…until he suddenly pulled out.
He was about to cum, and was fighting it with everything in his body.
Unable to hold it in anymore, he dragged off the slick rubber and just after one stroke, he was spurting his seed all over Lena’s arched back.
Then he collapsed beside Lena.
That wave was still echoing in her veins, and she was pulsing to even close her legs.
The only sounds were their heavy breaths, and the distant bass from the club outside.
Alex rolled over and buried his face in the crook of her neck.
Lena felt the frantic hammering of his heart against her back.
For a long time, he only breathed against her skin.
Then, he whispered hoarsely in her ear, “I’m sorry.”
The words were so quiet she almost didn’t hear them.
She tried to turn her head, but his arm held her in place.
“For what?”
“For… that. For being so rough.” He inhaled shakily.
“I swear, the way that man touched you… I just… Fuck, Lena…
please don’t do that to me again…”
“Alex.” She shifted under him, wincing at the pleasant soreness between her legs.
“Don’t.”
He finally lifted his head, rolling onto his side to look at her.
His blue eyes were stormy, filled with a conflict new to Lena.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t apologize.” She traced the line of his jaw.
“It’s exactly what I wanted. Every bit of it…” She swallowed.
The memory of that first thrust flashed in her mind, and she unconsciously bit her lip.
He searched her face for a lie but found none.
“It’s different for me,” he stroked her hip.
“That wasn’t… I’ve waited long for this, Lena. Dreamed of it. It’s not a quick fuck I want. I want to take my time with every edge, every curve. Worship you properly.”
A slow smile spread across her lips.
“So worship me.”
He returned the smile, but it was edged with a renewed hunger.
He leaned in for a kiss which was deep and slow and a contrast to the fury of minutes ago.
“Stay here.”
He stripped off the last of his clothes.
Lena took hers off as well, leaving only the pasties, because she wanted him to peel them off with his teeth.
His naked body was a sculpture of muscle and power in the bright lights.
He walked to the bar cart, poured two fingers of amber liquid into glasses, and brought them back.
“Nice ass by the way,” she flirted, taking one glass from him.
They drank in silence for a moment.
Lena leaned back on one hand and kept her legs wide open as she downed the last of her whiskey.
Meanwhile, Alex followed her every movement like she was the only thing in the world.
He restrained himself from looking at her stretched hole, and his resistance was visible because his penis was erect once again.
“The first time you thrust into me…” a glint of wickedness flashed in her eyes as she trailed her hands down her body, straight to her open sex, knowing Alex would have no other options than to look.
“…I thought my spine was gonna break… ahh…” she moaned as she thrust two fingers in.
“I’m so sore from just one round… and I’m aching for more again…”
Alex slapped her hand away from her pussy.
“You don’t have to tell me. I said I wasn’t done with you. You still have a lot of work to do… if you want my cum in that slutty cunt of yours.”
Those filthy words heightened her desire.
She attempted closing her legs and rubbing them together for some friction, but Alex stopped her with two fingers straight into her cum-filled hole.
“Mmm… Alexi…”
He grabbed her neck and leaned over her to kiss her lips.
Lena lost herself in the warmth of his kisses, still keeping her legs open for him to finger-fuck her as he saw fit.
Her arms ran through his bare back as his lips moved down her neck, her shoulder, her right breast.
His teeth held onto a corner of the pastie and peeled it off, dragging some flesh with him.
“Ahhhhhh,” she cried out, but the burn was quickly replaced with pressure as Alex sucked on her exposed tit.
“Lexi…” she moaned, fondling his hair at the nape.
“Fuck!” he growled.
“Moan my name like that again and I will cum all over your sexy thighs.”
He withdrew his fingers that had a mix of her cum and her arousal, then rubbed it all over her right tit.
He picked up his previously abandoned whiskey, took a mouthful but didn’t swallow it.
Instead, he took her smeared tit in his mouth with the whiskey, some of the liquid dropping onto her skin.
“Now I think I want to drink your cum and whiskey everyday,” he grinned in satisfaction.
He took another mouthful, and this time, he settled between her legs, sucking as much of her cum as he could with the whiskey.
With two fingers, he spread apart her pussy lips, his own lips parted at the immense beauty of what was before him.
“You are so fucking pretty, you know that right?” His head dipped, licking a path up her slit to her clit.
She shuddered beneath him, more wetness gushing out.
“Tell me I have the prettiest cunt you’ve ever seen.”
“Pretty is an understatement…” he dove in again, licking up the remnants.
The depravity, the intimacy, left her shaking beneath him.
His tongue moved in long strokes before focusing on her clit.
He pulled back, raising two fingers, and she opened her mouth without hesitation.
He slid two fingers inside, and she sucked on it like the good girl she was.
“Because… because I took you so deep.
Because I came for you!”
“That’s not enough.” He sat up, his cock resting against her thigh.
“Nancy used to take me deep. She came for me.”
Lena’s defiance sparked.
She sat up too, facing him.
“Nancy never let you fuck her in a room like this. She never wore your claim over her crotch while grinding on another man just to see you lose your mind. She never tasted herself on your fingers and begged for more.” She leaned forward, her breasts brushing his chest.
“I’m not her. I’m better. I’m everything she wasn’t. And I deserve every drop of you because I’m the only one who can handle it.”
His eyes darkened, a flicker of approval in their depths.
But his voice remained stern.
“You’re also a brat who disobeyed.
You touched yourself without my permission in the car.
You teased other men.
I should deny you.”
“Please don’t,” she whispered, her hand reaching for him, stroking his length.
He grabbed her wrist.
“No. Not yet.” He pushed her onto her back.
“You’re banned from coming until I say so.”
He kissed her, while his hand found her clit.
He rubbed it with a relentless pressure that built the ache to a screaming peak within seconds.
“I can’t… Oh, baby…
I’m gonna…”
“No.” His thumb pressed harder.
“Hold it. If you come without my permission, I won’t give you my cum tonight. I’ll paint your skin with it and send you home empty.”
The threat was agony.
She tried to focus on his face, on the feel of his cock against her thighs, anything to distract from the unbearable tension coiling in her belly.
But his fingers were too skilled.
“Please… let me come… I’ll be good… I promise…”
“Tell me how you like my cock.”
“It’s… it’s perfect,” she gasped.
“So thick… fills me up… the head… so sensitive…” The pressure became too much.
Her body betrayed her.
A sharp, gasping cry tore from her throat as a helpless orgasm rippled through her, unstoppable.
He immediately withdrew his hand.
She lay there, panting, tears of frustration in her eyes.
“I couldn’t hold it…”
“Disobedient girl,” he said flatly.
He reached for a condom from the drawer.
“No!
Alex, please… I’m sorry…”
“You don’t deserve it.” He rolled the condom on with intentional slowness.
“But I’m still going to fuck your brains out…”