8. Alex #2
This is just sex. It’s not love. It’s not even lust. This is just to get it out of the way.
The mantra comes to the surface of my mind as if to pull me back from an edge that I wasn’t expecting to step off. I undo my belt and take off my pants. Just fuck her and get it over with.
I climb onto the bed, spreading her legs even more.
I press the head of my cock between her pussy lips, moving it down until it’s pressing against her clit.
She shivers and arches her back, curving her ass up to give me better access.
I rub her clit up and down, pressing the head of my cock against it as it pulses with every touch.
She bites down on her lip as she tries to stifle herself.
I grab her ass and she gasps as I pull her cheeks apart again. “I want to hear you,” I say. “Moan, scream, cry, I don’t fucking care. Just don’t step out of line.”
“Y-Yes,” she says. I slap her ass cheeks and she flinches, a soft moan coming from her. “Yes, my king.”
I rub my hand over the redness and she leans into it. I keep teasing her pussy, rubbing her swollen clit with the head of my cock over and over again.
“You are quite the little brat,” I say. “How would you like it if I left you this way? Teased your little pussy the way you’ve teased my dick in that fucking dress. Would you like that?”
“N-No,” she whimpers, and I slap her ass again. “No, no, my king. We… we have to go through with this.”
The last part strikes me in my chest. She understands this. Good. I slide my cock inside her and she involuntarily clenches around it, moving away from me. I grab her around the waist and pull her back, lifting her up and against my hips as I thrust myself deep inside her.
“Fuck,” she moans. “W-Wait. Please.”
I’m holding her, squeezing her sore ass. She’s as tight as a fucking drum around my dick. “You are really fucking tight. You didn’t lie to me about being a virgin, did you?”
“No,” she whimpers, and I squeeze her ass. She flinches and clenches, hugging my dick tighter. “No, my king. You’re just… bigger than I’m used to.”
“I see. Then we’ll start slow,” I say to her as I start fucking her. “Nice and easy.” Her moans start breathy and soft as her legs lift and her toes curl. With every thrust, she grabs the comforter and her back arches.
It’s not long before she’s so wet that she’s starting to drip down her thighs. I speed up as she leans into it, letting her ass slap against my hips.
“Oh, my fucking God,” she moans. “M-My king… you’re so deep… so fucking deep…”
Her pussy is hot and wet and squeezing me, daring me to come early. I hold myself down, saying the mantra in my mind. It’s only sex. Just get it over with.
But I don’t want to get it over with. I want this to go on for a little longer.
I feel like satisfaction is not only possible, but in my grasp.
I lick my fingers and press them against her asshole, slipping them in.
Her legs go up again and her toes curl as I finger fuck her tight ass in time with my cock.
“I’ve never felt like this,” she says.
“Yeah?” I croon back. “You like my fingers and my cock inside you at the same time?”
“God, yes, my king… fuck.”
She feels so good. So right. “Little Rabbit’s not running from me now, is she?” I moan. “You’re soaking wet, baby.”
“I… I’m going to… fuck, I’m going to break open.”
I slow down and grind into her. I can’t remember the last time I’ve enjoyed fucking someone this much. And the way her pussy is twitching, I know she’s going to come any second.
I take my fingers out and grab her by the hair, pulling her up to me, wrapping my other arm around her waist as I slowly fuck her. I pull her head to the side and bury my face in her neck, kissing her… biting her…
She moves her hips with mine, her arms reaching back and grabbing hold of my hair. “Alex.” Her voice is high, begging, pleading. “You’re gonna make me come so fucking hard.”
I let her hair go and grab her by the wrists and twist them behind her back. I push her back down, forcing her face into the pillows. She keeps her ass high, leaning back into me as she moans in rhythm with my pace.
I’m losing control and I have to get it back. There’s only one way to do that at this point. I start fucking her hard, drilling my cock into her pussy as hard as I can. Her moans go from low to high until they turn into rough cries of passion.
She comes. Her pussy walls vibrate all around my cock as her juices run down her thighs and drop onto the comforter. She feels like she might pull away, but I let her wrists go and grab her waist, holding her to me as I continue to fuck her hard and deep.
“Oh, my fucking God,” she cries out. I slap her ass again and I feel the vibrations get stronger, her juices splashing against my hips and thighs.
I finally come. It rises out of me like a volcano and I moan loudly with her.
When the last body jerk subsides, I just hold her against me, trying to catch my breath. After a second, she starts to rotate her hips.
“More, please… sir?” she says in a small voice.
Shit. Just the sound of her is getting me hard all over again. “Beg for it,” I say.
“Please.” She looks back at me with those eyes. Those fucking eyes. “Break me open again, my king.”
I grab her hair and force her back down into the pillows. I couldn’t deny this if I wanted to.
I was up with the sun and in the shower, leaving her in bed. We fucked three times last night. Three. Fucking. Times. And here I am standing under the water, wondering what the fuck happened?
My feelings for her haven’t changed. I still think we’re incompatible otherwise. But last night in the bedroom, she became someone else. Someone who knows exactly how I like to fuck.
I don’t know yet if this is a problem. What I know is that if she woke up and asked me to fuck her again, I’d do it.
I’d do it without thinking about it.
Maybe this can work. All things considered, it’s still just sex. If we can keep it that way, maybe this whole thing won’t be all that bad.
I finish showering and get dressed while she sleeps soundly in my bed. I find myself staring at her a couple of times, her red hair undone and splayed across the pillows, her naked body half covered with the comforter, one leg sticking out, her breasts out and cooling under the air conditioner.
Fuck work. One more round won’t hurt.
The thought enters my mind like it’s a foreign voice. I ignore it and walk out of the room. I need to get back to my life.