I grabbed her hips and spun her around, pressing her front against the wall. She gasped—surprised, aroused—and arched her back, pushing her ass against me.
I hiked her white dress up over her hips. No resistance. She helped me, lifting the fabric, exposing smooth brown skin and white lace panties that were already damp.
I hooked my fingers in the waistband and pulled them down to her thighs.
“Amai—” Her voice was breathless, needy.
I didn’t wait.
I freed myself from my pants, positioned myself behind her, and pushed inside in one hard thrust.
She cried out—loud enough that I covered her mouth with my hand.
“Quiet,” I growled against her ear.
She nodded, her breath hot and fast against my palm.
I pulled back and thrust again. Harder this time. Her body took me perfectly—tight, wet, gripping me like she’d been made for this.
She moaned into my hand.
I fucked her against that wall like I was trying to erase something. Like I was trying to prove something. Like I was trying to burn out the image of Truth’s face when she’d signed that contract and looked at me like I would save her from all the bullshit she was drowning in.
Alexis pushed back against me, meeting every thrust, her nails scraping against the wall, her body trembling.
I moved my hand from her mouth to her throat—not squeezing, just holding, just reminding her who was in control.
“Yes,” she gasped. “God, yes?—”
I tightened my grip slightly.
She whimpered.
Her pussy clenched around me, and I knew she was close.
I reached around with my free hand, found her clit, and rubbed in tight circles while I kept driving into her.
“Amai—I’m?—”
“Come,” I ordered.
She shattered.
Her whole body went rigid, her mouth falling open in a silent scream, her walls pulsing around me so hard I almost lost it right there.
But I held on.
Kept fucking her through it, kept my hand on her throat, kept my rhythm steady and brutal until she was shaking and gasping and begging me to stop, to keep going, to never stop.
Only then did I let myself go.
I buried myself deep and came hard, my vision whiting out, my grip on her throat loosening as the orgasm ripped through me.
For a moment, we just stood there.
Her forehead pressed against the wall. My forehead pressed against the back of her neck. Both of us breathing like we’d run a marathon.
Slowly, I pulled out.
