Page 70 of Scrooge

“Mmmmm, Sunflower,” he groans, dropping his hands from my chest as he moves closer, making me step back. My body hits the tiles, the coolness of them pulling a gasp from my chest, my back automatically arching and my nipples pebbling. “Are you now teasing me?” he grits out, a look in his eyes like he’s about to feast on his prey.

“Me? Tease?” I toy with him, and he smirks. It’s a smirk like he holds all the cards and he just might, as I feel his hand tracing up my thigh, skirting across my hip before he lifts my leg, placing it on the tiled seat to the side.

“My dick feels good in your grip, Sunflower.” He groans again, almost losing composure as I run my hand up and down his length, but his hand continues to slide across my skin until it hits my center, and I whimper at the contact. “Fuck, I love the feel of your pussy on my fingers.” As he starts to circle my clit over and over again, my body grows hot, not only due to the water cascading over us, but from how he makes my senses come alive. How he looks down into my eyes like I’m his everything.

“I like the feel of your fingers on my pussy too,” I breathe out as he slides a finger inside of me, and I bite my lower lip.

My hand continues stroking him, faltering in my rhythm as my other grips on to his bicep tight, needing the support, my knees starting to weaken from the pleasure overtaking me.

“That’s it… Such a greedy girl,” he says, voice low, as I start to grind down on his hand when he slips in another finger. His face lowers, edging closer to mine, and he brushes his lips across mine, the feel of his breath on my skin as we are both now panting.

His finger slips in and out of me in what feels like slow motion, taking me close to the edge and releasing me again in what can only be described as deliciously tortuous foreplay, a game that he is winning with me at the moment as my body clenches around his fingers and moans fall from my lips on every exhale.

“Alex,” I pant, my heart pounding, the water soothing my muscles even though they’re tightening with my impending release.

Arching myself toward him, my breasts graze his bare chest, and he smooths his spare hand up my body, cupping a breast, squeezing it before leaning over and sucking on my nipple. I feel the sensation tingle all the way down between my legs.

“Come on my fingers… Give it to me…” he growls, burying his head in my neck as my head tilts back, hitting the wall behind me. His fingers start to move faster and faster, in perfect motion, until I can no longer catch my breath.

“Alex!” I cry out as I shudder, my vision blackening around the edges as I swear I see stars.

Orgasms with him are like none I have ever experienced before. Sure, I enjoy sex, but the way my muscles shake, my knees almost give way, my body no longer my own, but all his. They are different with him.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises me, and I love it. The smile on my lips is dazed as I come down from my high, my hand still wrapped around him, and he’s even harder than before.

“You are so hard,” I hum, looking down at where my hand starts to move again. Up and down as his hands explore every dip and curve of my frame before he slaps them on the tiles behind me, on either side of my face.

“What are you going to do about it?” he asks, pure arousal in his lust drunk eyes.

I give him my most flirtatious smile before I get on my knees.

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ALEXANDER

This is the second time she has fallen to her knees in front of me, and I wonder if life can get any better than this. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m fucking hard as a rock, because she is so beautiful, because we are in the shower naked, or because she is usually so sassy that I can’t imagine her on her knees for anyone else. It’s a powerful position, making me feel like a king, yet giving her entire ownership of my body. It’s hers to take, and she is.

“I love seeing you on your knees,” I tell her honestly, my palms still flat on the tiles above her as I stare down, my head hanging between my arms. I came up to the bedroom to see her and talk about the paperwork I found, but seeing her naked, in the shower, water running down her body, dripping from her breasts, I salivate even now thinking about the visual.

“I don’t get on my knees for just anyone… Only you,” she teases before she leans forward, her lips wrapping around the head of my cock, pouting around it like she is sucking on a popsicle. I lean my head against my bicep and watch. I’m transfixed by the scene playing out in front of me as I edge into her open mouth. The glass of the shower is now fully coated in steam, the hot water hitting my back and unwinding my tense muscles.

“Shit, Sunflower …” I grit out as she looks up at me, wide-eyed, taking me down her throat. This is not going to last long. When I hit the back of her throat, she pulls back, smiling as she licks around my tip, lips supple and wet.

“You're big…” she says on an exhale before she does the move again, swirling her tongue around the underside of my length and taking me right to the back of her throat once again.

Bobbing up and down, she moans around me again, and my hands white knuckle on the tiles. Tingles scatter down my spine, balls tightening, my release coming on fast as she keeps going. It’s like a freight train, and I’m not sure why because we had sex multiple times last night at the penthouse, so it’s not like I’m pent-up. Yet here I am again, totally losing myself to this woman, inch by fucking inch, in and out of her sassy mouth.

Her hands run up the back of my thighs, before landing on my ass, where her nails dig in, pulling me deeper.

“I’m going to come,” I warn her. “I’m going to come down your pretty little throat…” I start to move my hips, pushing in and out of her mouth faster, her taking everything I give, and then still wanting more. But I don’t want this to be over so quickly. Removing myself from her mouth, I grab her waist, lifting her from the floor and straight in the air, her legs circling my hips.

“Alex!” she screams in delighted surprise as I step us out of the shower, my lips already on her wet body.

“I need to taste you.” I speak against her neck, dragging my lips up to her ear and nibbling there. She squeals as I throw her onto the bed, the two of us dripping, but I don’t care. The fact that we couldn’t care less about the wet sheets only adds to the sensuality of this moment. Kissing up her legs, I slowly make my way to her center.

I’m loving getting to touch every inch of her like this. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, both fully clothed and naked. Inside and out. No one else can hold a candle to her. Not even a wick.

“Alex, pleaseeee,” she moans, as I massage up her thighs and hips, my kisses more purposeful the closer they get to where she wants me. “I need your mouth,” Leaning back, her body relaxes, just barely, writhing and releasing more soft moans with every touch.

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