, relentless, never pausing, and I gave all of myself to him.
My arms around his neck, I pulled him in closer than ever…
And bit down.
Alex groaned from the pain, but I wanted more. “Harder,” I whispered in his ear, never wanting this to end.
He didn’t make me wait long—he ripped me away from the wall, his hard cock never slipping out. No, he held me right against him when he fell onto the couch, his tongue inside my mouth.
“Turn around for me, brat.”
Ugh. The timbre of his voice.
I obeyed instantly and flipped over, but before I could lift my hips, he descended right on top of me. I panted, my face buried in the plushy material, my heart threatening to explode.
“You’re begging again.” His lips were right at my ear while his hand slid on my thigh and he lifted me just slightly, just enough to position himself right where—
“Fuck!” I cried out when he thrust inside me, igniting that irreplaceable heat that burned in my lower belly.
“Mm-hm.” His arms slithered underneath me and his hands rested on my shoulders, pushing me into him. “Harder like this, Malyshka?”
The room, my body, my mind—everything disappeared. There was only him, giving me what I begged for.
“Answer!” Alex thrust in so hard my whole body jolted up.
“Y-yes.”
It was a squeak. A surrender.
Our voices, the sound of his hips hitting mine, the friction of my body against the couch—it all swirled in my ears, but nothing was as clear as his voice.
“You’re taking it all so good, baby.” His praise. “You’re so beautiful, baby. All for me. Mine.” His promise.
He fucked into me harder, holding me tight, immobile, all for him.
“Don’t-don’t stop.”
“Anything—” a merciless thrust, “—you—” another one, his voice a low growl, “—say, my love.”
His love.
There was no way to stop it. My eyes were in the back of my head and I pleaded something incoherent—louder, sobbing, begging.
Alex’s hand moved lower and when his finger grazed my clit, it all surged. I was loud, unhinged, and on top of the fucking world. I shook underneath him, crying and spent, never having experienced this before.
And that did him in, too. His breath broke against my neck as his thrusts turned erratic and uneven, and he suddenly tried to pull back.
“Jade,” he warned, his voice low and dangerous.
But as if possessed, I grabbed onto his arm, holding him flush against me. My fingers dug into his hip and I refused to let him move.
“Jade.” His voice was sharper now. “I’m—”
Anything you say, my love.
“Stay,” I said, the logical part of me dead.
Alex went still for a split second before he buried his face in my neck and groaned, pushing in deep.
And he stayed.