Sofia can’t stop thinking of Alex, her boyfriend’s son.
Chapter 4: The Text Message
I jolted awake with a sharp gasp, my chest heaving as if I’d been running for miles. Sweat glistened on my forehead and between my breasts. My heart hammered violently against my ribs, and my pussy was soaked, throbbing with desperate, shameful need.
The dream had been brutally vivid.
In it, Alex had me bent over the gala bathroom counter again, slamming into me from behind while I was on the phone with Marcus. “Tell him,” dream-Alex had growled, his thick cock stretching me mercilessly. “Tell your boyfriend whose cock is ruining this greedy little cunt right now.” I had moaned into the phone, voice breaking, “It’s your son, Marcus… Alex is fucking me so much better than you ever could…”. In the dream-Alex laughed darkly and called me his “pathetic, cheating whore,” spanking me hard as I came violently around him.
The filthy words still echoed in my ears.
*What the hell has gotten into me?*
I sat up in bed, breathing hard, thighs pressed together against the aching wetness between them. My nipples were painfully hard, and my entire body felt like it was on fire. I reached over instinctively, but the other side of the bed was cold and empty. Marcus was in Florida for the weekend, performing a high-profile surgery. The empty space where my perfect, loving boyfriend should have been felt like a silent accusation.
Guilt crashed over me. Marcus — the man who worshipped me, who was talking about our future and possibly a proposal — was working to save lives, and here I was, dripping and desperate from dreaming about his son degrading me.
Tormented, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. My hands trembled as I opened the message thread from the gala. The last text from Alex glowed on the screen:
Alex: You looked so fucking good with my cock inside you.
Before I could stop myself, my fingers flew across the keyboard.
Sophia: Hi, I was just thinking about you. How are you doing?
I stared at the innocent-looking message for a long minute. *What the hell am I doing?* This was dangerous. This was reckless. Marcus deserved better. I was supposed to be in love with him.
Yet my pussy clenched again at the memory of Alex’s voice in the dream calling me a “pathetic cheating whore.”
With a frustrated sigh, instead of sending it I set my phone face-down, and tried to go back to sleep. But rest wouldn’t come. My body stayed restless, burning for something I knew I shouldn’t want.
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The next morning, sunlight filtered through my apartment windows as I sat at my kitchen counter with a steaming cup of coffee. My hair was still messy from the sleepless night. I opened the unsent message again. It still looked harmless enough on the surface.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I hit send.
My heart raced as I waited. A few seconds later, my phone dinged.
Alex: I’ve been thinking about you too. Do you want to come over to my place and talk?
A traitorous smile spread across my lips despite the guilt twisting in my stomach.
Sophia: Yes.
He sent the address. It was only a fifteen-minute walk away.
I stared at my phone, pulse quickening. I knew I should delete the thread and block him. Instead, I stood up, already mentally choosing what to wear.
I was falling deeper into something I wouldn’t be able to escape.
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The late November air was crisp and biting as I walked the fifteen minutes to Alex’s brownstone. I had dressed carefully — a soft cream cashmere sweater that hugged my full breasts and dipped into a flattering V-neck, dark high-waisted jeans that clung to my curves, and sleek knee-high leather boots. A long camel coat and thick cream scarf kept me warm while still looking undeniably sexy.
My heart pounded harder with every step. *This is just talking,* I kept telling myself. But my body still burned from that filthy dream.
Alex opened the door looking unfairly handsome in a fitted black sweater and dark jeans. His green eyes lit up with clear hunger when he saw me.
“Sophia,” he said, voice warm and low. “You actually came.”
“Sorry if I’m interrupting anything,” I replied with a nervous smile. “You don’t have any women here, do you?”
He chuckled and stepped aside to let me in. “I did. But I sent them away the second you texted.”
I wasn’t sure if he was joking. I chose not to ask.
He moved behind me and slowly slid my coat off my shoulders, his body dangerously close. His fingers brushed the nape of my neck, sending electricity down my spine. I could smell his rich, woody cologne.
“You look fucking incredible,” he murmured, eyes tracing the way my sweater clung to my chest. “That sweater is doing dangerous things to me.”
I laughed softly. “It’s just cashmere.”
“It’s not the sweater. It’s you in it.” He hung up my coat and led me into the open kitchen and living room.
The brownstone was stylish and mature — dark hardwood floors, leather sofas, striking modern art on the walls, and tall bookshelves filled with real books. But as I looked around, something felt off. There were no photos of Marcus anywhere. No father-son pictures. No family portraits. The absence was strangely loud.
“Sit,” he said, gesturing to the island. “I’m making you breakfast.”
Alex moved around the kitchen like a professional chef. When he set a beautiful plate of eggs Benedict with smoked salmon in front of me, I took my first bite and let out a genuine moan.
“Oh my god, this is delicious,” I said, eyes widening. “Alex, seriously. This is restaurant-level good.”
He grinned, clearly pleased, and sat down across from me.
We ate in comfortable silence for a moment before I spoke again. “You really know your way around a kitchen. I’m impressed.”
“My mom taught me everything,” he said, his voice shifting slightly. “She made sure I could take care of myself. Dad was never around. Always ‘working’ at the hospital.” He used air quotes, his tone turning bitter. “Or at least that’s what he told us.”
I glanced around the room again, confirming what I’d noticed earlier. “I noticed you don’t have any photos of the two of you.”
Alex gave a short, humorless laugh. “Why would I? He missed most of my life. Sports games, graduations… everything. And I’m pretty sure he was cheating on my mom the entire time they were married.”
The words landed heavily. I set my fork down. “You can’t be sure of that, Alex. Marcus isn’t like that. He’s a good man.”
Alex met my eyes, his expression hard. “I can still smell her perfume on him when he came home after being ‘at the hospital’ for days. Different scents every few months. Mom would cry at night when she thought I wasn’t listening.”
The resentment in his voice was palpable. I reached across the island and placed my hand over his.
“I’m really sorry you went through that,” I said softly. “No child should have to see their mom hurt like that. You didn’t deserve any of it.”
We were leaning closer now, the breakfast forgotten. Alex looked down at my hand, then back up at me. The air between us thickened instantly. He turned his hand over and laced his fingers with mine.
“You’re too good for him, Sophia,” he said quietly, voice rough. “Too sweet. Too beautiful. He doesn’t deserve you.”
“Alex…”
He cupped my face with his free hand and kissed me.
The kiss started slow and deep, but quickly turned hungry. His tongue claimed my mouth as he pulled me closer. I melted into it, gripping his sweater, heat flooding between my legs as his hand slid into my hair.
When we finally broke apart, both breathing heavily, Alex rested his forehead against mine.
“I’ve wanted to do that since the gala,” he whispered. “Even though I know I shouldn’t.”
We barely made it out of the kitchen.
Alex pulled me gently but firmly toward the living room, kissing me again — deeper this time, more possessive. His hands roamed down my sides as he backed me toward the large leather sofa. My head was spinning. Every logical part of me screamed that I should stop this, but my body refused to listen.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured against my lips, his voice low and rough. “I’ve been thinking about peeling this sweater off you since you walked through the door.”
He didn’t rush. Instead, he took his time, slowly sliding his hands under the hem of my cashmere sweater. His fingertips brushed against my bare skin, teasing, savoring. My breath hitched.
“Alex…” I whispered, but there was no real protest in my voice.
“Tell me to stop if you want me to,” he said, eyes locked on mine as he gradually lifted the sweater higher. “But I don’t think you want me to stop, do you, goddess?”
I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I raised my arms, letting him pull the soft fabric over my head. My full breasts, barely contained by my delicate cream lace bra, spilled into view. Alex’s gaze darkened with hunger.
“Fuck, look at you,” he breathed, running his hands reverently over my waist and up to cup my breasts. “These tits are perfect. So full and soft… I’ve dreamed about them.”
My cheeks flushed hot, but instead of covering myself, I reached for him. Between heated kisses, I tugged at his black sweater. Alex helped me pull it off, revealing his toned chest and defined abs. My hands explored his warm skin greedily as we kissed again.
He unbuttoned my jeans with deliberate slowness, his fingers brushing against my lower stomach, teasing the edge of my panties.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this,” he whispered, kissing along my jaw to my neck. “How many times I’ve gotten hard thinking about the way your body felt in that bathroom. The way you moaned for me like a dirty little secret.”
I shivered at his words. I pushed his jeans down his hips in response, my fingers trembling with need. He kicked them aside, standing before me in just black boxer briefs, his cock already hard and straining against the fabric.
Alex hooked his fingers into my jeans and slowly slid them down my legs, dropping to one knee as he helped me step out. He looked up at me from the floor, green eyes blazing.
“Goddamn, Sophia,” he said, voice thick with lust. “Look how perfect you are. These hips… this ass…” His hands gripped my thighs, sliding upward to squeeze my ass cheeks. “You’re built to be fucked. To be worshipped.”
I pulled him back up and kissed him hard, our nearly naked bodies pressing together. Skin against skin. Heat against heat. My hands roamed over his chest and back as he reached behind me and unclasped my bra with one smooth motion. The lace fell away, freeing my breasts.
Alex groaned softly, cupping them immediately, thumbs circling my hardened nipples. “These are fucking beautiful. So sensitive…” He leaned down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, making me gasp and arch into him.
Between wet, desperate kisses, I hooked my fingers into his boxer briefs and pushed them down. His thick, hard cock sprang free, heavy and flushed. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking slowly, earning a deep groan from his throat.
“Keep touching me like that and I won’t be gentle,” he warned, voice dark and promising. He hooked his fingers into my soaked lace panties and slowly dragged them down my legs, leaving me completely naked before him.
For a long moment, Alex just looked at me, drinking in every curve.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” he said, almost reverently. “And right now… you’re all mine.”
He pulled me close again, our naked bodies flush, his hard cock pressed against my stomach as he kissed me with raw hunger.
I knew I was crossing the point of no return.
And in that moment, I didn’t want to turn back.
Alex’s hands gripped my hips, pulling my naked body tighter against his. His thick cock throbbed hot and heavy between us, pressed against my stomach. He kissed me deeply, then pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his voice low and rough with desire.
“I can’t stop thinking about that pretty mouth,” he murmured, running his thumb across my swollen lower lip. “The way it looked wrapped around my cock in the bathroom… how eagerly you sucked me. How fucking perfect you were when you swallowed every drop.”
His words sent a fresh rush of heat flooding between my thighs. The memory made my pulse throb. I felt myself getting even wetter.
“I loved it,” I whispered boldly, surprising myself. “I loved sucking your cock.”
Alex’s green eyes darkened instantly, pure lust flashing across his face. “Yeah?” His voice dropped even lower. “You like being my good little slut, don’t you?”
The word *slut* sent an unexpected thrill through me. I nodded, biting my lip.
“I’m hungry too,” he growled, a wicked smile curving his lips.
Before I could respond, he lifted me effortlessly and carried me to the bedroom. He laid back on the large bed and pulled me on top of him, guiding me into position.
“Straddle my face, goddess,” he ordered softly. “Let me taste that sweet pussy while you wrap those pretty lips around me again.”
My heart raced as I turned and positioned myself over him, my knees on either side of his head. I leaned forward, my full breasts brushing against his abs, and took his thick cock in my hand. It was rock hard, veins pulsing, the head already glistening with precum.
At the same moment, Alex gripped my ass and pulled me down onto his mouth.
“Oh fuck—” I moaned loudly as his hot tongue dragged slowly from my entrance up to my swollen clit. He licked me with long, hungry strokes before sucking my clit into his mouth.
I leaned down and took him between my lips, moaning around his thick shaft as I sank lower. The taste of him made me even more eager. I bobbed my head slowly at first, taking more of him with each pass, while Alex devoured my pussy with growing intensity.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he groaned against my soaked folds, the vibration shooting pleasure through my core. “Suck my cock like the perfect little slut you are. Just like that… deeper, baby.”
I whimpered around him and took him further, relaxing my throat as I tried to swallow more of his length. The position was incredibly intimate and filthy. His tongue pushed inside me, fucking me in shallow thrusts before returning to circle my clit with devastating precision.
“You taste so fucking good,” he growled, his hands kneading my ass. “So wet for me already. This pussy is dripping down my chin, you greedy little slut.”
His dirty praise made me suck him harder, hollowing my cheeks as I worked him with my mouth and hand. The room filled with wet, obscene sounds — my muffled moans around his cock and the slick sounds of his tongue feasting on me.
Alex spanked my ass lightly, then harder, making me cry out around his shaft. “That’s my girl. Keep sucking me just like that while I eat this pretty pussy.”
The pleasure was overwhelming. I rocked my hips against his face, grinding my clit against his tongue as I bobbed faster on his cock. My thighs began to tremble. I could feel my orgasm building rapidly, especially when Alex sucked hard on my clit and slid two thick fingers deep inside me, curling them perfectly against my g-spot.
“Mmmph!” I moaned loudly around his cock.
“Cum for me, slut,” he commanded, voice rough with lust. “Cum all over my tongue while you choke on my cock.”
The combination sent me crashing over the edge. I screamed around his thick shaft as my first orgasm ripped through me. My pussy clenched and pulsed violently against his tongue.
Alex tightened his grip on my ass and kept going.
His tongue continued lapping at my oversensitive pussy with long, greedy strokes, sucking gently on my swollen clit before thrusting back inside me. The overstimulation hit me like electricity.
“Ah— fuck! Alex!” I cried out, the sound muffled around his thick cock still filling my mouth.
My legs began shaking uncontrollably on either side of his head. I tried to lift my hips, but he held me down firmly, refusing to let me escape the overwhelming pleasure.
“Too much— oh my god—” I moaned desperately around his shaft, the vibrations making him groan beneath me.
“You’re not done yet, my little slut,” he growled against my dripping pussy, voice dark with lust. “I’m not stopping until I’ve had my fill. This pussy is too sweet to let go.”
He sucked harder on my clit and pumped his two fingers faster, curling them relentlessly against my g-spot. My entire body jerked and shuddered. I could barely focus on sucking him as wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure crashed through me. My moans grew louder and more broken around his cock, saliva dripping down his shaft as I struggled to keep rhythm.
Alex’s hips started thrusting up gently, fucking my mouth in shallow strokes while he devoured me.
“Fuck, listen to you moaning like that around my cock,” he rasped. “Such a greedy slut. You love this, don’t you? Love being on top of me, shaking while I eat this pretty pussy.”
My thighs quivered violently. I couldn’t come down from the high. Every lick, every thrust of his fingers sent fresh sparks shooting through my overstimulated body. My second orgasm was building fast — terrifyingly fast.
Alex’s breathing grew ragged beneath me. “I’m gonna cum, baby,” he groaned. “Your mouth feels too fucking good.”
I pulled off just enough to gasp, my voice hoarse and desperate. “Me too— I’m gonna cum again! Alex—!”
“Then cum with me,” he commanded, burying his face back between my thighs and sucking hard on my clit while his fingers drove deep.
The orgasm slammed into me like a freight train.
I screamed around his cock as my second climax exploded through my body. My legs shook violently, thighs clamping around his head as my pussy gushed against his tongue. At the exact same moment, Alex groaned deeply and thrust up into my mouth, flooding me with thick, hot ropes of cum.
I swallowed frantically, moaning and whimpering as I took every drop while my own orgasm tore through me. The combined sensations — his cock pulsing on my tongue, his mouth still devouring me — left me completely lost in pleasure. My body convulsed above him as I milked him dry.
Only when both our orgasms finally began to fade did Alex loosen his grip on my hips. I collapsed forward, panting heavily, my cheek resting against his thigh as the last aftershocks rippled through me.
Alex kissed the inside of my thigh softly, his voice low and satisfied.
“Good girl… such a perfect little slut for me.”
I lay collapsed on Alex’s chest, both of us breathing hard. He wrapped his strong arms around me and gently rolled us so we were facing each other. His touch instantly softened.
He cupped my flushed face and kissed me slowly, deeply. When he pulled back, he smiled against my lips.
“I can still taste myself on your tongue,” he murmured, voice low and intimate. “And you can taste yourself on mine, can’t you?”
I blushed but nodded, licking my lips. The filthy, intimate mix of our flavors made something deep inside me melt.
Alex continued kissing me — soft, reverent kisses on my forehead, my closed eyelids, my cheeks, then back to my mouth. His hands caressed my body with surprising tenderness, stroking down my back, over the curve of my waist, and along my hips like he was memorizing every inch of me.
“You’re so beautiful when you let go like that,” he whispered between kisses. “The way you shook for me… the sounds you made… I could do this for hours. I love seeing you like this. Open. Real. Mine.”
His words wrapped around me like warm silk. In that moment, under his gentle touch and sincere gaze, I felt truly seen. Cherished. Even loved.
We stayed like that for several long minutes, tangled together, trading slow kisses and soft touches. But Alex’s body had other ideas. I felt his cock steadily hardening again against my thigh, thick and insistent.
I let out a soft, breathless laugh. “You’re insatiable,” I teased, nipping at his bottom lip.
Alex grinned, his green eyes sparkling with heat. “Only for you, goddess. I can’t get enough of you.”
He kissed me once more, then pulled back slightly. “Do you want some water?”
I smiled and nodded, suddenly realizing how thirsty I was.
Alex slid out of bed. I followed him, unable to resist watching as he walked completely naked toward the kitchen. Fuck, he looked incredible — broad shoulders, muscular back, tight ass, and powerful legs. His body was carved like stone, every muscle taut as he moved.
I leaned against the counter as he poured me a cold glass of water. After I drank deeply, I set the glass down and looked at him with dark, hungry eyes.
Without warning, I placed both hands on his chest and pushed him backward toward the wooden dining chair near the table. Alex let me guide him, a wicked, knowing smirk on his face as he sat down.
His cock stood straight up, thick, veined, and rock hard again.
I straddled him slowly, my knees on either side of his thighs. I looked down between us, watching as I hovered over his impressive length.
“I’ve been wanting this,” I admitted, my voice flirty and breathless. “I’ve been craving you inside me again.”
Alex’s hands settled on my hips, but he didn’t pull me down. He wanted me to take control.
“Then take it, baby,” he said, voice rough. “Show me how badly you want my cock.”
I reached down, wrapped my hand around his thick shaft, and slowly guided the head to my soaked entrance. I teased myself for a moment, rubbing him against my slick folds, before sinking down onto him.
“Oh my god…” I moaned as he stretched me open, inch by thick inch. The feeling was incredible — full, deep, and perfect. I rocked my hips as I took all of him, savoring every ridge and vein as my pussy gripped him tightly.
Once he was buried to the hilt, I paused, forehead pressed to his, breathing shakily.
“Fuck, you feel so good inside me,” I whispered, beginning to roll my hips in slow, sensual circles. “I needed this. I needed *you*.”
I began to move, rolling my hips in slow, sensual waves. I kept him buried deep inside me as I rode him exactly the way I wanted.
My full breasts pressed flush against his hard chest, my sensitive nipples dragging against his skin with every rock of my body. His hands roamed slowly — one sliding up and down my back, the other gripping my hip, his fingers gently stroking my skin as if encouraging me to take everything I needed.
“Tell me what you want, Sophia,” he murmured against my lips, voice low and husky. “Don’t hold back. I want to hear it.”
I moaned softly, my hips rolling deeper, grinding my clit against his base with every stroke.
“I want you,” I whispered breathlessly. “I want this cock so badly…”
Alex’s eyes darkened. He kissed me, then pulled back just enough to lock eyes with me.
“Surrender to me, baby. Let go completely. Tell me how much you need it.”
His words unlocked something inside me. My movements grew bolder, more desperate. “I need you, Alex… God, I need this so much. I’ve been aching for you.”
“That’s my girl,” he groaned, kissing me deeply as I rode him. “Keep talking. Tell me how much you want me.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I moaned, my pace increasing. “Even when I know I shouldn’t… I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me. I need this.”
Our foreheads pressed together, eyes locked in intense connection. Our breaths mingled in short, desperate pants. The air between us felt thick — charged with something far beyond just sex.
My moans grew louder, turning into sharp cries as pleasure coiled tighter inside me. My back arched deeply, pushing my breasts harder into his chest while my hips moved faster, taking him with raw need.
“I’m so close—” I whimpered.
“Cum for me,” Alex urged, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of my neck. “Look at me when you do. Let me see it.”
Our eyes stayed locked as my orgasm crashed over me. My back arched violently, my entire body igniting as waves of intense pleasure ripped through me. My pussy clenched and spasmed wildly around his thick cock.
“Alex—!” I cried out, eyes never leaving his. “I want this so much… I need this… I’m falling for you, Alex. I’m falling so hard it scares me.”
The raw honesty in my voice pushed him over the edge.
Alex kissed me hard, possessively, as he thrust up into me. “I’m falling for you too, Sophia,” he rasped against my lips. “Harder than I should.”
With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, pulsing thick ropes of hot cum deep inside me as he held me tightly. I kept rolling my hips, milking every last drop while my own orgasm continued to pulse through me.
We stayed locked together — foreheads pressed, eyes still connected, breathing ragged. The intensity of what we had just shared lingered in the air, wrapping us in something deeper and more dangerous than either of us had expected.
Alex stroked my back tenderly, kissing me softly as we both came down from the high.
“Fuck, Sophia…” he whispered against my lips. “What are you doing to me?”
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We stayed locked together long after our orgasms faded.
Alex remained buried deep inside me as I sat in his lap on the wooden chair, our bodies pressed flush, skin slick with sweat. He kissed me slowly and passionately, like he couldn’t bear to let the moment end. His hands stroked my back and hips with lazy affection while I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, kissing him back just as deeply.
Time seemed to disappear.
Eventually, my stomach let out a loud, embarrassing grumble. I pulled back with a shy laugh and glanced at the clock on the wall.
“Holy shit,” I said, eyes widening. “It’s 2 o’clock. We’ve been making love for almost half a day.”
Alex chuckled warmly and kissed me again, smiling against my lips. “Best half-day of my life.”
A light giggle escaped me. The nervous anticipation I had felt walking to his door that morning had completely vanished. In its place was something warmer and more dangerous — a deep sense of comfort and belonging. Being here with him, naked in his arms, felt strangely… right.
Alex brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, his green eyes soft. “Let’s get some food in you, beautiful. I know a great little café just around the corner. Their sandwiches are incredible.”
We showered together quickly, stealing more kisses under the hot water, before getting dressed. I put my cream sweater and jeans back on while Alex wore a casual black button-down that looked unfairly good on him.
The little café was charming and cozy, with exposed brick walls, warm lighting, and small wooden tables by the windows. We sat close together, our thighs pressed under the table, flirting shamelessly the entire time.
Alex kept finding excuses to touch me — brushing his fingers along my arm, tucking my hair behind my ear, feeding me a bite of his sandwich. I leaned into every touch, feeling bold and giddy.
“You keep looking at me like that and we’re not going to make it back to my place,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.
“Maybe that’s exactly what I want,” I replied with a playful smirk.
Our waitress, an older woman with a kind smile, came to refill our waters and paused, looking at us fondly.
“You two make such a cute couple,” she said warmly. “The way you look at each other is adorable.”
I blushed deeply, my heart skipping. But Alex didn’t miss a beat. He slid his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer, playing the role perfectly.
“Thank you,” he said smoothly, then turned and kissed me right there in public — slow, lingering, and just possessive enough to make my pulse race. His hand rested on my thigh under the table as he deepened the kiss for a few heated seconds.
When he finally pulled back, I was breathless, my cheeks flushed pink. I liked this far more than I should have. Being on his arm, being claimed by him like I was truly his girlfriend… it felt thrilling. Intoxicating.
I leaned in and kissed him again, softer this time, playing along with a shy but happy smile.
The waitress chuckled and walked away, leaving us alone with our secret.
Alex looked at me with dark, heated eyes, his thumb stroking slow circles on my thigh under the table.
“You have no idea how much I like this,” he whispered. “You on my arm. Looking like you belong to me.”
My heart fluttered dangerously.
I was starting to like it too.
The walk back to Alex’s brownstone crackled with tension. Our hands kept brushing. We stole kisses every few steps. The second the front door clicked shut behind us, our passion exploded like wildfire.
Clothes were torn off in a frenzy between desperate kisses. Alex shoved my coat off while I ripped at the buttons of his shirt. Hands were everywhere — gripping, squeezing, pulling. He pinned me against the wall for a moment, kissing me hard, before we stumbled toward the bedroom, shedding the rest of our clothes along the way.
This time was rougher. Wilder.
The moment we reached the bed, Alex spun me around and pushed me down. I willingly dropped onto my elbows, arching my back and pressing my face into his pillow. It smelled just like him — dark, masculine, and intoxicating. I pushed my ass high in the air, completely surrendered.
“Ass up, just like that,” he growled, running his hands over me. “Such a good little slut for me.”
I moaned at his words, pushing back against him desperately.
Alex gripped my hips and slammed into me in one brutal thrust.
“Oh my god—!” I cried out as he stretched me wide open.
He immediately set a punishing pace, fucking me hard and deep. His thick cock slid in and out of my sensitive pussy with long, powerful strokes. Every thrust made my breasts swing heavily beneath me. The wet, filthy sound of his body slapping against mine filled the room.
“Beg for it,” he demanded, bringing his hand down hard on my ass.
Slap!
“Please— harder!” I moaned, voice breaking. “Fuck me harder, Alex. I love how deep you are. Please don’t stop!”
He spanked me again and again, each sharp smack making me cry out and clench around him. My moans turned into loud screams as pleasure overwhelmed me. I was completely lost in him — in the raw dominance, in the way he owned my body.
Alex reached around and rubbed firm circles on my swollen clit while continuing to rail me mercilessly.
“Cum for me, baby,” he growled. “I want to feel this tight pussy gush all over my cock.”
The pressure became too much.
I screamed into his pillow as my orgasm hit with shocking force. My entire body convulsed. From deep inside me came a powerful, uncontrollable rush. I heard the loud gush of liquid flooding the bed beneath us.
“Fuck— fuck— fuck!” I cried out in panic. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry!”
My face burned with deep embarrassment. I had just squirted all over his sheets, and the shame hit me instantly.
But Alex didn’t pull out. He stayed buried deep inside me, holding my trembling body tightly as he gently rolled us onto our sides, moving away from the soaked part of the bed. He wrapped his strong arms around me from behind, spooning me protectively, his cock still nestled deep in my pulsing pussy.
“Don’t be embarrassed, baby,” he whispered soothingly against my ear, kissing my neck. “That was the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen.”
“Really?” I asked weakly, still flushed with shame.
“Definitely the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmured, slowly rocking his hips, gently fucking me in this new position. His cock nudged perfectly against my g-spot with every deep thrust. “I love fucking you, Sofie… I’m falling for you. Harder than I should.”
His words made my mind spin. Guilt and pleasure warred inside me, but every slow roll of his hips made the guilt drift further away. Another orgasm began building fast.
His hand slid up to cup and squeeze my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers while his lips stayed pressed to my neck, whispering sweet and filthy things.
“You feel so perfect… I love how your body responds to me…”
My moans grew louder, turning into desperate screams as he fucked me deeper.
“I’m falling for you too,” I gasped, twisting my head back to look at him. “I’m falling so hard it scares me, Alex.”
Our mouths crashed together. I pushed my hips back, rolling into every thrust. His hand kneaded my breast possessively while the other rubbed my clit.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned.
“Do it,” I begged breathlessly. “Fill me. Claim your girl. Prove to me you want to own me.”
With a deep groan, Alex buried himself as deep as possible and came hard, flooding me with thick pulses of hot cum. I cried out as my own orgasm crashed over me at the same time, my pussy milking every drop from him as we shook together.
We stayed tangled in that spooning embrace for a long time afterward, breathing hard.
Alex kissed my shoulder softly. “Will you sleep here tonight?”
I turned in his arms and kissed him deeply.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
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The next two days became an endless blur of passion. We fucked in every room of his brownstone — slow and tender one moment, rough and filthy the next — stopping only to eat, shower, and talk for hours. With every kiss, every touch, and every whispered confession, I felt myself falling deeper.
For those two days, the guilt and the outside world disappeared completely inside his apartment.