Page 61 of Scrooge

“Yes, God, yes,” I say, feeling him pressing at my entrance. “Please…”

With our eyes never wavering from each other’s, it’s all I need to say to have him sliding inside, stretching me, and I still and shudder at the fullness. He is big. It feels incredible, and my head rolls back, hitting the wall behind me as he lowers his to suck on my neck.

“Fuckkk,” he moans as I tighten my legs around his waist, pulling him to me more as my hands grip on to the back of his neck.

“Yes… please move…” I tell him, and he starts thrusting instantly. His movements show his matching desperation, fucking me like he’s been dying to for years with long, powerful strokes that already have my body clenching.

“Fuck, you feel good, Sunflower… so fucking good…” He releases a deep groan as he picks up speed, pushing me against the wall, my breasts bouncing, his pelvis hitting my clit with every thrust.

“Yes, Alex… Oh yes…” My hand delves into his hair, and I bring him back to my lips. Our tongues almost fight with need and desire as his hands grip my ass harder, no doubt leaving bruises, but the good kind.

Leaning back, we’re both panting as he looks at me like he wants to lick my body from head to toe. Instead, he grabs the neckline of my dress and pulls it down, exposing my breast still encased in my lace bra, and drops his mouth to it, sucking on my nipple through the fabric. Moaning, my hips start moving faster against his, grinding and thrusting to his rhythm as I feel my orgasm getting closer.

“Alex, Alex, I’m going to come,” I warn him as he sucks harder, his length massaging that spot deep inside me just right. “Oh shit,” I pant, my head pushing back against the wall as he bites on my nipple and thrusts harder. Crying out, so close, I grip my fingers in his hair, pulling him to me.

“Come for me, Sunflower … Coat my cock,” he says against my breast, groaning as his hands squeeze my ass. His words have the desired effect, pushing me over the edge. I come so hard my entire body shakes in his arms, his name on my lips like a chant. He holds me tightly as his own orgasm barrels through him.

“Hayleeee…” His voice is strained as our movements still, the two of us breathing heavily like we’ve run a marathon. As his head falls to the crook of my neck, I rest mine on his shoulder as he takes my weight.

I feel his hot breath as I try to steady my own.

“That was…” he starts to say, and I grin, even though he can’t see me.

“I want to do that again.”

He lifts his head from my neck and looks at me, his eyes lust drunk as he gives me a smile.

“Fucking every day, Sunflower.”

I huff a laugh, but then his face changes.

“What?” I ask, frowning.

“We didn’t use a condom. Shit, I’m sorry. I got lost in the moment.” Looking down, almost disappointed in himself, I feel his muscles tense where we’re still bracing against the wall.

“I’m clean, Alex. I’m on birth control,” I tell him, and his eyes meet mine again.

“I’m clean. I never have done it without one… until now.”

I roll my lips to keep my smile from widening.

“We have no problem, then,” I say before he leans forward, kissing me softly, sultry in a way that builds me up to the point of neediness.

I hear his cell from somewhere on the floor, just as my own chimes in the familiar ringtone that I know is my sister’s.

“No doubt the footage of what happened tonight is already online,” I say, coming back to reality. Alex presses another quick kiss to my lips.

“I need to call Laurent. You should call your family.” He makes little patterns against my skin at my upper thigh before he slowly lowers me to the ground. He makes sure I’m standing on steady feet before pulling up his boxers and pants. Taking him in, he looks unbelievably sexy in his disheveled clothes. Pants still undone, belt hanging open, half-buttoned shirt loose and showing some of his chest.

“I’ll hit the bathroom, then call her.” I need to fix myself up a little and maybe splash some cold water on my face to center my thoughts. Looking at him now, I can’t help biting my lip, thighs pressing together, wanting him again already.

“Don’t go looking at me like that, Sunflower,” he says teasingly as he comes toward me and squeezes my middle.

“Like what?” I ask, trying to sound innocent when I feel anything but.

“Like you want to want to eat me whole.” He smirks, throwing my own words back at me from when we were at dinner, and I huff a laugh. “Go to our room, freshen up.”

“Let’s make our calls quick,” I tell him coyly. “We have other things to do with our time…”

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