Page 8 of Pretty Girl

Chapter Eight

Sophie searched his eyes—a quest to find answers as to why things happened the way it did to her—and she found devotion and unyielding love.

A fact that shook her to the core because that couldn’t possibly be for her. Somewhere between their dinners, she fell in love with a man so unattainable and out of reach that he was the brightest star in the constellations.

“You feel it too,” he lifted his hand that was on her waist to her hand and pressed above the heart that thudded steadily against his chest.

“What we have isn’t some infatuation, dear girl.” Alec was a breath away from her lips, “I believe this is love at first sight.”

She nodded shyly, her cheeks turned a rosy hue as she squirmed in his lap, further hardening his thick cock with her innocent move.

He growled but he waited, he wanted her to make the first move. If he could wait for months, then he can wait a little more for her to initiate anything.

Everything she want, he’d happily provide.

Sophie licked her lips again in a nervous gesture and leaned in with her small hands on his massive shoulders to tip her lips to his. He was so big everywhere; hands, shoulders, and the football stadium sized—

Her lips quivered to not laugh at the obnoxious voice of Melinda in her head.

If he noticed her attempt of not laughing, he didn’t comment on it and opt to kiss her deeply. A kiss so heated that it left her head spinning while he simultaneously pushed her hips down and ground her lace panties over his cock.

His lips were demanding, taking everything her small and pliable body gave. His contradictory actions had her whimpering against his lips desperately; firm hand holding her neck and leaving heated trails on her thigh with the other, kisses that were gentle yet fierce.

Alec used his strength to pull them onto the bed easily, another reminder of the vast difference between them. She laid on the satin material of the bed sheets while he slipped her dress off, leaving her naked under his eyes.

A sudden self-consciousness washed over her, and she instinctively pulled her arms to cover her breast.

He growled as he pulled her arms away from her round breasts and pink nipples, Alec gave a small bite as a punishment.

“Never hid from me, little girl.” it was an order wrapped in fondness, “You’re beautiful, and mine.”

“Yours,” she whispered back, arching up to the hand the cupped her breast.

Hot and wet sensation of his mouth on her nipple had her twisting and grinding against his twitching dick, she whined and cried wantonly, which he greedily lapped her nipple harder.

Sophie pulled on his white shirt in a silent plead to allow her to touch him. Alec pulled between the buttons and it all went flying as he ripped the fabric away from him, revealing a chiseled body that was sculptured by the deity of sex.

He was all sharp angles and hard muscles, the defined v-shaped lines lead to a large tent in his pants which he gladly pulled off with practiced ease and precision along went the tight briefs that molded his cock.

Her brown eyes widen. Was it possible to be that big outside of porn? Not that she had the time to watch porn when she had Melinda to recall all her nightly escapades.

He was very big, and very, very thick. It stood stiffly for attention, and the angry head dribbled with clear cum. She wanted to taste him with a flicker f devious tongue.

Her pussy throbbed and squeezed nothing as the lace underwear scraped against her sensitive clit when he parted her thighs.

“Please.” she didn’t know what she was begging for, but he complied nonetheless.

Alec toyed with the idea of making her beg for his touch; she’d look so pretty with flushed cheeks, cheery-red lips, and trusting eyes. Hesitant yet gave herself to him without a second thought.

He knew her inexperience came with unsure touches and a need to be guided, Alec breathed deeply as it was not enough. He wanted more, needed more, and like the greedy man he was, he took.

A tug, a flick of wrist, and her soaked panties landed on the floor.

His rough hands pushed apart her thighs that revealed her wet pussy. His teeth scraped against the tender skin in her inner thigh and a needy whine escaped her lips. Unmoving hands held her hips down without turning his eyes away from the dewy pink lips.

“Keep them open,” he pushed her thighs onto the mattress, “Or I will tie them.”

She put her hands on her thighs to keep them from moving because she was obedient, and she wanted to be a good girl for him.

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