“Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are, Andrea?” he rasps. I don’t answer, but I feel his words everywhere. I don’t think anyone has ever found me “fucking beautiful” before him. But it was definitely worth the wait.
With his index under my chin, he makes me tilt my head up and follows my lower lip with the pad of his thumb. “Show me that bottomless throat of yours,” he orders.
I open my mouth wide for him, flattening my tongue out to comply.
Something twitches in his jaw as two of his fingers slip into my mouth. A shiver runs through me when they reach far down my throat, ending straight between my legs. When he adds a third finger before thrusting them in and out, pressing on the back of my tongue, I can’t hold back a helpless moan. Fuck, I love dominant Lex so much…
My eyes water with tears when his fingers make me gag, but I never let go of his intense gaze. “So, you do have a gag reflex,” he says with a ghost of a smile. “I just had to go looking for it.”
His fingers slip out of me, drenched with spit, and he grabs my jaw. “Do you want my cock in there, Andrea?” he asks, his voice almost sweet. I nod, pressing my thighs together to muffle my desire for him. “Will you take it all the way?” I nod again. “Of course you will, you insatiable woman.”
He lets go of me, unwraps his towel, and throws it on a chair to the side. I admire his resting dick, nibbling on my lower lip. It’s rare to see it so limp, but I guess I wore him out tonight. “Let’s see if you can make me come a sixth time,” he challenges.
I don’t waste a second, leaning forward to comply and take his soft dick in my mouth. It’s so easy when he’s this size that I wish it would happen more often. I twirl my tongue, hollow my cheeks, press my lips tightly around him… anything to get him hard and ready.
It takes a couple of minutes, but his erection finally reaches its full glory. I look up to meet his intense gaze and take him all the way downonce, twice, and he keeps me right there the third time, fucking my throat with short, hurried thrusts. But it only lasts a moment as he releases me with a “Sorry. I’m so sorry, I got carried away.”
What does it say about me if I liked it? Fuck, my clit is actually still pulsing from the imperious gesture. IwantLex to use me like this, to take what he needs and thrust between my lips like the greedy and dominant man he is. I look up at him as I pump his cock with my hand, his smooth skin glistening with my spit.
“Lex, I—Do you want to fuck my throat?” I offer, my eyes just as full of lust as his.
He considers it for a few seconds. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. But I’ll tap on your thigh if you do,” I suggest as a compromise.
Still, he hesitates at the thought of doing me any harm. So I wrap my lips around him again and take him deep, showing him just how much I want this. He must believe me because he gives in with a groan, framing my head with two firm hands. His cock moves a little further in, and he pauses, giving me time to prepare. It only takes a small nod from me to trigger his onslaught. Holding me in place, he shoves his whole cock into me until the trimmed hair at the base reaches my stretched lips. Then he pulls out, barely, and rams inside again.
With grunts and moans, he takes what I so shamelessly offered, using me for his own pleasure. He’s so thick and long that it irritates my throat, drawing tears to my eyes. But I don’t stop him because he deserves this. He fucking deserves everything. Every effort, every tear, every whimper… That’s why I take it like a good girl, with his moans and whimpers filling my ears, as well as the gurgling noises I can’t help but make.
It’s only when my head spins too hard from the lack of oxygen that I gently tap on his thigh. He pulls out completely, a trail of spit linking my lips to his swollen head. I fill my lungs five times and then nod, ready to go again.
He doesn’t need to be told twice, and his dick spears its way to the back of my throat. Each time he swears under his breath, my clit aches for attention. So I put a hand there and flick it under my fingers to find relief. The simple contact makes me moan around him, which makes him grunt in return.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls, his rhythm intense, almost bruising. “On your knees before me, my cock fucking your gorgeous mouth while you touch yourself.” He pauses his words and slows his thrusts, his cock pulled back enough for me to breathe through my nose. With tender gestures, he wipes away the tears wetting my cheeks down to my chin. “You have no idea how much you mean to me. I’llnever,everwant another woman like I want you. I’ll never crave anyone like I crave you, need anything like I need you, desire someone like I desire you. You fuckingownme, Andrea.”
His words make me cry out, my fingers between my legs intensifying. I’m so close. So. Fucking. Close.
Holding a fistful of my hair, he pulls out all the way but keeps my mouth close to him. “Spit on it,” he demands.
I obey and spit out the drooly mess in my mouth right on his glistening head. Some drips to the floor, but he doesn’t seem to care, pulling me to my feet with a firm hold. In a fluid motion, he removes the T-shirt from my body and turns me around, making me face the stunning view of the rising sun. I understand what he wants when he pushes between my shoulder blades.Jesus fucking Christ…
My hands reach for the cold glass as I bend over, arching my back. Imperiously dominant, he kicks the inside of my feet, making me spread my legs. The wet tip of him meets my damp folds, and his warm breath caresses the shell of my ear.
“When you’re begging me to stop, remember you did this to yourself, my obstinate dork.”
“Slow,” I whimper when he thrusts into my beaten pussy.
And he complies, gently pushing inside me until his hips meet my ass. Then he begins a languid motion—not fast, but hard and deep, which is maddeningly good. I cry, moan, and beg as he fucks me with the awaking city lying at my feet. There are people down there, and probably in the building across. Can anyone see us? Can they see me getting fucked like this?
I think I want that. I want someone to see how lucky I am, how fantastic my sex life is, and how devoted Lex is to my needs and pleasure. I’m his, and I want the world to see it, to know it.
Behind me, his rhythm picks up, the slapping noise of his hips against my ass delectably raw and primal. His balls bounce off my clit with each harsh punch, and my orgasm gets closer and closer. My whole body is taut, raised on my toes, so he has a better angle and access. Because I can never get enough of him, my hands push back, my panting breath fogging up the glass. Fuck, I can feel how wet I am, sensing it drip between my thighs.
The fact that this man fucking me without any tenderness or mercy is the same one who was lovingly bathing me fifteen minutes ago makes my head spin. The emotional whiplash is mind-blowing.
Lex pulls on my shoulder to lift my heaving chest and steps forward to plaster me onto the glass. My nipples harden at the cold contact, sending conflicted shivers through me, my senses running wild with the overload of sensations.
“Do you think someone is watching?” he grunts into my ear, his hips still brutally colliding with my ass. I answer with a whimpering moan. So, he’s thinking about it, too. About someone maybe witnessing this. One of his hands leaves my hip to glide forward so he can rub my clit with a careful fingertip.
