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“I love you, Layla. “Alex confesses, his soft gaze on mine and his hands caressing my skin.
My stomach flips, and my hands become clammy as I release a shuddering breath over his tempting lips.
Damn it all. My mind, soul, and heart scream at once.
I dive in and press my lips to his mouth. His surprise is reflected in his unsure hands and still lips, but that doesn’t make me retreat.
I shift in his lap to straddle this giant man and show him what his words have done to me. The restraint I had on myself has snapped into pathetic pieces, leaving my desire running wild for him.
I kiss him quickly and hard, but he doesn’t respond. When I am out of breath, which is faster than I anticipated, I pull back and peer into his surprised eyes.
“Do what you promised. “I breathe.
His eyes darken. After a moment, I am slammed into his bed, and he hovers above me in all his alluring glory.
“Show me how you want to cherish my pretty body. “I whisper. Alex kisses my neck.
“Show me how I own you.” I moan, throwing my head back as he trails quick, wet kisses down my throat.
He groans low in his throat and rips my shirt apart because he can’t wait, just like I can’t wait for him to be inside me. We are like animals again-wild in heat, wanting to become one and part of each other only to join harder.
I don’t even notice when my bra goes missing. His lips close around my nipple. He licks, sucks, and then bites hard. My legs part for him, allowing him to settle between them. He makes my legs widen more to accommodate himself and feel my drenched core with his clothed cock.
In a haze of lust, he removes my clothes, kisses, and bites every inch of my neck, my shoulders, and my boobs.
His naked body hovers above me, his dark eyes staring into my soul while mine tear up unexpectedly. He presses his lips to my forehead, trying to calm me down.
“I am so scared,” I tell him honestly.
“Of my cock?” He murmurs over my skin, trying to ease the atmosphere.
“No. of you.” I sniffle, hooking my legs around his waist and feeling his erect cock over my slit, sliding up and down gently.
“I won’t hurt you again. “He makes it sound like a promise.
“How do I trust you?” I whimper, my hips bucking to get more of his cock over my slit.
“I will earn your trust, Layla. I don’t know how yet, but I will make you trust me.” He grabs his cock and rubs it between my folds roughly and grunts.
My hips sink into the bed, the pleasure driving me insane and hot in the guts. “What do I do right now? How do I sp- -spend this time with you without trusting you?”
He pauses, and the tip of his cock slips a little inside me. I moan, shaking my head. Desperately, I need more. Now I know what it feels like to have him inside, filling me to the brim and driving me to the edge of both pleasure and pain, and I can’t stop myself from wanting this strong man.
After the initial pause, Alex flips our bodies. He falls on the bed and pulls me atop his body, his cock brushing my slick core and coaxing another moan out of my lips.
“If you don’t trust me, own me. Do whatever you want with me. “His eyes flash a brighter shade of silver as he growls dangerously.
The muscles in my stomach and thighs quiver. Having him under me is a new form of euphoria. It’s like I have all the control over him, but his hands are still free. I swallow and look at his hands.
He pulls them above his head and cups the back of one in the other. I shudder and shake over him, hardly making sense of things in my lust-riddled brain.
“What are you suggesting?” I bite my lower lip, watching his bulging muscles.
“I won’t touch you or do anything. You can have your way with me.” He says, his eyes raking my naked body and lingering on my boobs and hard nipples.
“Full control?” I sneak a little forward to have his standing cock brush over my wet pussy lips.
“You own me, Layla. You have everything you want right underneath you.” He grins lazily.
My heart knows no bounds. Something strong invades my soul, accompanying the powerful lust. I love this man so much. And here he is, giving me free reign over him when I am sure he has never done this before in life.
I lean back on my toes and watch his cock, which is dripping precum. My mouth waters as a memory filters through my mind.
Without giving it much thought, I bend down and lick the tip of his cock. He groans, and the muscles of his stomach become tense. I place my hand on his lower abdomen to feel the things I do to him.
My mouth parts, and I bob my head down, just taking a little of his cock in. My lips stretch to their limits, making my jaw ache.
I suck.
“Layla.” He moans my name.
I take him deeper.
“Fuck, Layla. Your mouth is made for my cock. “He praises but doesn’t buck his hips to force his cock down my throat. The unexpected restraint makes my insides warm up.
I suck his cock, slow and sloppy, and never take him too deep. He verbalizes how good it feels with each lick of my tongue and each bob of my head.
My core throbs with need. I whimper and straddle him again. His cock curls towards his abdomen, displaying a sexy sight.
My eyes travel to his flushed face, sweaty bangs, and eyes that are drowning in need for me. He is like this for me. Only me.
I look up at his hands to find his fingers clenched tightly. Letting me take control must be hell for him.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I set my slit over the base of his cock and slide all the way to his tip.
“Torture, Mio Tesoro. Fucking torture. Take me inside you.” Alex hisses under his breath.
“You said I can do what I want. “I remind myself, and my lips tip up.
His eyes darken, but he doesn’t say anything. I slip back and forth over his cock, rubbing my pussy over it and leaving my juices coating that considerable length.
Pleasure coarses through my insides, making my thighs clench. It’s so easy to reach a high when his cock is rubbing my clit so good.
I groan and come over to his cock without taking him inside. My body arcs, my head tilts back while my breathing shudders. When my walls clamp shut tightly, the emptiness inside unsettles me.
I can’t be satiated unless he is deep inside my walls.
“Fuck me, Alex.” I plead, my thighs too weak to keep me up. My hands rise high to his chest, and I dig my nails into his skin.
“Please. Fuck me.” I whimper, and the next moment, I am back on the bed, and he slams his cock deep inside my sensitive walls.
We fuck like the world is ending. His cock hits my cervix with every thrust, pushing me to the limits of pain and a stingy pleasure that leaves my lungs aching for oxygen.
His lips map my skin, leaving red marks all over me while I bite his shoulder and his arms to reciprocate the animosity.
He is mine.