Stir
CHAPTER 16
Oh God, why is my body on fire? What’s burning? Oh. It’s stretching. “Ahh.” Hells yeah. Shut the hell up and let me handle this ‘D.’ She has no sympathy. This hurts.
“It’s ok, Pequeña. I got you, baby. Ah fuck, you feel so good. Christ, my cock is slowly dying. Your pussy is cutting off all my circulation.” Oh, he’s in me. It’s supposed to feel awful. I should be in hell right now, but this feels like heaven.
Alex isn’t moving; he is simply breathing into my neck, labored and with great restraint. I can feel him kissing my shoulder, whispering in my ear how good I feel and how good I am doing. My only focus right now is how full I feel. How passionately vulgar this feels, being pinned beneath him, not really able to breathe and to be stuffed full of him. He is literally all over me, and I have never felt better.
Squeezing the muscles of my lower half, testing the pain level, I moan when his member pulses. “Shit.” he hisses. “Don’t fucking do that again, baby, unless you are ready for me to move.” That’s the thing I think I am, but I can't say that. Can I? Oh, wait. I squeeze my pussy again. “Is that your way of telling me to move, baby?” I can feel my face blush even though it is already flushed with arousal. “Say yes, Alex, please fuck me.” Gush.
His demanding voice is making me wetter, and I don’t understand it. Why do I like his dominance? He moves slightly, and I moan. I wrap my legs around his ass and try to pull him against me. My hips are bucking, attempting to make him move, but his restraint is impressive, even though from looking at his face, I know he too is in pain. “I won’t move until you say it, baby,” he says in my ear, licking my neck. “I want to hear filth fall from your lips.” My chest palpitates at the promise of shedding even more of myself. Do it. Do it and break the last shackle.
“Alex, fuck me.” Is all I can get out before I bury my head in his chest. I thought it would feel wrong saying it, but it is sort of freeing.
“Such a good girl. So sweet and innocent. But not right now, are you? Now you are my dirty girl, begging for your man to rail this pussy and place his life inside of it. Aren’t you, baby?” He slides out and surges back in, and fireworks boom in my head. This is more than pleasure, lust, and desire. No. This is…this is…us.
He moves faster and faster, hitting something inside of me, forcing me to cry out, chanting his name over and over as he brings me to ecstasy and rapture. “Alex. Please. It aches everywhere. Something is... oh… right there.”
His grip on my thighs is absolute and unapologetic. I know instinctively there will be bruises, evidence of what we have done on my skin. Marks left by him both on purpose and in the absence of mind, but I don’t care. I can’t care when everything about this moment is nothing like I expected and filled with a hedonistic reverence. He is right about one thing. I am not innocent anymore. I am one hundred percent Jezebel and even if my father kills me after this, I will have known real love. Right? Bitch I told you. This is that good shit. I don’t have it in me to argue with her. Especially when she is right.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Alex growls. He pulls out and pushes back in hard. “Ahh… too hard.” I push him away and then pull him back into me.
“There she goes,” he says. “Ahh fuck, baby. You scream so good for me.” The pain brings its own type of pleasure. One I didn’t expect and don’t think I can handle. “You don’t think about anything but my cock when I am in your pussy.”
Everything is tight, and the sensations are too much. I am frantic. I feel delirious. Lost but found. Floating but also somehow like for the first time, my feet are on the ground. He is my anchor.
“Alex!” My nails are in his back, and I worry I am hurting him, but holy moly, this feels so good. His mouth bites my nipples as he pushes and pulls. Between the grunts we share and the cries of exaltation, I can hear the obscene juices between us as he moves in and out of me. I am so delirious now I don’t care about anything except that he doesn’t stop. I would go to hell for this feeling to continue.
“Shit! I want to slow down, baby, but I can’t. Pussy is too fucking good.” His voice is wheezing. “You are going to take all of this like the goddamn goddess you are. My good girl is now a greedy little slut for this cock, aren’t you? Every second that I am not in this praying pussy you are going to be dreaming about it, soaking your little church girl panties for it. Say it, Imogen.”