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    He reached down and picked them up, bringing the damp fabric to his nose and inhaling deeply. “You smell incredible. His eyes closed briefly as he savored my scent. “I’ve been wanting to taste this sweet pussy since the first time I saw you in that tight skirt at the office.”

    My face flushed with embarrassment and arousal as he tucked my panties into his pocket.

    “I’m keeping these,” he said with a wicked grin. “A souvenir of the first time my wife got wet for me.”

    “Alex, I protested weakly.

    “Shut up and lie back on the couch,” he ordered, his tone brooking no argument.

    I did as hemanded, lying back against the cushions. Alexander knelt between my legs, pushing my dress up to my waist to expose mepletely.

    “Your pussy is fucking perfect. Pink and swollen and so wet for me.”

    His thumb brushed lightly over my clit, making me jerk and gasp. “Sensitive, aren’t you?” He did it again, harder this time, drawing a moan from me.

    Without warning, his hand came down hard on my exposed pussy, the sharp p making me cry out in shock and pleasure. The sting radiated through my core, setting my nerve endings on fire.

    “Did you like that?” he asked, rubbing the spot he’d just struck.

    “Yes, I admitted, surprising myself.

    He pped my pussy again, harder this time. I yelped, my back arching off the couch.

    “Your clit gets harder when I spank this pretty pussy,” Alexander observed, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb. “You fucking love it.”

    Before I could respond, he lowered his head and licked a long, slow stripe from my entrance to my clit. I cried out, my hands flying to his hair.

    “Oh god!”

    “Mmm,” he hummed against me. “Tastes even better than I imagined.”

    His tongue circled my clit before sucking it between his lips. The sudden pressure made me buck against his face.

    “Alex! Fuck!”

    He pulled back slightly. “Hold still or I’ll stop.”

    I tried to control my movements as he returned to his task, his tongue expertly teasing and tormenting me. He alternated between broad strokes and pointed flicks, never giving me enough consistent pressure to push me over the edge.

    “Please, I begged, my fingers tightening in his hair. “Make mee.”

    “Not yet,” he said, delivering another sharp p to my pussy that made me jerk and cry out. “I want you desperate first.”

    He resumed licking me, this time adding a finger that slid easily into my wet channel. I moaned as he curled it, finding that spot inside me that made my vision blur.

    “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, adding a second finger and stretching me wider. “Can’t wait to feel this pussy squeezing my

    cock.

    His fingers pumped in and out while his tongue focused on my clit, building me higher and higher. Just as I was about to fall over the edge, he pulled back again, leaving me trembling and frustrated.

    “You fucking asshole,” I gasped.

    Alexanderughed, rising to his feet and pulling me up with him. “Inside. Now. I’m going to fuck you properly in a bed the first time.”

    He practically dragged me through the house to the master bedroom, stopping asionally to push me against a wall and kiss me roughly, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

    In the bedroom, he spun me around and unzipped my dress with one quick motion, pushing it off my shoulders to pool at my feet. I stood before him in just my bra, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

    “Take that off too,” hemanded, nodding at my bra.

    I reached behind to unhook it, letting it fall to join my dress on the floor.

    His thumbs brushed over my nipples, sending shocks of pleasure straight to my core. Then he pinched them hard, making me gasp and arch into his touch.

    “You like a little pain with your pleasure, don’t you?” he asked, twisting my nipples until I whimpered. “Your pussy gets wetter when I hurt you.”

    “Yes,” I admitted breathlessly.

    Alexander pushed me back onto the bed, towering over me as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. His muscled chest was magnificent.

    He unfastened his shorts and pushed them down along with his boxers, his cock springing free. It was even more impressive standing before me than it had been in my mouth, thick and long and already hard again.

    He moved to a nightstand, opening a drawer and pulling out a condom. “Are you on birth control?”

    “Yes, the pill.”

    “Good.” He tore open the condom packet. “But I’m still using this. I don’t fuck raw until we’ve both been tested.”

    I nodded, oddly touched by his responsibility despite the crudeness of his words.

    “Can I?” I asked, sitting up and reaching ifor /ithe condom.

    Alexander handed it to me, his eyes watching intently as I rolled it down his length. His cock twitched in my hand, and I couldn’t resist giving it a few strokes.

    “Eager little thing, aren’t you?” he said with a smirk. “On your back. Spread your legs for me.”

    I did as hemanded, lying back and opening my thighs wide. Alexander knelt between them, his cock in hand as he rubbed the head through my wet folds.

    “You’re fucking soaked,” he groaned. “All this for me?”

    “Just shut up and fuck me,” I demanded.

    His hand cracked across my face in a light p that shocked more than hurt. “Don’t tell me what to do. I’m in charge here.”

    The unexpected p sent a fresh wave of wetness between my legs. Alexander noticed, his smile turning predatory.

    “You liked that too? Fucking hell, you’re perfect.”

    He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed forward slowly, the thick head of his cock stretching me painfully.

    “Fuck!” I gasped, my hands flying to his shoulders. “You’re too big.”

    “Rx,” hemanded, not stopping his steady press forward. “Your pussy can take me. It was made for my cock.”

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