Page 74 of The Puck Player

“Yes, Aubree, I’m fucking desperate for you,” he grits against my mouth, barely tasting me, taunting me, and my entire body comes alive beneath him. “So tell me to stop, baby, because I am fucking powerless when it comes to you.”

I’m already shaking my head, knowing that even though I denied it, this thing between us is more than either of us was ready for, but that’s the thing about falling, you can’t be caught.

“Kiss me,” I demand, and he slams his lips to mine before I can even finish getting the words all the way out, like he was too far gone to wait another second. His mouth captures mine and everything else fades away, as his tongue traces my lips and I give in to him completely. Our tongues lash against one another as our need for the other takes over, and my hands reach up and fist the back of his hair, holding him to me.

I angle my head to deepen the kiss, my tongue eagerly exploring his mouth, pulling an anguished moan from the back of my throat, as I silently beg for more. His hands dip down, grabbing my waist in a vice-like grip and then he’s lifting me effortlessly, until my legs wrap around him. His mouth trails down my jaw and neck, his fingers desperately pulling at the cardigan I am wearing, tearing at the bows holding it closed.

When he finally rips it open and pushes it open across my shoulders, his eyes trail over my exposed skin in awe, taking in the sleek black lace. “Fuck, love, I’m so fucking hard for you,” he hisses, the truth of his words pressing against my pussy in the most addictive way, and I roll my hips against him, pulling a groan from the back of his throat.

I drag him by the back of the neck until his lips are back on mine, and his hands grip my jaw, tilting my head so he can deepen the kiss even further, dragging my tongue along his like he can’t get enough of me. My knees are so weak they would buckle if I were still standing, but still his movements are urgent, hungry, and my whole body begins to beg for release as I moan into his mouth. Something about the sound sends him crazy, because he pulls me even harder against his body, pinning me thoroughly between him and the wall. His thick, steel length isrock hard against my pussy and stomach, and there is an aching pressure building in my core, but I need more.

“Alexander, please,” I cry, just so fucking desperate to feel more of him, and he smirks against the juncture of my throat, pulling back and watching in delight, as I roll my hips against him.

“Do you know I love it when you beg, Aubree?” he taunts, bringing his hands to my tits and cupping them roughly, his thumbs toying with my nipples until they are hard and aching. “I remember punishing your sweet mouth, and these pretty tits of yours,” he growls, mesmerized by the way my body moves against his, as he drags his rough hands across my skin. “But I think you need me to punish something else, don’t you baby?” he asks, sliding his fingers down to my inner thighs and trailing them toward my pussy, until I am squirming and desperate. “Want me to play with you, Trouble?” he teases, delicately dragging his fingers against my lace-covered core and I am panting and nodding in silent pleas. “Want me to finger this cunt until it’s gushing against me?” I’m already mad with need, nodding vigorously, and his smirk is devilish. “Say please.”

“Please, Alexander, please,” I cry, needing to feel his touch more than I have ever needed anything.

“Mmm, such a good little sinner.”

He stares down at me, watching me closely as he slowly moves my panties to the side, stroking one long finger over my core, massaging my clit with expert precision. I bite my lips to fight against my moan, but it only makes him smirk wider, his finger move faster, and my head drops back against the wall as I cry out in pleasure.

“Do you know how good it’s going to be to feel this cunt fluttering around my cock as I stretch you open?” he asks, his words drenched in lust, and for the first time in my life I want it.

I want to fuck him. I want him to fuck me. I want to say goodbye to the stupid notion of my purity once and for all. And it’s not out of spite, or lust, or jealousy, it’s because I finally feel connected to someone. Alexander Reign came into my life and disrupted everything. He ruined what I thought I knew, and now I want to ruin him. Ruin him so that every girl before me knows he belongs to me and only me from now on.

“Fuck me, Alexander,” I pant out on a breathless moan, making his eyes widen in surprise. “I want you to fuck me, and make me yours.”

My words are like an accelerant, his eyes going dark with something I have never seen before, his fingers only working me faster, and all I can do is lean back and take it. When he kisses me again, his tongue is forceful, shoving into my mouth as his other hand pulls frantically at my bra straps, and I lean forward off the wall, helping him get it off. His tongue leaves my mouth, lapping at my skin as he trails down to my nipple, swirling over one then the other, and I moan even louder, only spurring him on more. He laps against each peak, licking and sucking, before grazing them with his teeth, biting down and no doubt leaving his mark.

When I moan again he pulls back with a satisfied smile, his eyes eating up my naked flesh, before he takes his free hand and grips my ass, storming us over to the bed. He drops down to hisknees and splays me out on the edge, pushing me back a little until I am resting on my elbows. His hands are possessive as they spread my thighs open, my pussy his for the taking, as he rips off my panties.

His thumbs slide up and down my slick pussy, watching, completely mesmerized, and I blush at being so exposed to him. “Such a pretty little cunt, baby, and now it belongs to me,” he praises, his words paired with the massaging of my clit roughly, taking me right back to the edge until my whole body starts to shake. “I’m going to taste you until you are drowning me,” he declares, not giving a chance for his words to even settle over me, before he swipes the flat of his tongue up the length of my pussy, swirling my clit until he is the one who is groaning deeply. “Fuck, Trouble, I will never get used to how good you taste.”

His words are grunted right against my core, his warm breath ghosting over my lips before he dives in even deeper, feasting on me completely. Licking, biting, sucking, until I am panting and aching for him, and just when I think I can’t take anymore, he pushes down further and spears his tongue inside of me. His thumb takes over on my clit again, his tongue pistoning in and out of me, and the sensation has my muscles contracting in the pit of my stomach, my thighs clenching around his head.

My core is dripping with need for him and I pant his name in desperation, forcing him to bring his tongue back to my clit, as he pushes one of his thick fingers inside of me. My entire body constricts, clamping down on him and he groans again, watching him fuck his finger roughly into my pussy, the wet smack of his hand echoing around us.

“I’m going to break in this pussy and mold it to my fucking cock until you are dripping down it,” he commands, fucking me with his finger and tongue in tandem, until tears are staining my cheeks and I am a writhing mess beneath him. “Come on, baby,it’s mine, fucking give it to me,” he demands, the plea mixed with the biting and sucking of my clit until I feel like I am falling apart, and I explode completely.

“Alexander,” I cry, coming hard, gushing against his lips, as he laps at me greedily with deep, pleasured groans.

“That’s it, such a good little sinner, you come so fucking good for me.” His tongue doesn’t relent, still licking and sucking until my orgasm has been rung from every inch of me, and even then he doesn’t stop. Instead he pulls back, slamming my legs wide on the bed, spreading me with his fingers and spitting directly onto my clit, before plunging a second finger inside of me. “Your pussy’s so fucking perfect,” he grits, his voice strained, as he watches himself pump me, stretch me, and fuck I have never felt so full.

“Fuck me, Alexander, I want to feel you inside of me,” I beg, snapping his stare to mine, and his head tips back toward the ceiling, his fingers still fucking me.

“Fuck, Aubree, you have no idea what you fucking do to me, what you’ve been doing to me since the second I fucking saw you,” he groans, flicking his stare back down between me and his fingers. “I’ve never had an offer so fucking sweet,” he adds, still watching me as he picks up the pace of his fingers. “Are you sure?” he asks, the sincerity of his voice slicing through me.

He’s knuckles deep in my pussy, yet he would still stop if I asked him to. He’s fucking perfect.

“I’m sure,” I gasp, desperate to feel him inside of me. “Besides, I’m due my period, so if you don’t do it now, you’re going to miss your chance,” I add with a laugh, that quickly turns into another moan as he curls his fingers inside of me.

He rises up from between my thighs, leaning forward and dropping his free hand beside mine and kissing me roughly, never stopping the slamming from his fingers as he laughs. “Oh, Trouble, you’re going to bleed on my cock either way, so it makesno difference to me.” His words are laced in threat, and yet I have never been more turned on in my life.

I feel his cock against my thigh, hard and ready, and my hands rush to pull at his shirt, ripping it open, before I reach down and undo his jeans. The whole time his eyes remain locked with mine, his hands still playing my pussy like a fucking instrument he has mastered.

“Come for me, Trouble,” he begs, swiping his fingers across the front wall of my pussy, his thumb pressing into my clit until my second orgasm rips through me without warning. I scream against his lips, feeling like I’m losing my mind, and still he watches me, talking me through it. “That’s it, I want that cum all over my fingers,” he adds, the need in his voice so apparent that my hands claw at his neck, pulling him against me.

“Alexander, please, I need…” I pant into his mouth, my words trailing off, and I feel him smirk against my jaw.

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