Olivia

    Alexander pulled me against him, his mouth crashing down on mine in a kiss that was all heat and hunger. I felt his erection pressing against my stomach through his pants, thick and hard.

    “These need to go, I mumbled against his lips, my hands fumbling with his belt.

    He helped me, shucking his pants and boxers in one swift movement. His cock sprang free, impressively hard and thick, the tip already glistening with pre–cum.

    Alexander pushed me backward until my legs hit the bed. I fell onto the mattress, looking up at him standing over me, his cock jutting proudly from his body. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly, teasingly pulled them down my legs.

    “Spread for me,” hemanded.

    I did as he asked, parting my thighs to give him a full view of my most intimate ce. The hunger in his eyes as he looked at me made me feel powerful rather than embarrassed.

    “Beautiful,” he murmured, dropping to his knees between my legs.

    “Then what are you waiting for?” I challenged, propping myself up on my elbows.

    Alexander’s lips curved into a predatory smile. “So impatient.”

    He lowered his head, but instead of diving right in, he pressed soft kisses to my inner thighs, working his way slowly- torturously–closer to where I needed him most.

    The first swipe of his tongue against my center had me copsing back onto the bed with a cry. Alexander groaned against me, the vibration adding to the sensation as he explored me with his mouth.

    “So sweet,” he mumbled against me, his hands gripping my thighs to keep me spread open for him. “Better than I imagined.”

    His tongue circled my clit before flicking rapidly over it, making my back arch off the bed. Then he moved lower, his tongue delving inside me before returning to that sensitive bundle of nerves.

    “Oh god, Alex, yes,” I moaned, my hands finding their way to his hair, holding him against me.

    He slid two fingers inside me again, pumping them in rhythm with the movements of his tongue. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pushing me quickly toward the edge.

    i“/iGonnae on my tongue?” Alexander asked. “Do it. I want to feel you.”

    His fingers curled inside me, hitting that perfect spot as his tongue worked my clit, and I shattered. My thighs mped around his head as waves of pleasure rolled through me, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm.

    “Fuck, Alex!” I cried out, my fingers twisting in his hair.

    He didn’t let up, drawing out my climax until I was gasping, my body hypersensitive. Only then did he pull away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he looked up at me with undisguised male satisfaction.

    “That’s one,” he said, climbing up my body to kiss me deeply.

    I tasted myself on his lips, which was surprisingly erotic. His cock pressed insistently against my thigh, reminding me that

    he wasn’t finished with me yet.

    “I need you inside me,” I whispered against his mouth, my hands roaming over his broad back.

    “How badly?” Alexander asked, teasing the head of his cock through my folds, coating himself in my wetness.

    “So fucking badly,” I admitted, rolling my hips to try to take him in. “Please, Alex.”

    He reached over to the nightstand, retrieving a condom. I watched as he tore it open with his teeth and rolled it onto his impressive length.

    “Tell me you want my cock,” he demanded, positioning himself at my entrance.

    “I want your cock,” I said without hesitation. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t remember my own name.”

    His eyes darkened at my words. “Fuck, Liv, the mouth on you.”

    Alexander pushed forward, entering me with one powerful thrust that had both of us groaning. He filled mepletely, stretching me in the most delicious way.

    “So tight,” he hissed, holding still for a moment. “You feel fucking amazing.”

    I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. “Move. Please.”

    He started slowly, withdrawing almostpletely before sliding back in, letting me feel every inch of him. The drag of his cock against my inner walls was exquisite, and I found myself meeting each thrust with a roll of my hips.

    “Faster,” I urged, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Harder.”

    “As my wifemands,” Alexander growled, increasing his pace.

    The sound of skin pping against skin filled the room, mixing with our moans and the asional creak of the bed. Alexander reached between us, his thumb finding my clit as he pounded into me.

    “You’re going toe again,” he stated, pressing down on the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Come on my cock, Liv.”

    His words pushed me closer to the edge. Thebination of his thick cock filling me and his thumb working my clit had pressure building rapidly in my core.

    “That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. “Let go for me.”

    I exploded around him, my inner walls mping down on his cock as pleasure ripped through me. I cried out his name, my back arching off the bed as my second orgasm washed over me.

    “Fuck yes,” Alexander groaned, his rhythm faltering as my body squeezed him. “So fucking good.”

    He flipped us suddenly, iso /iI was straddling him, his cock still buried deep inside me. My legs trembled from my orgasm, but Alexander gripped my hips, lifting me up and then pulling me back down on his length.

    “Ride me,” hemanded, his eyes dark with lust. “Show me how much you want it.”

    I braced my hands on his chest and began to move, finding a rhythm that had both of us moaning. In this position, he felt even deeper, hitting spots that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

    “Look at you,” Alexander said, his hands squeezing my breasts as I rode him. “Taking my cock so well. Your tits bouncing as you fuck yourself on me.”

    that had me clutching at his shoulders.

    “Use your words, Olivia,” hemanded, slowing his movements. Tell me how much you like it.”

    “I love it,” I panted, desperation making me bold. “Please don’t stop.”

    “Good girl.” Alexander rewarded me by curling his fingers against that sensitive spot inside me, making my thighs tremble. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

    His free hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my neck. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin there.

    “I want to taste you,” he growled against my throat. “Every. Fucking. Inch.”

    Before I could respond, he withdrew his fingers from me, bringing them to his mouth. My eyes widened as he sucked them clean, his gaze locked with mine.

    “Delicious,” he murmured. “But I need more.”

    In one fluid motion, he lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively, my dress bunched up around my hips, the thin fabric of my panties the only barrier between us.

    “Inside. Now,” I demanded, surprising myself with my boldness.

    His eyes darkened with desire. “Patience, Mrs. Carter.”

    Alexander carried me through the terrace doors, his hands gripping my ass firmly as he navigated through the house. My breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hardening against the fabric of his shirt.

    “Too many clothes,” Iined, tugging at his cor.

    “That can be arranged,” he replied, setting me down in the bedroom.

    I stood before him, my dress still hanging around my waist, breasts exposed to his hungry gaze. Without breaking eye contact, I pushed the dress down over my hips until it pooled at my feet, leaving me in just my panties.

    Alexander’s breath audibly caught. “Fuck, look at you.”

    I reached for him, fingers working at the buttons of his shirt. “Your turn.”

    He let me undress him. When I pushed his shirt off his shoulders, I couldn’t help but run my hands over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my palm.

    “Like what you see?” he asked.

    “You’re not bad,” I teased, even as my fingers traced the defined ridges of his abs.

    He caught my wrist, his grip firm but not painful. “Not bad? I think you can do better than that.”

    I tilted my chin up, meeting his challenging gaze. “You’re fucking gorgeous, and you know it. Is that what you wanted to

    hear?”

    “It’s a start,” he said, his free hand sliding around to cup the back of my neck. “But I’d rather hear you screaming my name.”