“Yes…I like it,” I pant, voice shaking. “Alex…I like it, I love it…I—”
“I know, baby,” he groans, voice wrecked. “I feel it. Every time you squeeze around me… fuck, Lucas. You were made for me.”
His thrusts grow deeper, steadier, dragging my body toward the edge with every punishing stroke. The room is filled with the sounds of skin, gasps, and low curses—his voice wrecked with hunger, mine stripped bare with need.
But it’s not just the rhythm. It’s the way he looks at me. Like I’m something divine unraveling beneath him.
More Pleasure spikes through me, hard and fast, building like a wave crashing against the inside of my skin. My legs tremble violently on his shoulders, muscles twitching uncontrollably.
Alex doesn’t stop.
“That’s it,” he breathes, his eyes locked on me, watching every tremor, every gasp. Like he’s etching the image into his memory. “Look at you shaking for me… fuck, Lucas.”
He thrusts in faster, making my whole world go white, deeper, rougher now, his control slipping as my body pulses around him. I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t do anything but feel and take everything he’s giving me.
“Alex, ” I sob, voice cracking, eyes wide and wet. “I’m gonna…”
“You’ve been so good,” he groans, voice ragged and low, hips pressing harder. “So fucking beautiful like this… all open for me. You don’t even know what you’re doing to me, Lucas…”
Then he leans down, folding me in half, his forehead pressed against mine, sweat-slicked skin brushing. His arms cage me in completely, and I cling to him—desperate, wrecked.
Every thrust now is merciless and perfect, like he knows exactly where I’m breaking and wants to fuck the pieces as they fall.
“Yes,” I gasp, my voice shaking with every breath. “Alex… you feel so good—I can’t—”
“Fuck,” he grunts, his voice tight with hunger. “You’re gonna come for me like this? Untouched?”
“Yes, yes, ” I moan, hips trying to rise to meet every relentless thrust of his. “Please, Alex…”
“Come for me,” he commands, voice a low growl against my lips as he rolls his hips again and thrusts my prostate in perfect rhythm. “Let me see you fall apart.”
And I do.
“Fuck…fuck…” The words punches from my chest as my entire body seizes. My back bows sharply off the bed, nails digging into his back, eyes rolling back.
Pleasure tears through me, blinding and raw and too much. My untouched cock jerks violently between us as thick ropes of cum spurts across my stomach and over his chest, soaking our skin.
It’s too intense, I can’t hold it in—I can’t stop it.
I sob his name over and over, each sound raw and wrecked as he fucks me through my orgasm. My body trembles beneath him, overstimulated and wide open, but still clinging to every inch of him like I need him, because I do.
My walls don’t stop clenching around his cock that is still hard and thick inside me, making my back arch as another wave of pleasure trembles through me.
“Fuck, baby,” Alex groans, voice breaking apart, tight and low like he’s holding on by a thread. His grip on me is tight, like he’s afraid he’ll fall apart if he lets go. “You want me to come inside you, krasivy?”
I can’t even speak, can’t find the words. All I can do is nod, fast and desperate, eyes fluttering, I whimper under him, hips twitching from oversensitivity, but I want it. I want him.
“You feel so good,” he growls, and his breath stutters against my skin.
He buries his face in the curve of my neck, and then he stills, body locking up tight.
And I feel it, the deep jerk of his hips, once, twice, the thick heat of his release flooding deep inside me. The warmth spreads fast, and something inside me clenches hard around him, as if my body doesn’t want to let him go. As if it can’t.
“Fuck, Lucas—” he gasps, voice trembling, wrecked. “You feel so perfect.”
My hands clutch at his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer as my chest swells, it’s so full it aches. My heart is thudding so loudly I think he might hear it.
And even as the aftershocks shake through me, even as my body trembles from the intensity, my mind spirals.
