Chapter Nine
Sophie felt his hands at the curves of her waist, just holding her delicately as she caught her breath.
His cock slipped between her wet pussy lips, slow grinding of pulsing vein against her throbbing clit sent tingly feelings of aftershock to her nipples. Raw lust scorched the trail between primal instinct to fuck her tight pussy like a savage or make sweet love by rutting into the bed sheets.
“Alec,” she murmured, lashes fluttering with the cutest pout, “More?”
Blue eyes darkened.
He looked at her with silent appreciation as his thumb stroked her bottom lip.
He balanced his weight with one palm beside her tousled hair on the bed, the other hand took a hold of his cock and squeezed to release some impatience. Alec rumbled deep in his throat when he felt more cum drip down, he tilted the tip of his cock to her engorged clit and nudged it back and forth to mark her.
Alec breathed heavily when he forced himself to not stroke his cock by guiding her hand down to his length, he allowed her to touch her first cock—to feel how much she can affect him with one look—and let her fingertips brush against before cupping his full balls.
His words were promises, “Feel how full they are, sweet girl. I will fuck this big cock into your tight little pussy, I will cum inside, and I will feed your cunt full of cum again and again.”
Her soft hand shakily squeezed his balls and he almost came, but that would not do. His cum can only be inside her, marking his territory. As much as he wanted to let her explore his body, his patience ran thin as he rutted against her clit.
She swallowed thickly and tried to wrap her weak arms around his neck; to anchor her or urge him to keep going, either way he pressed the weeping tip in her tight pussy.
She hiccupped. One inch and she could already feel the stretch, and with a distracting kiss, Alec surged into her tightness in one firm thrust as he grunted along with your high-pitched whimper.
Impossibly tight, he took in a shuddering breath as his senses overwhelmed with possessive chants. He could feel the fluttering of tight walls molding the shape and girth and little slits spread obscenely wide to accommodate the thickness of his cock.
Her breath hitched when he shifted his weight, peppering her face with kisses, and pressed his body down to sink another inch in to make her flush against him. No space between them when he felt the rapid thump of her heartbeat aligning with his equally wild ones.
He pulled back and thrust into her, a sound so needy and broken came tumbling from her lips was beautiful.
“Too big—” she choked out a small whine, “Alec, I can’t—”
Her hips chased after pleasure with rocking moves, a reddened blush caught between embarrassment and want. His cock nudged a spot that sparked light in the corner of her eyes.
“You can,” he pushed himself on the elbows and sunk deeper with a twist of confidence.
The broken moan she gave was lovely and heavily glazed eyes was only for him, he wanted more—wanted to commit her perfectly debauched look into his memories.
His pretty girl, he thought rather fondly.