Final Chapter #4
“But I’ve really got to prep for this case,” I said, reaching for him. He came over and dropped a kiss on my lips. “I’m sorry, baby. Let’s break our no-sex streak tonight. We’ll con Courtney into hosting a sleepover for the kids, and get the bed to ourselves for once.”
“Hmm. I’m not sure I can wait.” He tapped his chin, screwing up his face as he looked to the ceiling. “I have no choice. I’m just going to have to seduce you. Let’s see if you can really hold out until tonight.”
My brows were halfway past my hairline. “All right. Challenge accepted.”
Alex moved to the bed, peeling his clothes off as he went. A damp patch formed in my panties before his belt hit the ground. Let’s be honest, I didn’t stand a chance.
His shorts were kicked off, followed quickly by his boxers. I openly raked him up and down.
Alex was perfect from head to toe. There wasn’t a single bit of him that wasn’t hard, ropey muscle—even his ass. He turned and I dropped down in my desk chair, drinking him in.
I’d ridden Alex’s cock in all kinds of fun ways, but I still drooled every time he unleashed it. Alex was long and thick—just the right size to make a girl scream while stretching her past her limit.
Holding my gaze, he leaned back over the side of my bed, reclining on his elbows. I swallowed hard as he grasped his cock.
I watched rapt, biting my lip at the rising pressure in my middle.
“Sure you don’t want to give in now?” Alex asked, lazily stroking the base. “I’m pretty sure you won’t make it past the massage oil.”
“Let’s find out.”
Tipping over, Alex got the oil from the drawer, and poured it directly on his cock.
He started stroking—slow and lazily as though he had nothing but time. “This could be slipping and sliding inside you right now, Lee. Right.” Stroke. “To.” Stroke. “The.” Stroke. “Hilt.”
I gripped the seat, holding tight. This was new. Usually, Alex and I were too busy tearing each other’s clothes off to waste time with teasing. I kind of wanted to drag this out for as long as I could last.
The problem was... how long would that be?
“Show me, baby,” I rasped. “Do it harder. Faster.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Increasing his pace, Alex pumped and primed his cock like a fire hose. “Yes, baby,” he groaned. “Fuck, you feel so good, Sarah. Ride that dick, you perfect, tasty little treat.”
I sucked in a hard breath, straining to pop my lungs as my legs crossed and clenched hard.
I didn’t know watching him was as good as the real thing.
Pinpricks of sweat dotted my skin. The heat building within me was rising to a fever pitch.
He wasn’t touching me, and I wasn’t touching myself, and I was still on track for an incredible orgasm.
Alex stroked faster still. Rising off the bed, he bucked in his hand—drilling the phantom me to pieces.
“Damn, you’re so gorgeous. A fucking goddess descended from the heavens.
I want to put you on your knees and cum on those delicious tits.
Make you beg for it while I paint your pouty lips, then drill that dick-hungry pussy from behind. ”
My nails dug half-moons into my palms. This mix of praise, compliments, and dirty little promises was working like magic.
I fought to stop myself. I really did need to get some work done!
“Suck that dick, baby. Take it fucking all.”
My hand shoved between my legs, slipping under my dress and sliding three fingers into my slick, moist heat. “More.”
Alex climbed on top of the bed, rising tall on his knees. He thrust hard into his palm—pumping like I was ass up and face down in front of him. “Shit. Perfect round ass like yours is just begging to be spanked. And that’s what I’m going to make you do, beg.”
I bit my lips hard trying to stem the breathy moans leaking through my teeth. I rocked on the chair—driving my fingers deeper, sending electric shocks through my body with every brush against that bundle of nerves.
It wasn’t enough.
“You belong to me, Sarah Lee. I want all of you from that strong, defiant mind to your yummy pussy. You don’t leave this bed until you’ve wet these sheets so many times, you—”
Jumping off the chair, I toppled it with a crash that snapped his neck up. His eyes bulged in time for me to tackle him.
“Whoa?” We bounced off the mattress in a tangle of limbs. “Impressive. You held out twice as long as I thought you would.”
“Don’t stop,” I demanded, straddling him. “Fuck me.”
Grabbing my waist, he smirked like the self-satisfied ass he was. “What about work?”
I dropped my dress on his face. My bra followed. “Now.”
“As you wish.”
The world spun. Before I knew it, I was blinking up at the ceiling.
Pinning my hands over my head, Alex tore my thong off one-handed. Why was this man so hot? Everything he did was sexy.
Alex kissed me hard and rough. Our tongues clashed in a fury of sparks, grunts, and moans. My whole body was alive with need and excitement. I was a live wire. If anyone touched me, the shock would blow us all to nirvana.
We broke apart gasping. My head was spinning—dizzying. I either giggled or growled for more, I couldn’t be sure.
My eyes blew open to moist heat claiming my nipple. Alex sucked me in his mouth—flicking and torturing the happy nipple with his tongue while the other surrendered under his rough, calloused fingers.
I melted into the sheets, moaning and crying out as loud as I wanted. Why not? We had my bedroom soundproofed. The guys would not stand for me to hold back.
Alex kissed his way down my stomach, popping goose bumps in his trail. Anticipation heightened as he lifted my knees and draped them on his shoulders.
A firm swat landed on my backside.
“Ah,” I cried—part surprise, part pleasure.
“On your knees.”
I flipped over so fast, I hit myself in the face.
Alex grasped my hips and rocked me back on his hardness. I moaned as our bodies ground together, practically purring under his roaming hands.
“Gods, you’re beautiful. Every fucking inch of you is perfection.”
Thwack!
I bucked under the surprise spank, my core heating up to melt.
“Wow, you’re revved up today,” I gasped. “I really fucking like it.”
He probed my folds, pushing one, then two fingers inside. My eyes rolled up in my head as his knuckles tapped a fast beat against that bundle of nerves. I cried out when he was suddenly gone, until his tongue replaced his fingers.
Alex ate me out like a buffet. I reached for the bedpost as he tongue-fucked me, head bobbing against my ass, I had to anchor myself or I swear I would’ve floated away. Every cell, every pore, every follicle was brimming with the perfect pleasure of great fucking sex.
“Gods, this pussy is so delicious. Want some?”
I didn’t have a chance to register what that meant before he pounced on me. Squealing happily, I laughed in our sloppy, dirty kiss. This was everything I ever wanted. Guys who could make me laugh as hard as they could make me cum.
Alex dropped back and took me with him. Holding me firm, he dropped me on his lap. I shivered with need when he pressed his tip to my entrance.
“Three days since I’ve watched these beauties bounce,” he growled. “We’re fixing that right the fuck now.”
Smiling, I braced myself on his knees. “Yes, sir.”
Alex bucked, pushing in and turning my laugh into a cry of ecstasy. The feel of him stuffing me to bursting would never get old.
He set a mind-scrambling, punishing pace. Pulling almost all the way out and thrusting back in. We devolved into a chorus of screams, grunts, and moans.
Grabbing his arms, I met him thrust for buck, driving him deeper still. Alex was striking that spot every time. I was boiling over to a fever pitch, my orgasm coming fast.
Alex struck that spot a final time, and I came hard—body rocking and writhing on top of him. I lost control and tipped over, nearly falling off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over and drowned me. Alex came on my heels, spilling his release inside of me.
We likely both wanted that to last longer, but we never had a chance. Three days without, we were both at the edge of our limit.
We collapsed in each other’s arms, grinning at each other like fools.
“Now that was a fun work break,” I breathed, throwing my arm across his chest. “What brought that on?”
He smirked wolfishly. “Can’t a man have screaming hot sex with his wife in the middle of the afternoon just for the hell of it?”
“He most certainly can.” I smooched him. “But I get the sense you’re in a particularly good mood today. Did something happen? Are you planning a surprise for me?”
Alex froze. “Well, see, that’s not fair,” he cried. “Because now I’m a bad husband if I say I’m not planning a surprise for you. What kind of jerk am I for not planning a surprise for the fine-ass wife who gives me screaming hot sex in the middle of the day?”
I poked his side, giggling. “You better say you are, then.”
“I am,” Alex stressed. “Definitely. But that’s not the only reason I’m in a good mood.”
“What is it, then?”
Alexander smiled at me. “It’s this,” he whispered. “It’s you. It’s our three perfect, amazing kids. It’s getting to live and co-parent with my two closest friends in the world. It’s chasing my dream for the first time in my life. It’s being surrounded by the people I love most in this world.
“For a long time, I had three-fifths of a family,” he whispered. “Now I have the whole thing... and it’s because of you.”
Tears flooded my lids, spilling down as his sweet, whispered words washed over me.
“How could I not be happy, baby?” Gentle fingers brushed away my tears. “Five years ago we died, and this is heaven.”
“No.” Lacing our fingers together, our wedding rings glittered and shone side by side. “This is better.”
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