Chapter 33
CHAPTER
THIRTY-THREE
ALEX
It took every ounce of restraint I had to walk away from her. I didn’t want to, and I knew from the look in her eyes she didn’t want me to.
So why was I hurting us both and walking away?
Because I wanted to make sure she was ready. Not tipsy on champagne, but fully with me, in the moment. Able to give me her full consent, knowing she wouldn’t regret it in the morning. But damn, it was hard to leave her looking so needy and sexy.
Once I’d reached my bedroom suite, I locked the door and stalked straight to my bathroom and turned on the shower.
I stripped my clothes off, throwing them into my laundry basket until I was standing there completely naked.
Then I stepped into the shower and put my head under the hot water, letting it cascade over me as I closed my eyes.
Fuck, I wanted her. I wanted to do so many dirty things to her. Give her so much pleasure that she couldn’t handle it. Imprint myself into her soul so she’d never want to leave me.
I pressed one hand against the tiles in the shower as I took my hard, throbbing cock into my other hand and started to pump slowly.
Sparks and tingles tantalised my spine as I fantasised about her being on my bed, spread out for me, legs open.
I hung my head, my cock pulsing as I stroked a little faster at the thought of crawling up the bed, like a wild animal ready to devour her.
My breaths became shallow and erratic when I pictured how I’d tease her with my tongue, swirling it around her clit, pushing into her tight pussy before I’d use my whole mouth to suck and taste her.
Fuck, she’d taste so good. My balls tightened and I rocked my hips into my hand as I imagined teasing her clit relentlessly until she orgasmed in my mouth, but I wouldn’t stop.
I’d keep going, licking and sucking until she came again and again and again.
I wouldn’t stop till her legs were shaking and her voice was raw from screaming my name.
I moaned as I envisioned lifting her legs, putting them on my shoulders as I thrust my cock into her, losing my shit at how tight she was, how perfect she felt.
Her wet pussy would squeeze my cock, milking me as I thrust over and over.
The fucking headboard would be banging on the wall as I slammed into her, and I’d watch her face as she climaxed.
I’d feel her walls clench, spasming, gripping me tightly, and I’d watch my cock as it sank into her gorgeous pussy.
I’d make her tell me who her pussy belonged to...
me. I’d fuck her hard until the sun came up. I wouldn’t be able to stop.
I felt the delicious sparks of my orgasm building as images of her on her knees, choking on my cock filled my head.
Looking up at me with tears in her eyes as she took every goddamn inch down her throat.
Then I thought about pushing her face first onto the bed and fucking her from behind as I teased her tight little asshole.
Fuck, I’d pull out of her pussy and slide into her ass, too, making her scream and...
I started to come. Hot spurts spilling into the shower as my fantasies made me lose control.
I swear I uttered her name as I lost myself in the ecstasy I’d created in my mind.
It wasn’t enough to fully sate me, but it would help ease some of the tension.
But I didn’t know how much longer I could hold back.
And I knew, the minute she gave me the green light, I would never let her go.