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M y words are like an accelerant, his eyes going dark with something I have never seen before, his fingers only working me faster, and all I can do is lean back and take it. When he kisses me again, his tongue is forceful, shoving into my mouth as his other hand pulls frantically at my bra straps, and I lean forward off the wall, helping him get it off. His tongue leaves my mouth, lapping at my skin as he trails down to my nipple, swirling over one then the other, and I moan even louder, only spurring him on more. He laps against each peak, licking and sucking, before grazing them with his teeth, biting down and no doubt leaving his mark.

When I moan again he pulls back with a satisfied smile, his eyes eating up my naked flesh, before he takes his free hand and grips my ass, storming us over to the bed. He drops down to his knees and splays me out on the edge, pushing me back a little until I am resting on my elbows. His hands are possessive as they spread my thighs open, my pussy his for the taking, as he rips off my panties.

His thumbs slide up and down my slick pussy, watching, completely mesmerized, and I blush at being so exposed to him. “Such a pretty little cunt, baby, and now it belongs to me,” he praises, his words paired with the massaging of my clit roughly, taking me right back to the edge until my whole body starts to shake. “I’m going to taste you until you are drowning me,” he declares, not giving a chance for his words to even settle over me, before he swipes the flat of his tongue up the length of my pussy, swirling my clit until he is the one who is groaning deeply. “Fuck, Trouble, I will never get used to how good you taste.”

His words are grunted right against my core, his warm breath ghosting over my lips before he dives in even deeper, feasting on me completely. Licking, biting, sucking, until I am panting and aching for him, and just when I think I can’t take anymore, he pushes down further and spears his tongue inside of me. His thumb takes over on my clit again, his tongue pistoning in and out of me, and the sensation has my muscles contracting in the pit of my stomach, my thighs clenching around his head.

My core is dripping with need for him and I pant his name in desperation, forcing him to bring his tongue back to my clit, as he pushes one of his thick fingers inside of me. My entire body constricts, clamping down on him and he groans again, watching him fuck his finger roughly into my pussy, the wet smack of his hand echoing around us.

“I’m going to break in this pussy and mold it to my fucking cock until you are dripping down it,” he commands, fucking me with his finger and tongue in tandem, until tears are staining my cheeks and I am a writhing mess beneath him. “Come on, baby, it’s mine, fucking give it to me,” he demands, the plea mixed with the biting and sucking of my clit until I feel like I am falling apart, and I explode completely.

“Alexander,” I cry, coming hard, gushing against his lips, as he laps at me greedily with deep, pleasured groans.

“That’s it, such a good little sinner, you come so fucking good for me.” His tongue doesn’t relent, still licking and sucking until my orgasm has been rung from every inch of me, and even then he doesn’t stop. Instead he pulls back, slamming my legs wide on the bed, spreading me with his fingers and spitting directly onto my clit, before plunging a second finger inside of me. “Your pussy’s so fucking perfect,” he grits, his voice strained, as he watches himself pump me, stretch me, and fuck I have never felt so full.

“Fuck me, Alexander, I want to feel you inside of me,” I beg, snapping his stare to mine, and his head tips back toward the ceiling, his fingers still fucking me.

“Fuck, Aubree, you have no idea what you fucking do to me, what you’ve been doing to me since the second I fucking saw you,” he groans, flicking his stare back down between me and his fingers. “I’ve never had an offer so fucking sweet,” he adds, still watching me as he picks up the pace of his fingers. “Are you sure?” he asks, the sincerity of his voice slicing through me.

He’s knuckles deep in my pussy, yet he would still stop if I asked him to. He’s fucking perfect.

“I’m sure,” I gasp, desperate to feel him inside of me. “Besides, I’m due my period, so if you don’t do it now, you’re going to miss your chance,” I add with a laugh, that quickly turns into another moan as he curls his fingers inside of me.

He rises up from between my thighs, leaning forward and dropping his free hand beside mine and kissing me roughly, never stopping the slamming from his fingers as he laughs. “Oh, Trouble, you’re going to bleed on my cock either way, so it makes no difference to me.” His words are laced in threat, and yet I have never been more turned on in my life.

I feel his cock against my thigh, hard and ready, and my hands rush to pull at his shirt, ripping it open, before I reach down and undo his jeans. The whole time his eyes remain locked with mine, his hands still playing my pussy like a fucking instrument he has mastered.

“Come for me, Trouble,” he begs, swiping his fingers across the front wall of my pussy, his thumb pressing into my clit until my second orgasm rips through me without warning. I scream against his lips, feeling like I’m losing my mind, and still he watches me, talking me through it. “That’s it, I want that cum all over my fingers,” he adds, the need in his voice so apparent that my hands claw at his neck, pulling him against me.

“Alexander, please, I need…” I pant into his mouth, my words trailing off, and I feel him smirk against my jaw.

“I’ll tell you what you need, Trouble,” he grunts, pulling back and rising to his full height, towering over me as he sucks his cum-covered fingers into his mouth. He moves to the other side of the room, pulling open a drawer in his desk, and when he turns back to me I see the stash of condoms in his hand. “You’re going to be a good little sinner and let me fuck you, aren’t you?” he asks smoothly, discarding his clothes the rest of the way and strolling toward me in all his naked glory.

“I’m always good and do as I’m told,” I rasp, leaning up to watch as he makes his way back to the bed, pulling off my own clothes as we watch one another.

His cock is long and thick, jutting out from his body and begging for attention. His tip is glistening in anticipation and I feel my throat go dry, desperate for another taste of him, but that’s for another time. There is only one hole I am taking him in today, and he knows it.

“Oh, I hope that’s true,” he replies with that same damn smirk that always gets me. The one with the flirty slant, that tells everyone he can have anything and anyone he wants, and when I am spread naked and dripping on his bed, I can’t even deny it. I hate it and love it at the same time. “Don’t look at me like that,” he adds in a pained whisper, stepping back between my legs. “I’ve already broken all your rules, and mine.” His words are said with that same lustful, flirty edge, and we both know how true they are.

He uses his teeth to rip open one of the condoms, tossing the others aside as if he thinks we will use them later, and I watch in awe as he rolls it down his significant length. Only then does he return his focus to me, his hands flying to my hips and flexing against my skin in desperation, gripping me tightly and lifting me, wrapping my legs around his waist and moving until he can sit with his back against the headboard.

My legs are straddled on either side of him and I look at him in confusion. “Put that pussy on me, baby.” He fists himself at the base, stroking his cock through my wetness until it’s coated, and then nestling it at my core. “Fuck me, use me, own me. I’m fucking yours.” His words have me slowly sinking down, the head of his cock pushing past my entrance making us both gasp, as his hands tighten around my hips once more. “Fuck, I think your pussy is the devil,” he hisses, holding me there with him only an inch inside of me.

“More, Alexander, I need more,” I cry, forcing myself further down his length, my plea turning into a choked gasp as he stretches me. It burns like nothing I have ever felt, and when I meet some resistance, he pauses me again, holding me in place as his stare searches mine.

“Do you want it slow and steady or…” he trails off, biting down hard on his lip, like this is killing him as much as it is killing me.

I lean forward, stealing his lips for another kiss, and pushing against the barrier inside of me, the one last thing keeping us apart. “Make it hurt, Prince Charming. I want the full Alexander Reign experience,” I breathe, and he groans into my mouth, lashing his tongue against mine, before pulling back and smirking.

“You asked for it,” he winks, before gripping my hips and slamming me down roughly on his cock, pulling a pained scream from the back of my throat as he tears through my purity. “Oh fuck,” he groans, leaning up and letting his teeth sink into my shoulder, as I feel myself trickle down his length.

It burns, stings, aches, the size of him is so potent it’s like I can feel him in my stomach, and he isn’t even all the way in. There is still another inch or two that I haven’t taken yet, and I am already shaking my head.

“I can’t take it,” I choke out, tears staining my face, as his tongue laps at the mark he has left on my shoulder, before he pulls back, his hand sliding up my chest and collaring my throat.

“I’ll tell you what you can take, Aubree,” he grits, using his other hand to slowly pull me back off his cock, before pulling me down again. “You’re going to fuck me, take every inch of my cock like it was fucking made for you, and you’re going to love every fucking second,” he demands, rolling his hips up and down, slowly moving me on his cock, allowing me to adjust to him, until I start meeting his thrusts with my own.

Only then does he allow me to take over and I slide down, burying him all the way inside of me for the first time, and I have to pause to catch my breath, swallowing his curse with my mouth. He is so fucking deep that I can barely breathe, barely feel anything other than the thick stretch of him inside of me. I raise back up, slowly, meticulously, letting myself feel every thick ridge of his length, coating him in my wetness, as fresh arousal spills from inside of me.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he groans, reaching out and gripping my ass cheeks, squeezing them both firmly, stilling himself inside of me, allowing me to feel his fullness, getting used to the sweet stretch of him.

My hands curl around his neck, toying with the hair at his nape as our eyes collide, and I begin to move slowly, arching my back and starting a sweet, rhythmic roll of my hips. His eyes are on mine, staring into my soul as I thrust back down onto him, fucking him ever so slowly, as he watches me move on top of him. When I start to get a little braver, my confidence growing with every hushed curse and praise that falls from his lips, I pick up the pace a little.

“That’s my girl, faster,” he grunts, spreading my cheeks and flexing his fingers, biting into my skin until I know there are indentations. “Ride me, Trouble, show me how fucking pretty you are when you bounce on my cock.”

I slam down onto him harder, biting my lip at the burn, before quickly moving back up, repeating the motion over and over with a roll of my hips. “Like this?” I pant in question, desperate to please him, knowing that just because it feels amazing for me, doesn’t mean it’s the same for him.

He’s probably fucked hundreds of girls, all of them more experienced than I am, so I want to be perfect for him.

When I roll my hips again, he brings his hand back to my throat, using his hold to pull me against his mouth. “Fuck yes, love, just like that. You’re the best thing I’ve ever fucking felt,” he grits, licking my lips before shoving his tongue in my mouth and kissing me breathlessly.

His praise is like a torch to my flame, making me desperate for more, as I start to bounce on his cock, the pain now a dull ache mixed with the yearning of needing more.

Every time I slam down, I feel myself getting closer, his tongue still fucking my mouth, and when I slam down one more time the pleasure building inside of me bursts.

“Squeeze my dick, baby,” he growls into my mouth. “I want to feel you fucking dripping on my thighs,” he hisses, dropping down and pulling my nipple between his teeth as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. “Fuck, you’re so hot and tight, and it’s all fucking mine. This body, this pussy, these fucking tits, fuck, I’m going to fucking worship you forever, baby.”

My body trembles, my orgasm ripping everything from me, as he continues to fuck me from below, my body a fucking slave to his every thrust. I feel him everywhere, all over me, inside of me, taking me, claiming me, owning me, and changing me forever.

Only when I stop shaking does he grip my hips again, holding me firmly, as he flips us over and slams my back into the mattress, his full weight on me, heavy and delicious. My legs fall apart and his hands roam my body in appreciation, before he is pulling all the way back to the tip and then slamming back inside.

“Oh my fucking god,” I gasp, the new angle taking me by surprise, and his hands splay across my waist, pinning me down even more.

“Not God, love, I’m your salvation.”

Words, simple words, and nothing has ever been more true.

Sex with him is beyond anything I ever could have imagined, and I never want it to stop. He stole me away that night in the bar, and he has been taking from me ever since. My friendship, my respect, my ring, my virginity, but as he moves inside of me, I know the true thing he stole is my heart, and I never want it back.