I took my time, pressing her folds back with my fingers, feasting my eyes on her swollen clit. It was as if it were pulsing a rhythm for me. I licked my lips.
With a quick snatch, Alexa pulled a pillow to her chest. That wasn’t going to help her when I got started.
“Really?” She barely got the word out. “You won’t?”
“No. I swear.” I wanted the argument to be over. I wouldn’t touch her name. Only her body.
I blew a warm whisper of air between her legs, pinning her velvet layers into position. God, she was even waxed to perfection, pointing me to right where I wanted to be.
“You haven’t answered my question,” I reminded her.
Her eyes were glazed with lust. I could smell the musky scent seeping between her legs. My cock was a hard rod of steel, ready to possess
her one more time. But not until she said the words.
The stakes were different now.
I had an entirely different offer than I did last night.
“Do you want me to let you go, or do you want to stay and be fucked?” I’d never given a woman the option to be mine. I’d never wanted anything more than a good-time fuck. But with Alexa one time. Two times. Not enough. Not fucking close.
Her nails dug into the contours of her side. She twisted her hips, pumping with sexy hip action, trying to get more from me, but I held her where I wanted her. I watched the pink bud throb—God, she fucking wanted me.
With one word that swollen clit would be mine. I’d bury my cock so far inside her there would be no going back. Her slick honey coated her. My dick would slide with fiery heat, claiming her with authority.
Her manicured nails raked closer to me, digging into her thighs. The tips pressed at the peak of her knees and I almost fucking lost it. She spread her legs wider almost dropping them to the blanket as if she could read my mind.
“Fucked,” she moaned. “I want to be fucked.”
Her tits pebbled and the cream between her legs flowed.
I needed only one taste. One second inside her like this. Taking in every ounce of sinful heaven she offered.
I thumbed the end of my cock swirling the precum over the head before I reared back and sank into her with power that branched from every part of my body.
Just a few pumps like this I told myself. Only a minute with nothing between us. She was mine. Alexa Wilde was mine to fuck and she stayed in my bed because this was exactly what she wanted.
15
Alexa
My hands instantly clutched the taut muscles of Luke’s backside when he thrust his thick dick between my legs. Relief. Pain. Ecstasy. I sighed.
I was sore from last night, but with a few thrusts I stretched around him and the burn turned to an undeniable sensation that tingled all the way to my toes.
He pushed forward on his palms, his massive body hovered over me, sending his steel to hit my inner walls with blinding electric shocks.
“Ohh,” I cried, loving it. Wanting it again and again.
He pulled out, nuzzling the head of his cock over my clit before driving back inside me with slow grinding pressure. The searing heat was unbelievable. The connection. The friction. The fever between our bodies.
“Fuck, Alexa,” he groaned. “I don’t want to stop fucking this way.” The raw flesh of our bodies craved each other.
And then I realized how reckless we were being.
“C-condom,” I sputtered, trying to focus on what was in the nightstand.
The idea of Luke pulling out of me and sheathing his superior cock with a layer between us made me want to cry in disagreement. I liked sex just like this. Skin on skin. I take that back. I liked sex with Luke like this.