Page 9 of The Pakhans’ Curvy Prize

Floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the city, the lights twinkling like stars. The space is modern and sleek, all clean lines and expensive furniture. It's the complete opposite of my cozy cabin, a display of power and wealth that takes my breath away.

"Drink?" he offers, moving to a bar in the corner.

"No, thank you." I'm already feeling lightheaded from his presence. I don't need alcohol clouding my judgment.

He nods, setting down the glass he'd picked up. Then he crosses the space between us in three long strides, and suddenly he's right there, his hand cupping my jaw and tilting my face up to his.

His kiss is different from Russ's. He takes my mouth like he owns it, his tongue sliding against mine skillfully.

His hands move to my waist, then lower, cupping my ass and pulling me flush against him. I can feel the hard length of him pressing against my stomach, and heat floods through me.

I don't even know how we end up on the couch.

One minute he's kissing me, and the next I'm on my back looking up at him.

Our eyes meet and hold for a hot second and then suddenly he's covering me, and I love the feeling of being surrounded by him, dominated by his presence.

"This dress," he murmurs against my neck, his hands finding the zipper. "It's been driving me crazy since you walked into the club."

He strips it off me efficiently, along with my bra and panties, until I'm completely naked beneath him.

His gaze travels over my body with the same deliberate assessment he gave me earlier, and I fight the urge to cover myself.

He stands and removes his own clothes with quick, economical movements.

When he's naked, I can see I was right about his body. He's lean but powerfully built, every muscle defined.

There are scars scattered across his torso, but they only add to his appeal.

His cock is hard and thick, and my mouth goes dry at the sight.

He kneels between my thighs, his hands gripping my hips. "I'm going to make you come on my tongue first," he says, his voice rough with desire. "Then I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name. Understood?"

I nod, unable to form words, and he smiles. It's a predator's smile, all teeth and promise.

His mouth on me is devastating. He knows exactly what he's doing, exactly where to lick and suck and tease.

His tongue circles my clit with maddening precision, then dips inside me, tasting and exploring.

When he adds his fingers, curling them to hit that spot inside me that makes me see stars, I come apart with a cry that echoes through the condo.

When he enters me in one smooth thrust, I gasp at the fullness, the stretch. He's big, filling me completely, and he holds still for a moment, letting me adjust.

He starts to move, and it's nothing like it was with Russ. Each thrust is controlled, angled perfectly to hit that spot inside me that makes pleasure spike through my body.

He watches my face as he moves inside me, studying my reactions and adjusting his movements based on what makes me moan.

"That's it," he says when I arch beneath him. "Take it. Take all of it."

His hand slides between us, his thumb finding my clit, and the combination is too much. I come with a scream, my body clenching around him, and he follows seconds later with a guttural groan.

We stay like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard. When he finally pulls out, I feel boneless, completely satisfied.

"Bathroom's down the hall," he says, helping me sit up. "Take your time."

I clean up and get dressed, my body still humming with pleasure. When I emerge, Alex is already dressed, looking as composed as if we didn’t just havee mind-blowing sex on his couch.

"I'll walk you down," he says, and I don't argue.