“Alex…” I breathe his name, half-plea, half-prayer, my voice breaking around it.
A low chuckle rumbles from him, his eyes glinting with that dangerous tease.
“I know what you want, princess.” He moves his hips again, slow and deliberate, and the friction rips a whimper from my throat. “I know.”
One hand leaves my body, reaching across the nightstand. I hear the soft pop of the lube cap. His mouth crushes againstmine again as his hand slides between my thighs, and when his lubed fingers find my hole, a rush of relief escapes me in a shaky breath.
He circles the rim of my entrance lazily, almost idly, teasing me until my lungs ache and impatience spills out of me in a moan against his mouth. I bite his bottom lip in frustration, desperate for more.
He smiles against my mouth. “So impatient,” he tuts.
Then his fingers push inside—slow at first, just enough for my eyes to roll back and my breath to stutter.
“Be a good boy for me now,” he murmurs, low and dangerous, and that’s all the warning I get before his fingers drive deeper, harder. A broken moan rips out of me, my back arching into his hold. He doesn’t give me time to adjust… It’s not like I need it anyway. My body always opens for him instinctively, greedily, like it’s always waiting for his touch, ready for him however he wants me.
His pace is rough, unrelenting, like he’s finally dropped the pretense of control. My thighs tremble, my body jerks with each deep thrust of his finger, and a gasp bursts from me only to be swallowed by his hungry kiss. His free hand pins my hip down, locking me in place so I have no choice but to take every push, curl, and drag of his fingers as they work me open. Pleasure floods my spine, coils hot and heavy in my belly, burns down to the very center of me. It’s so much—too much—that tears prick at the corners of my eyes, my breath breaking apart into moans I can’t hold back.
When he slides in a second finger, my toes curl tight. I claw at his back, my nails dragging hard enough to leave scars, but Alex only groans into my mouth, his tongue claiming me with the same relentless pace his fingers claim my body. Two fingers stretch me mercilessly, fucking me open with slick, obscene precision, and every thrust makes my pulse hammer.
His hand leaves my hip and slides up to the back of my neck, gripping it firmly, holding me exactly where he wants me. My body moves with his rhythm, chasing the burn, craving the stretch, because it’s too good. Too much. And I love it—fuck, I love it so much I never want it to end.
“Mmh… you’re doing so good for me, beautiful,” he rasps, his mouth dragging along my jaw and down my neck, his voice sinking into me like heat. “You think you’ll be this good for me when my cock is deep inside you?”
“Yes,” I pant, head tipping back as his fingers curl against that devastating sweet spot inside me. My vision blurs. “Yes. Please, Alex, I need you.”
“Fuck, I need you too, baby,” Alex growls, his voice rough with heat and hunger. “I need to be inside you so fucking bad.”
The words are a half-moan, half-growl, then his fingers are gone. My body clenches around nothing, the loss almost painful, but before I can even process it in my daze, I hear the slick snap of lube, the wet slide of his hand over his thick length—fast, desperate, as if he’s barely holding on. He gestures for me to lift my hips, then he places a pillow right below my lower back, making my butt lift a little from the bed. He kneels between my thighs, his gaze hot and consuming.
“Open your legs wider for me, baby.” His command is low, dangerous, and I obey instantly, all traces of shyness burned away, replaced by pure, raw need for this man. My legs open wider, my chest rising and falling like I’ve been running.
“You’re gonna take me right now,” he says, and the way he says it, like it’s already decided, makes my pulse race. “All of me, you hear me?”
That’s all the warning I get before he pushes inside me thick, hot, unyielding. Splitting me open in one deep, claiming thrust that rips the air from my lungs. He’s so big and thick, I don’t know how my body manages to take him every single time.
“There we go,” he murmurs, voice vibrating with satisfaction and need as my body stretches around him. “That’s my good boy.”
The praise tears a shiver through me, my chest tightening as he starts to move. No slow adjustment, no mercy, just him pulling back just enough before slamming back in harder, faster, his hands locked on my waist like he owns me. Each ruthless thrust drags a sound from my throat I can’t control, my voice breaking into moans that feel raw and desperate.
His eyes never leave mine, watching me unravel under him. Then he shifts, rolling his hips, and his cock brushes that spot inside me that makes my vision go white, almost blinding as intense pleasure zaps through me, making my cock jerk and spurts out so much precum I’m surprised that it’s not a full-on ejaculation. My hand flies to my mouth, instinctively trying to smother the guttural sound that threatens to tear out of me.
His gaze darkens, his jaw flexes, then he tilts his head. The rhythm of his thrust turns punishing, and his voice is pure command.
“You know I don’t like that,” he says, every word punctuated by a deeper thrust. “Take your hand off your mouth, Lucas.”
When I hesitate, his thrusts grow deeper and fiercer until I swear I feel my insides rearranging around him.
“I said move your hand,” he growls, every word vibrating against my skin. “I want to hear you loud, Lucas. The louder you get, the harder I go, I know you like it hard.”
My hand drops instantly, and the sound that rips from my throat is shameless, raw.
“Mmm, that’s it,” he grits out, hips rolling as he pounds into me harder. “Let it out, baby.” his gaze pins mine, hot and unrelenting. “Watch me. I need you to see exactly who’s making you feel this good.”
He thrusts, sharp and claiming.
“I’m the only one who gets to have you.”
Another thrust, harder.
