He’s licking and sucking without a care in the world, and the pleasure is intense.I never knew I could be this sensitive.I never knew this could feel so good.I’m whimpering, writhing on the bed.Desperate, I roll my hips against his mouth, needing more.
“Alexander,” I beg, my breathing ragged, my hips lifting off the bed.“Please.”
He pulls back just enough to speak, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh.“Tell me what you want.”
“What?”My brain is foggy with pleasure, barely able to think.
His fingers replace his mouth, sliding inside me with a confidence that makes my back arch.“Tell me, Olivia.Tell me what you want me to do.Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?Do you want my cock inside me?”
“I—” His fingers curl inside me, and I cry out brokenly, my mind hazy.“Your cock.Please.I want?—”
“You beg so prettily.”His mouth returns, and the combination of his tongue and his fingers pushes me over the edge.I come apart with a cry, my body trembling, his name on my lips.
But he doesn’t stop.He continues his ministrations, drawing out my pleasure until I’m boneless and gasping.Then he’s moving back up my body, pressing kisses to each mark he left on my skin.
“Roll over,” he murmurs against my ear, his teeth catching my earlobe gently before releasing it, his voice rough with barely controlled desire.
I obey on shaky limbs, turning onto my stomach.I hear the sound of his zipper, feel the bed dip as he positions himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips and pulling them up slightly.
His hands tighten on my hips, and then he leans over me, his chest against my back.When he pushes inside me, my lips tremble.He’s so thick, forcing me to feel every inch of his cock as he feeds it to me.My head falls forward, but his fingers wind in my hair, and he bunches it up before yanking my head back.His lips are against my ear.“Tell me who’s inside you, Olivia.Say my name.”
“Alexander,” I whisper.
“Louder.”
“Alexander,” I sob out.I’m dripping on the bed now.I need him to move.I need him.
“Good girl.”His whisper is rough, and it does something to me when he says it like that.I immediately tighten around his cock, and he laughs, strained and low.“You like hearing that, do you?”
I can’t answer.I’m too busy panting and writhing as he pulls out slightly.
“I want an answer, Olivia.”He bites down on my earlobe, and I let out a stuttering gasp.
“Yes!”
He slams back into me, and I claw at the sheets.He’s so thick that I’m full to the brim.I groan when his hand tightens in my hair, his mouth on my neck.His teeth graze my skin as he pulls out again.He’s taking his sweet time while I go crazy here.
Desperate, I squeeze my pussy muscles around his cock.He pulls my hair back, and I know it’s payback.“Olivia.You’re not in charge here, darling.Behave.”
I meet his gaze over my shoulder and glare at him.“If you want to fuck me, don’t be a slowpoke about it.Otherwise…”
“Otherwise, what?”His eyes turn dark, his voice low.“What will you do?Will you use your fingers on yourself to come?Will you make me watch?Should we do that?”
He begins to pull out, and I cry out, defeated, “No!No, I’m sorry!”
His lips press against my jaw, and my eyes flutter shut.“Ask me nicely.”
When I don’t respond immediately, he pulls out a little more.
“You’re a bully in bed,” I gasp.He laughs now, and the sound undoes me.“Alexander…” I plead.
“What was that?”He sounds patient.
“Can you please fuck me?”My voice shakes, and for a moment he says nothing, and then he shoves my head down into the comforter, my cheek against the soft fabric as he drives the rest of his cock into me.Over and over again.
“You’re so wet,” he groans.“So perfect.”
His praise makes me tighten around him, and he makes a strangled sound, and then he releases his grip on my head, and he’s yanking my hips in the air, going so much deeper, hitting spots I didn’t know were possible.His hands come down on either side of me, and he slides one to touch my clit, pinching it.
