Lured into Love (Blossom in Winter #2) - Melanie Martins Page 0,137
and forth over him with more insistence. My hips take over and start rocking into his, meeting each thrust. He shuts his eyes, his brows creasing from the pleasure while I keep the cadence, steadily moving over his cock. His hands leave my butt cheeks to cup and fondle my tits. His touch only makes me wilder, and I speed up the pace, bouncing my ass up and down his shaft, which slides so smoothly inside me now. And for the first time, I hear the headboard slapping against the wall. Jeez! My jaw drops at the sight, and I reach for my mouth to cover my gasp.
“Keep going…” Alex growls just as fast, throwing all my worries out the window. And as I do so, each thrust bringing us closer to a shuddering climax. From my tits, one of his hands moves higher. And I can tell by the frantic way he grips my throat and the guttural sounds coming from him that he’s getting closer. Fuck, I’m gonna make him come under me, and the thought of it drives me insane. There’s something extremely sensual and empowering about it. He adds some pressure on my neck, but just enough to leave me in a trance, somewhere far away in the clouds. “Harder…” His demand sounds nearly like a scolding, causing a flood of wetness between my thighs, and I speed up my pace, bouncing my hips more aggressively, consumed with the burning desire to take him to new levels of gratification. “That’s it,” he growls under me. “Fuck yeah.” I shut my eyes, as I can’t shut my mouth—I need it open to breathe and moan. His groans are the best melody and the best incentive to make me do things I’d never do sober. “Ahh…” They are nearly as loud as the sound of the headboard crashing against the wall with each of my thrusts. But I don’t care, I keep riding him until he gives me what I want. “Ahh…”
I’m so high on lust right now that it feels like my pussy could break apart. “Oh fuck…” The words roll off my lips, and I realize they were loud enough for him to hear.
“You love riding my cock, huh?” he asks, loosening his grip around my neck, but his hips keep moving and matching my bounces.
My cheeks flush at his blunt question, and since I’m rendered totally speechless, I just nod in return. “Say it.”
“Yes, I do.”
“You do what?” And I know he wants me to explicitly say those words. Alex has got a morbid pleasure for making me say things I usually wouldn’t dare say out loud. “Petra,” he snaps, and my attention shifts back to him.
“I love riding your…” I don’t think I have the strength to say the rest out loud, but he stops moving in displeasure, and I can’t fathom disappointing him. “Your cock,” I say it, most likely for the first time in my life. Jeez, my profs at Loyola would shake their heads in disappointment at my vulgarity. But better them than my fiancé. “That’s the first time I’ve said the c-word out loud.” I think that was worth telling him.
A pleasant smile charms his lips, and his gaze lingers over me before locking with mine again. “What a good girl you are when you comply.” His hands reach down to cup my ass, and he starts pounding me deeper and faster, taking control over the rhythm and over me. “Tell me, little Petra, you want me to come inside you?”
“Oh jeez…” His questions are driving me to the edge, and I’m close, so damn close, to come. “Oh, Alex, please.” I don’t even have air to argue my case. My breathing is ragged, and my thighs quiver as he goes even harder. “Ahh…” My mouth remains wide open to moan, the sensation of his cock twitching and then throbbing taking me to oblivion, and my flesh tingles with rapture. “Ahh…” Then I hear him grunting in bliss, and I explode around his cock just as he releases his warm orgasm inside of me. Being able to make him come under me is so powerful, but also way more demanding. I collapse onto him, burying my face in his pillow. Despite his thick liquid oozing from me, I remain still, focused on regaining my breath. Alex leans over just enough to kiss my temple, while his hands rub my back in circular movements. Then I feel his hand reaching down