Author Anonymous_ A True Story - E.K. Blair Page 0,40
it.”
“I want you, Alec.”
Our eyes remain locked as we spit our explicit desires, overtaken by rapturous heat. Everything around me fades into delirium as I focus solely on Alec. His face contorts at the same time I feel the bites of ecstasy on my overly sensitive skin.
“Don’t let yourself go yet,” he demands. “I want you to watch me cum.”
I slow myself, withholding the orgasm that’s building in my bloodstream. I watch as Alec’s hand moves in rigid, erratic strokes along his thick cock while he stares at me intently. He bears down, gritting his teeth, and then grunts as he goes. His abs constrict tightly as streams of cum shoot onto his stomach. Every sound coming out of him dissolves all my restraint, and I don’t even wait for him to tell me to continue when I shove my fingers back into my pussy.
I never stop watching him as I eagerly work my body up to the knife’s edge, taking my other hand and rolling my fingers over my clit. My thighs quiver as my climax builds painfully slow and then erupts out of nowhere. The pleasure is beyond containment, and I pinch my eyes shut as I grind my hips into my hand, arousal coating my fingers as my body sweats through quakes of head-to-toe euphoria.
The moment the feeling begins to subside, I grow needy for more, fiending for the next fix like some insatiable junkie. Maybe I am. And there’s no doubt that Alec is my enabler as he encourages, “Don’t stop, Victoria. I want to watch you again.”
He drapes a sheet over his legs, grabs his computer, and sets it on his lap. His face is all that fills the screen as he watches me. I glance to the corner of the video chat box to see that no longer am I hidden from view as I’ve shifted farther away from the camera, revealing everything down to my hips. But I don’t care anymore, because I’m no longer me as I rub my clit and squeeze my breast.
“Talk to me, Alec,” I blindly request, craving his dirty words, words no man has ever used with me before. “Give me your voice.”
“Fuck, you look so hot right now.” His voice is low and guttural, coated thickly in voracity. “My cock is still rock hard. Watching you, listening to your sex-filled pants, if I were there I’d flip you on your stomach, yank your ass up in the air, and pound my dick inside your pussy.”
“Yes.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Mmmm.”
“You’re not so vanilla, are you, Victoria? You like imagining me fucking you like an animal, don’t you?” he taunts, and in this moment, if he were in this bed with me, I’d let him do just about anything to my body because I’m suspended so far above reality that I’m someone else entirely.
“Yes.”
“You like the thought of me fucking you like a dog?”
“Shit,” I blurt when my body peaks again.
My eyes fall shut as I ride out another intense climax while Alec continues his affliction of words. “I’d then shove my thumb into your ass, filling both your holes. I’d love to see how you’d squirm under my touch.”
I’m completely under his spell as his foul words fill the air around me, filtering in through my erotic moans. Alec never stops talking as I float through orgasm after orgasm, feeding my outrageous appetite. I never knew I was so starved until now—I could go all day.
Alec is a whole new experience, nothing like what I’ve ever had before. He’s unfiltered and raw, debasing me with his words that should offend me but don’t. Instead, they intoxicate me and leave me wanting more.
My body collapses in a heap of sweaty, tingly mush. I roll onto my side, facing the computer screen, and attempt to catch my breath. My damp temple lies on my arm while I, once again, look into Alec’s midnight blue eyes.
As I fall back down to reality, I fight the nervous giggle that threatens to escape. “That was slightly embarrassing,” I mutter as I cover my naked body with a sheet.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re so fucking sexy.”
“No.”
“If I tell you something, no matter what it is, don’t reject it as if it’s meaningless.”
Propping my head onto my hand, I stare at him, mesmerized in a way I can’t explain.
“What are you doing to me?” I ask, not really expecting him to respond, but he does.