Page 27 of Filthiest Of Them All

“My brother isn’t here.” I pant as he trails a finger through my slick folds, then groans when my arousal coats his finger. I may not be able to make out his features, but I can see him lift his arm and I stare wide eyed and breathless when I hear him suck his finger.

He just tasted me!

“Hmm, you taste fucking exquisite, Miss Lawson.” A whimper escapes me without consent. He lowers his hand and this time he doesn’t ease me into his touch, he circles my clit like he has a right to touch me however he wants and in this moment, I am nothing but a willing participant eager to take his form of punishment if it means he relieves me of this ache burning within me.

“Alex,” I plead unsure if I am begging him to stop or give me more. He presses the pad of his thumb flat against my clit and I cry out, bucking my hips off the bed.

“This time, you don’t need to question if there are any hidden motives, Bambi.” His words don’t register as he slips a finger inside me, causing a distraction from my wayward thoughts, he’s forcing me to feel and focus on only him. I clench the sheets in my hands and arch my back from the bed as he curves his finger and strokes a spot inside me that has me gasping and begging for him to do it again. “That’s it, Bambi, ride my finger and show me how much you want my cock inside you.” His words cause a shudder to roll through me, the pure dominance and the command in which he speaks them has me wanting to obey like a puppet.

He continues to inflict pure pleasure as I try to gain control of my own body, but I’m fighting a losing battle. He’s playing me like a fiddle and I have no choice but to endure the glorious torture he is inflicting on me. I want to say I scream for him to stop and get the fuck out, but I’m not a liar and the feelings he’s invoking inside me are fucking perfection. I’m craving the release I know he can give me.

“Holy shit, I need…” I clamp my mouth closed, I have no idea what I need. I just know I need more. As if he can read my mind, Alex lowers to his knees while still keeping his fingers inside me. I gasp when I feel him blow his hot breath against my aching pussy. I whimper when he curves those skilled fingers.

“You open these legs for only me. I catch anyone else sniffing around you and I’ll tie your ass to a chair and make you watch as I tear the fucker apart and cut him into tiny pieces.” My eyes widen as I push up and rest on my elbows, staring down at him. I can feel the intensity of his gaze on me and I am certain he isn’t fucking around. “If you try to open these legs for anyone else, I’ll take your punishment further and make you try a couple of pieces of him.” My jaw unhinges. I’m about to tell him to fuck off when he swipes his tongue through my folds, then sucks my clit into his mouth, drawing a scream from me.

Jesus, I’m not a prude or anything and have made myself come before, but I never imagined it would feel this fucking amazing to have a guy eating my pussy like it’s his favorite meal. I flop back against the bed and begin grinding my hips against his beard. He keeps his tongue out, allowing me to take my pleasure from him while still fingering my cunt. Reaching down I tangle my fingers in his hair and tug on the strands, loving the sound of the growl that comes from him. I feel my body begin to tense and my muscles lock up in preparation for my orgasm. I don’t fight it, I latch onto it and let it slam into me.

“Alex!” I scream as I come so fucking hard my body spasms. The feeling of his fingers and tongue on me is too much, I shuffle backward only for him to leap on top of me. He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head. I have zero time to gather my thoughts before his lips are on mine, demanding access. Like a slave to its master I open for him and relish in the taste of my own pussy on his tongue. My stomach muscles clench when he grinds against me and I feel how hard he is.

He breaks the kiss and stares down at me, both of us panting. “I’m gonna fuck you and then you and I are going to talk.”

I scoff. “You can’t make me fucking horny, eat me out and then dangle sex above my head, then drop a bomb like that on me,” I hiss.

“Get my cock out.” I want to ignore the fucker but in doing that would mean denying myself the pleasure I crave so much. I do as he says and reach between us, freeing him. I wrap my hand around him and feel emboldened when he groans and drops his forehead against mine. I pump him twice, then swirl my thumb over the head of his cock and gasp when I feel his pre cum. Without overthinking it, I bring my thumb to my mouth. He watches me as I wrap my lips around it and suck it clean, moaning at the taste of him.

I release my thumb with a pop. “You taste sweet, Butcher.”

“You taste better,” he purrs before claiming my lips and thrusting inside me in one swift move. I scream in pain but he swallows it. He remains still, giving me a chance to accommodate his size. I turn my head, needing to suck in lungfuls of air to breathe through the pain. He cups my face between his large hands and forces my gaze back to his. “I’ll break down every wall you have and force you to let me inside.” I balk up at him. “But, I will never force myself on you. I’m taking what you are willing to give because you refuse to admit it to yourself that you crave my touch as much as I crave yours.”

My breathing accelerates for a whole new reason now. “Craving you doesn’t mean I like you,” I mutter.

He chuckles and pulls almost all the way out of me before slamming back inside. I cry out and bow off the bed. Alex leans down and bites the soft flesh between my neck and shoulder. A heady moan tumbles from me and I feel myself growing slicker when he licks a trail to my lips. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him in place as I kiss him. My move shocks him, so I use it to my advantage and lock my legs around his waist and pull him inside me deeper.

Alex starts rocking his hips and I whimper, his fingers felt amazing but Jesus take the fucking wheel because his cock feels like pure silk, gliding in and out of me with ease. The only sounds that can be heard are skin slapping skin and our ragged breaths. I don’t know whether it's the feeling of him inside me or the sounds we’re making but I feel untouchable, like nothing in the world could tear me down. I feel a sense of completeness with him inside me. It sounds fucking crazy and stupid but all my life I have felt hollow and out of place until the first time Alexander Denver plowed through my hymen and made me whole.

“Fuck, Bambi, you feel so good, baby.” His praise bolsters my confidence, this may be only my second time having sex but I have no doubt he has fucked a lot more women than I care to think about.

“Keep going, I’m so close,” I plead.

“Beg me,” I grind my teeth and consider strangling him but then his thrusts pick up tempo and rob me of rational thought.

“Please, fuck… please make me come, Butcher.” A feral sound escapes him, he grips the back of my neck in a bruising hold and presses his forehead against mine.

“Eyes on me while you come on my cock.” I obey without thought. Our breaths mingle as he continues to pound inside me, chasing his own release while I latch onto mine. The eye contact only heightens my need.

“You feel so good,” I whisper as I start meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Fucking you is my new favorite thing to do,” he growls as he hits that sweet spot again and I’m at his mercy. The orgasm that rips through me is like a tidal wave, consuming every surfer on the beach. I’m powerless to fight against it. I’m forced to ride the wave of bliss while he continues to fuck me and drag out my climax, like it’s his life mission and right now, I can’t be certain it isn’t with how savage his thrusts have turned. “Fuck, Bambi,” he roars, then tears away from me. He rests back on his haunches, grips his cock in his hand and pumps himself three times before I feel jets of his cum covering my thighs, pussy and stomach.

I stare at him with wide eyes, knowing I should be pissed he just came on me and marked me as his but… I’m not. If anything, I find it sexy as fucking hell that he just used my body to get off, then marked me as his own.

I’m so fucked up in the head!

Alexander

I grip her arm and pull her to feet, leading her toward the shower without flicking a single light on. She says nothing as I strip us both off and begin washing her. Neither of us say a word when we step out and dry off. I grip her hand again after I pull on my boxers and lead her back to her bed. I wait for her to try and complain that she needs clothes or something, but she doesn’t. She slips beneath the cover and lolls her head to the side to look at me.

“You staying the night or running back to the bat cave?”

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