“Alek, I-I’m not patient,” her voice rasped, her eyes nearly closed. Her right hand grabbed his hair and twisted it in a fist. Not hard, but enough to be a warning. “Can you—fuck. I want your dick,” she demanded, lifting her head glaring at him. “Let’s do soft later.”
Alek smirked.
Lanias hand slipped from his hair as he rose up. He placed his hands on her knees. “Are you sure you can take it rough?”
“I can take anything you throw at me,” she said, with a cocky quirk of the brow. Her cheeks flushed, and her lips swollen. “I want it all.”
He placed one hand on her hip, and one behind her head and turned them around so that she sat in his lap, and once more he took her lips hungrily. She moaned as he reached under her skirt only to frown against her lips. He drew back, glancing down. “Lanais?”
She smirked, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “I may have burned your pants along with my underwear.”
Meeting her mischievous, cat-like expression, his eyes widened before he grinned. “God, I love you.”
She released a gasp before he took her lips again. They pressed together chest to chest, seemingly to battle for dominance. Lanias lifted her hips slightly with his help. He held his dick, more than ready to enter her.
Lanias almost muttered a prayer when she finally felt him press against her entrance. As he entered, she wrestled with herself to keep from taking control back from him. She wanted him to fill her right now with every fucking inch of himself. But Alek was apparently a psychotic sweetie because he only entered inch by inch, slowly. Her eyes rolled as her head dropped back. She widened her thighs and barely refrained from slapping his hand from her waist to quickly seat herself on his dick.
His tongue moved with the expertise of a predatory cat against her skin, not helping her keep a cool mind. Though she wondered what fucking cool she was keeping. Her pussy was being filled with a delicious king size dick, her body was being worshiped, and her mind was focused on one thing.
Riding till she couldn’t feel her toes.
She could feel the slick slide of her juices on her inner thighs; she pursed her lips for anticipated kisses; had she orgasmedon his entry. Breathing through her noise, she straightened her head and pressed her head against his. “I’m moving.”
He hummed, his attention seeming to be on her throat and chest. She’d noticed he enjoyed the center of her chest the most. His hands lifted and cupped her breasts as he flicked and massaged them.
Lifting her hips, she moved up; but that simple movement had her squeezing her eyes closed. Had she ever experienced something so good before? The fit was complete, full and perfect, the experience of riding Alek’s dick was like finding the perfect flavor ice cream. She licked her lips unconsciously. Lowering herself, she gritted her teeth.
Up-shit.
Down-shit.
Soon she had a rhythm, the grind hitting her in all the right spots.
Had sex always been so fucking good?
She was pleasuring herself with him.
Lanias opened her eyes, even though it was difficult. To find Alek watching her. His jaw tense, he was letting her be in control. Even though she could see the edge in his popped tendons from where he held her hips. Allowing her to dictate the speed.
“Alek,” she moaned, stilling. She dropped her head.
“What, love?”
She leaned forward. “Fuck me.”
She was on her back before she could blink, her right leg was on his shoulder. He grinned down at her. “You don’t have to ask twice.”
He thrusted once, and she choked.
The second time, she felt the world move.
Her breast jumped, and soon the bed was fucking moving. His movements were deep, hard and filling. She reached backand pressed her flat hand against the headboard. The speed with which he fucked her had her head spinning. He sucked and kissed on her ankle; she felt the flash of pain as his teeth found the back of her calf.
Reaching down, she placed a hand over his. But he only dropped her leg and leaned forward placing a hand on either side of her head. “Wrap your legs around my hips love.”
She did it immediately, feeling him go deeper. “Shit, I can feel you in my throat.”’
He kissed her mouth. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
