I gasp, spine arching. The ache is still there, but it’s no longer sharp. No longer jarring. It rolls over into something deeper, heavier, like I’m being reshaped around him, claimed from the inside out.
Alex is watching me like he’s studying all my reactions.
I breathe out shakily, my gaze never leaving his.
“You can keep going…” I swallow “please”
His eyes darken, and he grips my waist tightly
“fuck, baby…” he murmurs. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
Then he begins to move, slow and steady, each thrust careful, calculated, like he’s learning me one stroke at a time. And with every motion, my body opens more. The sting melts into a burn, and the burn into something deeper, hotter.
His rhythm is patient, careful, but I can feel the tremble in his arms, the way his breath stutters every time he sinks deeper. He’s holding back a tidal wave inside him. And still, his voice stays low, coaxing.
“You feel like heaven,” he groans. “So tight. So fucking warm around me.”
A sound escapes me—half moan, half sob—as my body begins to adjust to the rhythm. Every thrust stirs something low in my stomach, sparks fanning into flame. I clutch at his back, my nails dragging across his skin, needing him closer.
He shifts, just slightly, and then rolls his hips with slow precision.
The motion drags him deeper, and suddenly, he hits my prostate, making my whole body seize.
“Ah—” I gasp, loud and raw, arching up as hot pleasure floods through me in one uncontrollable wave. My toes curl, my spine lifts, and I can barely breathe through it. He thrust into it again, and I see fucking stars.
His eyes flash, his control slipping just a little at the sound of my voice breaking like that. Then he kisses me like he needs to taste every sound I make.
Before I can catch my breath, he’s sitting up. My legs are unwrapped from his waist, only for him to take them up and settle them over his broad shoulders. His hands are everywhere,one arm wrapped securely around my upper thigh, the other gripping my hips with the kind of strength that pins me in place.
Then he pulls me closer, his cock still deep inside me, and I moan helplessly at the sheer intensity of it, the stretch, the angle, him.
“You’re going to lie there,” He says, voice thick and rough, “and take every inch I give you.”
His words hit something deep inside me, a place no one’s ever touched, not just physically, but emotionally. I can feel myself unraveling under them.
“You can do that for me, yeah?” he adds, kissing the skin of my leg resting on his shoulder.
“Yes,” I breathe out, wrecked. “Please… please.”
“Good boy,” he growls, then his grip tightens on my hips and he moves.
The thrust is deep. Sharp. Devastating.
“Yes—oh, fuck!” I blurt out before I can think, voice trembling. “Alex, there, right there”
The new angle has him hitting that spot inside me with ruthless precision, over and over, until all I can do is moan, high and broken, as my body clenches around him, pleasure exploding outward in waves that make my vision blur.
“Alex—” I gasp, choking on his name as it leaves my lips over and over like a prayer. My dick is hard, flushed, and untouched, leaking precum with every deep stroke he gives me.
My fingers claw at the sheets, trying to anchor myself as he pounds into me, perfectly measured, completely consuming. Each thrust lands with purpose, with heat, and I swear I can feel how much he wants me in every roll of his hips.
“Eyes on me, Lucas,” he commands hoarsely. “I want you to see who’s making you feel this good.”
My lashes flutter, the pleasure almost too much, but I force my eyes to meet his. What I see nearly undoes me.
His gaze is locked on mine, feral and soft all at once. His body gleams with sweat. His jaw is clenched, holding himself on the edge for me. Every time he drives into me, my mouth falls open, my body offering itself up like it’s his to ruin—because it is. It already is.
“This is what you wanted, right, beautiful?” he asks, voice low with need.
