It’s not a threat. And I don’t take it as one either.
I want it. I want him. And I want him to be as raw with my body as he is with his words. My inhibitions drowned when I came around my own fingers while he watched. My modesty shattered when my climax tore through me as his cum dripped from my cheek. There’s no use in trying to deny myself what I truly want.
Circling my sex, he traces a fingertip around the outline of my pussy, the torn lace teasing my thigh. “Tell me why a virgin would need to be on birth control?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Have you been going through my stuff?”
“You ask that like it’s a trick fucking question.”
“That’s called an invasion of privacy.”
“Something you’re privy to.” Heat sears my cheeks, but my embarrassment dwindles with a single stroke of his finger through my slit before tugging at the hair on my sex. “Dear wife, this has to go. Usually, it’s a fucking dealbreaker for me, but I’ll make an exception today since I really want inside this pussy of yours.”
I suck air between my teeth, my legs trembling beneath me. “We can’t do it here.”
“Why not?” His lips brush along my jaw, and I lean my head to the side to give him more access.
“Someone might walk in.”
“Does that turn you on? The idea of someone walking in and catching us fucking?”
There’s a sharp, electric jolt inside my belly, but I hesitate to answer.
“Would you like that, Leandra?” He slips a finger inside me, the intrusion taking me by surprise. Alexius shuts my mouth and drowns my moan with his lips, his tongue moving to the same rhythm as his finger slips in and out of me. It catapults me to climax so damn fast, but he pulls his finger out of me, and the pleasure fizzles before it can peak.
“Not that fast,” he warns, now dragging his finger along my bottom lip. “Answer me first, and then I’ll give you my finger to come around.”
“I thought you were going to fuck me.” The challenge leaves my mouth before I can complete the thought inside my head.
His dark brows curve. “I am. But I need your pussy drenched before I give you my cock. Now answer my fucking question. Does the idea of someone finding us fucking turn you on?”
The potent smell of my arousal wafts between us, and I take his finger in my mouth, wrapping my lips around it. It’s a daring move, yet it feels so fucking natural.
He hisses between his teeth, and I lock eyes with him—amber crashing into blue as tension mounts with an intoxicating rush. He pushes himself hard against me, rolling his hips and grinding his cock over my waist. The thought of him coming again is more potent than the hunt for my own pleasure.
He slams his palm against the wall above my head, stretching his arm, so his body no longer touches mine. “I sense there’s a temptress in you.” He removes his finger, smearing the wetness down my chin. “I’m going to have so much fun unleashing her.”
“Yes,” I blurt, my answer to his earlier question seemingly falling out of fucking nowhere. “It turns me on thinking that someone might walk in and catch us.” I lift my chin as confidence rolls across my shoulders. “But the idea of them staying to watch us come turns me on more.”
Alexius growls, the echo primal and feral, amplified by the sound of fabric being ripped, his fingers tearing the dress clean down the middle.
My thoughts are chaos, my body liquid, and I’m high on the rush of finally acknowledging this part of me—of giving in to it without reservation.
Alexius palms my breasts then yanks the lace cup down and greedily takes a nipple in his mouth. He’s not gentle, sucking hard and squeezing to a point where pain ricochets through the desire that’s possessed me. I’m drunk on it. High. I’m a fucking mess against the wall with a body that aches all over for a man who has the power to wreck me.
But I want him to.
I want him to ravage me. Ruin me. As long as he loses himself while doing it.
My breaths are warm, wafting across my lips while gasping for air. With every sweep of his tongue along my breast, with every nip of his teeth, he builds the tension threatening to snap me in half.
With a pop, he lets go of my nipple, snaking his arm behind me and up my back. I whimper as his fingers weave through my hair then yank my head back, forcing me to crane my neck. His nostrils flare, his gaze white-hot. “This is the part where I’m supposed to get your consent before I fuck you. Make sure you want it. But here’s the thing…” He leans closer, touching his cheek to mine, and whispers, “You don’t want me to ask. You want me…to take.”
My breath hitches, and he abruptly picks me up, and I’m left with no choice but to wrap my legs around him as he takes us both to the floor. The plush carpet is soft against my ass, and I arch my back, writhing as I stretch my arms out above my head—relishing every single fucking sensation.
“I need you to come first. So here’s the only chance for you to choose what you want. My hand…or my tongue?”
“Jesus,” I whimper.
“You have two seconds to choose, or I will choose for you.”
“Oh, my God.”
“Leandra!”
“Tongue,” I bite out with a sharp inhale, only to have it ripped from my throat when his warm mouth covers my pussy. I cry out, and I’m reaching for his hair, weaving my fingers through it, feeling his head bob as he sucks my clit.
It’s too much. It’s just too fucking much.
His velvet tongue. His heated lips. The feel of his stubble brushing my thighs. It’s a whirlpool of sensations that’s lit, threatening to detonate.
“I’m going to come.” My legs tremble with every flick of his tongue. It’s uncontrollable. Almost fucking painful. But it’s unstoppable, pleasure wrapping its chains around my body, starting at my toes, winding up my legs and into my core until I…Oh, God…
I break.
My mind shatters, and I’m a million pieces of broken glass.
Alexius sucks my pussy, milking me of every last drop of pleasure as I buck my hips and force myself harder against his mouth. I can hear him inhale, smelling me, groaning while tasting me.
I’m still wound up tight when he moves on top of me, and I hear the swoosh of a belt as he pulls it from around his waist. He’s reaching between us, guiding his cock to my entrance, nudging, and I bite my bottom lip when I feel him there. Our eyes meet, and his is a dark maze I’m about to get lost in.
My heart pounds against my ribs, feeling the soft leather of his belt as he drags it up between my breasts, steadying himself on his other arm. “Telling you it’s going to hurt and to take a deep breath before I sink into you is every virgin’s fucking cliché. And you’re not like every other woman with an intact cunt. You’re different.” His cock nudges gently, the tip filling my hole at the same time he slips the leather into my mouth and between my teeth. “Bite down,” he orders, and I do it, fear slithering through the lust. The leather smell is that of dry earth and oak, the texture thick and tough yet smooth against my tongue.
I’m nervous. I’d be lying if I said I’m not. But beneath the layer of caution created by the stories you hear and the movies you watch, I’m hungry for it, too. I want to know what it feels like to have his swollen girth fill me, pound into me, forcing me to climax.
His hand drops to my neck, and his hot, dark gaze follows, watching his fingers tighten around my throat. “I’m not going to take it slow by stretching your pussy inch by inch, little by little. You don’t want it like that. It’s no fucking fun like that,” he murmurs. “Your body doesn’t want gentle. It craves rough. Hard. Brutal. Pain.” He plunges into me with one clear thrust, and pain explodes between my legs. It’s fire everywhere, searing my loins and burning my core. I scream, but the leather muffles the sound, the agony leaving me no choice but to bite down. I claw my nails into the carpet so hard that I’m sure it’ll break, and I can’t stop my thighs from wanting to close.
His fingers bite into my throat. “Don’t you dare push me out of you. Keep still and fucking take it. I’m going to mold your pussy so it fits my cock perfectly. But that’s going to take time and a whole lot of fucking.”
Without warning, he rears back and slams back into me. More pain explodes, and this time his groans join my stifled cries. I crane my neck, tears stinging the corners of my eyes, and I’m sure he’s ripping through my insides.
Again and again, he pounds into me, his thumb pressing into my jaw as his grip tightens, squeezing the air from my lungs little by little. It hurts, and I’m biting down on the leather hard to keep myself from crying aloud. But it feels…good, too. I don’t know how that’s possible, but the more he rocks, the more he pounds into me, my pussy glutted with his cock—the more I like it. The pain and fullness are wreaking havoc and making a mess of me beneath him.
“It’s feeling better already, isn’t it?” I nod, and he eases the belt from my mouth. “Let me hear you moan. I want to feel your pussy pulse around me while you come.”
It still stings, but the pleasure is slowly smothering the pain. My core tightens as he fucks me faster, deeper, my thighs no longer wanting to squeeze shut. Finally, I’m comfortable enough to lift my hips and meet his thrusts, and I gasp for air with his hand squeezing tighter.
“Jesus. Fuck. You’re too tight,” he moans. “I’m going to…fuck!”
He jerks up slightly, leaning to the side without pulling out of me, and reaches between us. My eyes roll closed at the first touch of his fingers against my clit.
“If I come before you do, I swear to God I will force my dick down your throat and keep it there until it’s clean of you.”
“Harder,” I breathe, my body being rocked to ecstasy. “Fuck me harder.”
“Jesus.” He’s leaning his face into my neck, and the soft carpet starts to feel like sand against my ass.
There’s a gentle gasp from his lips onto my skin when I reach up and tug at his hair, pulling and scratching his scalp. The faster his finger plays my clit, the higher I climb and the drunker I get. I’m drunk on sex, ecstasy, and him. Drunk on pleasure.
This time, my orgasm doesn’t start with a simmer. It bursts. It’s exploding chaos that takes every muscle and every breath prisoner.
“Oh, yeah, that’s it,” he rasps. “I can feel you. You’re fucking throbbing.” A growl rips past his lips, and then I feel it. The subtle jerk of his cock, and the sharp thrusts of his hips. He comes inside me, and the rapture is indescribable, my mind nothing but a haze of pleasure. Instantly, I know…I want to feel it again.
