Chapter Nine #3
Dazed, I made a pitiful show of shoving her, desperate for touch as I regained awareness of my surroundings. I was in bed with this hot mess of a woman, and I was about to get so fucked.
The top sheets were some sort of silky fabric, doomed for ruin by our sexcapades. But literally, who gave a shit, because as Alex lay back against the satin pillowcases, I already had her straddled, already gripped the dildo and led it to my entrance.
And oh, the pained relief I felt as I sank down, my body sore from a sex-filled afternoon.
But I craved it all—her eyes, her touch, her scent, her stupid smug grin—and bounced exactly as instructed, the pressure of the cock paling to the magnitude of Alex’s gaze.
I flipped my hair back, daring to be the sex goddess Alex so plainly adored as she ogled my bare chest, as her hands came around and squeezed my firm ass.
I felt free; I felt brave, emboldened by her touch, her attention, her lust.
“Fuck, look at you,” Alex said, something animalistic in her hum, so nearly a growl.
“Oh, please look at me, Alex,” I said, and though my thighs burned, stopping was not an option. Each thrust was pure pleasure, pure carnal delight. “It’s all for you. I’m all for you.”
I groaned as her touch shifted, one hand caressing between my legs. I cried out as she brushed against my clit, uncaring that I was a mess of unintelligible cries. Alex was here; she was perfect, and I was perfectly held in her arms.
I gasped when she suddenly sat up and guided one of my tits to her mouth, her tongue teasing the nipple before she surged up and stole my lips instead.
She gripped my hips and kept my body moving.
The rush of her body pressing against mine, the intrusion of her tongue, the heat welling with each thrust of her cock—it was all too much, the pressure against my clit threatening to surmount.
I gasped. “A-Alex—”
“Shh….” She pulled back enough to place a finger on my lips, each breath uneven despite feigning stoicism. “Get on your stomach. Ass in the air.”
Trembling, I obeyed, all but falling back when she released me. I whined when the silicone abandoned my cunt, but I managed to twist around, face pressed against the sheets as Alex gripped my hips. I sighed as she pushed back inside, the angle tighter, fuller, then slowly pulled out. “Oh…!”
I cried out when she slammed back in, the force leaving me shaking—but, of course, Alex wouldn’t let me fall. “Oh, hell yes,” she growled. “God, your ass is hot. Almost as hot as those tits.”
“Uh huh,” I managed, crying out with each thrust, deeper and deeper into my cunt.
“This is what I meant.” Alex suddenly slapped my ass, the shock nearly shoving me into orgasm. “Your body is mine, Princess. I love teaching brats like you a lesson.”
She was simply perfect. “Please teach me a lesson, Alex,” I begged. “Spank me again.”
She complied. I barely felt it, crying as she pushed me over the edge. “Fuck, Alex!”
Thank God I was already against the bed; I trembled as orgasm surged through me, each thrust pushing me further and further across the brink, my vision swimming all the while. I gripped the bedsheets, unprepared for this ride but craving it—oh God, did I crave it—!
Climax ended with a jolt, but then I realized Alex was finishing inside me, her erratic thrusting and cries a glorious giveaway. “Please use me,” I whined, gratified when I felt her final shudder.
She slumped, though remained on her knees, her strap-on still deep inside me. “Damn,” she whispered.
As I blinked, I realized my face was pressed into a pool of tears and spit. I rose to my elbows, managing a cheeky thrust back before falling forward, collapsing fully onto the sheets. “Damn, indeed,” I said.
Through misty vision, I watched her remove the cock from the strap and set it on the bedside table, shaking as she then crawled toward me. She pulled me into her arms, our heavy breaths falling in sync. “Was that okay?”
“Alex, I don’t know if I’ve ever had better.” I hummed as I relaxed my head against her chest, too weak to even rise and kiss her.
“I probably should have cleared the spanking before—”
“Oh, whatever,” I said, my chuckle taking much more energy than it should have. “I said ‘dirty and degrading’, and I meant it.”
She held me in silence for who the hell knew how long. I might’ve even dozed off, cocooned in a serene and perfect embrace.
But soon, I felt soft kisses in my hair, sweet caresses against my back. “I think you requested a little something more,” Alex whispered, a promise in her fervent tone. “Lie back. I’ll take care of you.”
Goddammit, she never failed to make me swoon. I let her direct me to the pillows, setting up a perfect throne for her princess before placing gentle kisses upon my thighs. A mere breath from my messy, wet vulva, she peeked up with a lurid grin. “All night, remember?”
She buried her head between my thighs, worship in the words she spelled with her tongue, and so my cries began anew.
It would be a long and blessed night, indeed.