But no, this man did it.
And you know what it did?
It made my cunt flutter. That’s never happened.
It also twisted my insides and brought me to the edge of my release.
Over one damn thing!
I paused in my movements, just enjoying the feeling of being filled up, of having a man deep within me. No one had ever felt quite this good. Or made me feel quite so full.
If I wasn’t careful, this was something I could just get used to.
“Fucking. Move. Skylar,” he ground out, and I smirked, raking my nails down his chest.
“Or what, Alec? The big, bad man going to do some naughty things to me?”
“You asked for it.”
He lifted me off him, pushed me on my stomach, grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under my hips, all while climbing off the bed behind me. He lifted my ass in the air, and then slammed into me, making me cry out.
“Harder,” I cried, the sound surprising me.
“Harder,” he repeated. His hand entangled in my hair, and yanked, making me gasp. “Harder is what my wife wants, harder is what she will get.”
With that, he let go of my hair, grabbed my neck, and hauled me up this chest, all while pushing into me at an angle I had never felt. He pounded into me, making me feel like I was going to shatter into a million pieces, but it was a feeling I wanted.
I wanted him to break me and then put me back together, like only he could.
I screamed, my nails digging into his arm, but it was a battle wound he didn’t seem to mind. Hell, I didn’t mind my own, either.
“Are you going to come for me?”
The words whispered in my ear in that deep, husky voice, had me moving closer to that edge. His hips kept his bruising pace, and with that simple phrase, I was right on the cliff.
“Are you going to join me?”
“Do you want that? Want my cock to be buried inside of you, your pussy milking me for everything it’s worth?”
I knew deep down, that was a line we shouldn’t cross, but in the dark of the night, with him pounding into me as if our lives depended on it, with his arms wrapped around me, holding me up, I knew the answer.
“Yes, let me feel every fucking drop.”
With that, he pushed even harder into me, his hand tightening on my neck, and before I knew it, I jumped over the edge, head long into the rushing waves below me, and all I could do was scream at the intense feelings rushing through me.
“That’s it Babygirl,” he crooned, pushing into me once, twice, then then three times before all the sensations overtook him and he followed suit. I nearly groaned as I felt every last drop enter inside of me. Not because it was bad, but because it was perfect, and that was scary.
We collapsed on the bed, and he pulled me into his arms. I never understood Demi when she said that she liked cuddling with James, that her head fit perfectly on his shoulder. But I got it now. It seemed like the spot right next to Alec belonged to me.
That we fit and molded perfectly.
That it was easy to see how we blended.
And given how that sexual encounter far surpassed everything I’ve had before, that was another scary thought. But that one, that one had my eyes wide open when I should have been sleeping, especially after such a blissed-out performance where he gave me something for the very first time and I didn’t have to fake it.
But one thought just kept floating through my mind.
What the fuck did I just do?