12. Alek
ALEK
Watching her come threatens my own orgasm. She’s so fucking beautiful as she falls apart for me.
I have to reach down and squeeze my cock so hard to stop myself from ruining my sweatpants. I want to make this experience one she’ll never forget.
The thunder booming outside is nothing in comparison to how my heart is thudding in my chest. I have to catch my breath. I’m so fucking happy, and I can’t remember the last time I felt like this.
I don’t know if I ever have.
My world is cruel and violent. Blood coats my hand on a usual day. I have to be the bad guy. My reputation is what keeps my business so successful. I don’t mind having to be the villain if it means getting to feast on my goddess every night.
“Oh my god, Alek. Mmm.” Her body trembles even after the aftershocks of her orgasm has run its course.
I’m ready to give her a few more. Only if she wants to.
“Kiss me.” The two words are breathy with an edge that can only be described as begging.
I kiss her clit, her stomach, the middle of her chest, and take her lips with mine.
“Taste yourself.” I plunge my tongue in her mouth, and she sucks it by wrapping her lips around it, moaning when her flavor must burst over her taste buds.
To my shock, she reaches between us, wrapping a hand around my stiff cock, and I moan, breaking the kiss because I can’t focus on two things at once right now.
Mia makes me realize I’ve only fucked before.
All the women were a temporary relief. I’ve never cared to have more.
I never cared they wanted to spend the night.
When we both got what we needed, we went our separate ways.
I didn’t want the responsibility of taking care of another person.
I didn’t have the room in my life to have feelings for someone.
Mia changes all of that. She changes me for the better.
It’s not that I didn’t want to make room, I just wanted to make room for the right person.
Her hand moves to the waistband of the sweatpants, tugging them down my hips to get what she wants. I snag her wrist with a gentle squeeze, wanting to make sure this is what she wants.
Before I can ask, she bites my bottom lip, muttering, “I want this. I want you. Please, Alek. Make me yours. Don’t make me wait another day when I’ve waited forever for you.” She places kisses down my throat, sucking on one spot at the base of my neck near my collarbone that has me see stars.
My cock jerks, a small orgasm causing me to groan as it shoots from me, wetting my sweatpants.
“Fuck. I need you so fucking much.” I press my cheek against her shoulder, grabbing onto her for dear life to control the urge to fuck her into this mattress.
It’s her first time.
I have to be mindful of that.
Sitting up, I drag her hands down the front of my body, and she tugs the sweatpants down my hips completely. My cock springs free, slapping against my thigh, come still leaking from the slit and smearing on my thigh.
“You…?” Her big eyes peer up at me as she trails her finger through the evidence of my lust.
“Almost. I had to control myself.” I run my hand through her hair as she explores the nine inches that belongs to her.
“I want to see you.”
I lean back, confused. I’m naked. She’s able to see all of me right now. She twirls her index finger in the air and bites her lip.
Oh.
I slide off the bed, holds my arms out, and give her a slow spin. Her hand grips my ass and I smile, making note that she likes my back. Her palm is warm and kind, roaming down my thigh, then up my spine.
“You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”
Her words have me turn around, my cock pointing directly at her.
I wrap a hand around myself, giving my aching shaft some relief. “No other women compare to you. You’re breathtaking to me.”
She moves to me, skimming her nails down my chest. The rough tickle roams over my nipples and I’m surprised how much I like the sensation.
“There’s no pressure. If you want to stop, we will stop.”
“I don’t ever want to stop.” Her lips wrap around the crown, and I gasp, standing on my tiptoes from the extreme pleasure.
I brush my fingers through her hair and cup the back of her head. “Fuck, I don’t want you to stop either.” Tossing my head back, I moan to the ceiling, heat blooming across my body as she bobs her head.
Her mouth his hot and wet, tightening around me by hollowing her cheeks. Mia’s experiments with her tongue, flicking it over the sensitive glands that causes me to hiss. She drags her teeth gently over me, mixing pain with a little pleasure.
I love it.
She tries to take more of me and gags when she takes too much of me. Spit strings connect us when she pulls away, her eyes watering. Mia is trying so hard to please me and she doesn’t realize she doesn’t need to try at all.
“I’m sorry,” she says, looking disappointed in herself.
I lift her chin, still struggling to catch my breath, my cock still dying for more of her mouth. “Don’t ever apologize.” I rub my thumb over her swollen lips. “I fucking love your mouth on me. I want to feel it again.”
“It felt good?” She perks up, lazily stroking the base of my cock.
“Your mouth is the best and I want more of it.” I grip her chin with two fingers and tug her closer to my leaking shaft. “Do something about it.”
Her pupils blow wide from the command and her tongue swirls around the crown again, her confidence slowly returning.
Mia is so enthusiastic taking me into her mouth. The slurping sounds nearly send me over the edge. Her hand palms my sack again, rolling the orbs in a cautious, delicate way as she explores a man’s body for the first time.
I love that I’m the one she gets to navigate this with. I wouldn’t trust anyone else with her.
Especially him.
She gags again and this time she doesn’t stop, she keeps going, increasing her pace. Spit drips down her chin, pooling on the bed while she sucks me.
“Fuck, Mia. You look so good with my cock in your mouth.” I slide my hand down her back, then cup her nape, growling from her lips stretching from accommodating me. “Do you like it? If I were to reach between your legs, would you be wet?”
She mewls in reply, dropping her fingers between her freshly finger-fucked pussy, then raising her hand in the hair to show me the glistening evidence.
“You know what to do with that, Lyubimaya.”
She stretches her arm out and I bend down, sucking her fingers into my mouth.
Goddamn, she tastes so good.
I release her fingers with a pop. “Good girl.” The thunder drowns out my vocal sounds as it echoes in the sky, the rain slamming against our windows as if it’s trying to break in to drown us.
It can try all it wants. The way I’ll die is drowning in her.
She bites down, something no one has ever done, and it’s a soft bite. She’s testing what I like and what I don’t.
I curl over her, groaning her name out loud, gripping her hair so hard I’m worried I might pull it out.
Grabbing her by her throat, I yank her off me, and pin her to the bed. Crawling on top of her, I rub my hands on every inch of her I can. Cupping her breasts, her thighs, her ass, and I spread her legs with my knees, settling against her.
“Alek,” she gasps my name.
The head of my cock is at her entrance. The heat and wetness already tempting me to thrust in. I want to be to the hilt, cradled against her so there isn’t an inch left between us.
I want to be so deep, I feel her womb.
Her nails rake down my back, all the way down to my ass, and she clutches each cheek. She pulls me closer, my cock pressing harder, inching into her virgin cunt, and we gasp at the same time.
Her from pain and me from the most pleasure I’ve ever experienced.
“Please, Alek. I can’t wait anymore. I need you.” She tries tugging me forward again, and this time, I’m ready, planting my hands on either side of her to stop myself.
It’s the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever had to do.
“Mia.”
“Alek, please.”
I steal her lips in a quick, passionate kiss where our tongues meet for a split second and I pull away. “I won’t drive into you. I’m going to go slow.”
“I don’t want slow.” So defiant.
I like that.
With the slightest amount of pressure, I place my hand around her throat as if it’s a necklace decorating her beautiful body. “You’ll take what I give you, Da? It will hurt at first. Let me take care of you. Do you trust me?”
Her glassy eyes can barely seem to focus on me, but she manages to nod, her fingers lazily caressing my spine.
“Words, Lyubimaya. I need your words.”
“Yes,” she replies. “I trust you. I’ve always trusted you.”
I’ll never take that for granted.
“Eyes on me.” I reach between us, circling her clit to take her mind off the pain she’s about to feel. “That’s my good girl. You listen to well.” I drive in a little more, inch by inch, and fuck, she’s so tight.
She squeezing her eyes shut, her nail digging into my shoulders until the skin breaks. I don’t mind if she draws blood at all. The more she makes me bleed, the better.
I want her marks on me. I want to be able to look into the mirror and see her claims.
“You’re doing such a good job taking me.” My mouth parts open on a silent moan, an entity of some sort restricting my throat to stop me from breathing when I inch even further.
She whimpers from the intrusion, the stretch, and depth.
I hit her barrier, the one final thing keeping me from making her mine. After this, I’ll be able to slide home anytime she wants.
“Look at me, beautiful.” I’m struggling to catch my breath, moving her hair out of her face, and brushing the tears from her cheeks. “I know it hurts.” I kiss her salty droplets away, wishing I could be the way to take her pain.
She isn’t sobbing. It’s quiet tears, the kind pain creates.
“I have you, Lyubimaya.”
“What does that mean?” She asks again through a watery voice.
I smile, brushing my knuckles across her pink cheek. “My Beloved,” I simply state. “You’ve been that to me for a very long time. We can stop. Just say the word.”
She shakes her head. “No. I’m okay. I want this. I want you.”