Page 173 of 5+Us Makes Seven

The smell of her was wonderful, a mixture of fresh sweat and the hormones that came with it, mixed with a musky perfume. I could barely control the strong desire I had to rip her clothes off.

I heard the elevator ping behind me.

Our lips still locked, I carried her through the corridor and into her suite.

She took her face away from mine and stared at me, her big eyes locked onto mine. Her cheeks were flushed as she spoke.

“You’re so strong,” she said, her voice deep with lust. “I want you to fuck me, Cruz. Now.”

I carried her over to a large ornate desk, and swept it clean with one strong brush of my arm. A few items clattered to the floor. Something smashed, but I didn’t give a fuck.

I placed her down on her butt onto the desk and opened her legs with my strong hands. She groaned with pleasure.

I lifted her dress up over her hips, revealing her soaking wet, skimpy panties beneath. I could see the shape of her pussy, swollen with arousal.

I lifted the dress farther, pausing to grab her breasts through the dress. Even my big hands couldn't encompass them completely. I squeezed them together, feeling her hard nipples on my palm as she groaned a second time.

She tugged at the dress herself, pulling it over her head. I watched as her plump breasts bounced slightly after being released by the confines of her clothing. They were by far the nicest breasts I’d seen, full and round. Pert, with big nipples hard with desire.

I grabbed them a second time, the feel of the soft flesh under my tough hands driving me into a sexual trance. Nothing else mattered.

I slid my hands down her sides and hips, pausing to grab her ass, pushing her legs back as I pushed my cock into her again, teasing. She pushed back, and we ground against each other, rhythm increasing in pace, and we locked eyes.

She was so beautiful. All I wanted to do was make her happy, the only way I knew how.

I grabbed the top of her panties and pulled them slowly down her legs, my eyes still on hers. I peeled them down past her knees and stepped back to pull them off completely, flinging them over my shoulder.

She was completely naked, her legs open, sitting on the desk, staring at me. My gaze wandered down her body to her pussy. It was swollen and glistening with arousal. She ran her hand down her stomach, pushing two fingers into herself. Her eyes half closed, she moaned my name.

I threw my suit off as quickly as I could, tearing the already ripped shirt off. Buttons and fabric ripped as I threw the clothes to the floor and stepped forward, unbuckling my belt, hands shaking with anticipation.

“Let me,” Alexandra whispered, jumping off the desk and pushing my hands away. She got down onto her knees and looked up at me as she unfastened the belt. Then the zipper, and the button of my pants. I gasped with pleasure as she yanked them down in one deft movement.

My dick sprung up as it was released by my boxer shorts, inches from her face. She was still looking up at me.

“You’re a big boy,” she said, leaning forward. “Luckily for you, I’ve got wide hips. And a big mouth.”

I groaned as she took me in her mouth, gently rocking forward and backwards, her tongue circling the end of my cock. Closing my eyes, put my hands gently on to the back of her head and got lost in the sensation.

“Fuck, Alexandra. You’re beautiful,” I murmured, looking down at her. I gently pulled myself out of her mouth and I lifted her up into my arms.

Alexandra

Cruz lifted me up again, his strength never ceasing to amaze. I caressed his chiseled chest, my fingers tracing the route of a faded scar that ran from his collar bone to his abs.

He placed me back on the desk, and I felt one of his large hands at my thigh, the other grabbing one of my breasts.

I moaned as he pushed two of his large and rough fingers into my pussy. Strong waves of pleasure flowed into my core as he increased the pace of his rhythmic pushing, his hand at my breast matching the rhythm with strong squeezes.

He was standing in front of me, completely naked, and he was even hotter than I’d imagined in my fantasies. Ripped arms, biceps bulging. Big defined shoulders, chiseled abs. Large, strong legs. Big, hard cock inches from my pussy. I longed for him to fuck me.

He obliged.

His hands went to either of my legs as he pushed them apart and I felt myself open to him as he did so.

He stepped forward, slowly pushing his cock into me. He entered me gently at first, teasing. I felt myself stretch, my tight pussy struggling to accommodate him. There a slight twinge of pain, mixed with the pleasure of a week-long fantasy come to life. I was turned on even more, and the pain faded. He pushed himself into me deeply, grunting with animalistic pleasure, leaning over to bite my neck gently, his hands grabbing my ass.

I’d never felt pleasure like this before. I felt his cock filling me, and my knees shuddered. He made no move, kissing my neck and keeping his hips pushed into mine.

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