Alexi starts pushing into me, quick hard thrusts once he knows my body has accommodated to fit him, and he doesn’t hold back. He fucks me hard, uncontrolled passion as he pushes his weight down on me and finds my wrist with his own hand, pushing one arm over my head and holding me taut, so he can control how deep he hits my core. I claw at his shoulder and cling to him with my free arm, trying to get him as bodily close as I can. I want to taste every inch of him as I lick at his throat, his jawline and capture his lips for another scorching make-out session. I bite on his lip harshly, holding on for dear life and moaning as he screws me with a force that has us both panting and gasping for breath. His bed squeaking and creaking under the effort and I swear it might collapse.
It’s not slow or even adventurous by any means. It’s more of a burning need to quickly be consumed, and as he impales me harder, bodies getting clammy with exertion and grunts and groans start overtaking the air. My legs are wrapped around his waist as he pounds me into complete submission, amid pants and pleasure squeals.
I start coming undone equally fast. Missionary position, at it like horny teens who are trying to annihilate one another with brute forced sex, but it has to be one of the best moments I have ever had in my life. He is hitting the very best spot inside of me over and over and I can feel the warmth of my body soaking him with the evidence.
Alexi grabs my free flailing hand when I try to hold onto something as waves overtake me, sliding his palms to both of mine and interlacing our fingers as he pins my hands on the bed on either side of my head. Pushing and thrusting and climbing with me as he lifts himself up, so we are nose to nose.
‘Cum for me baby. I want you to take me with you.’ He breathes in my face, pulling my eyes to his as we lock on and the gaze intensifies how good it feels. Having those soulless grey eyes almost overcome with pupils in the darkness of his room, something sizzling between us as I pant and try to stay with him. I don’t want to look away. I love his eyes, I always have, and right now, they are the doorway to heaven as he makes me climb higher.
He continues to push me to that high goal of an explosion, not slowing his thrusts or the force of how hard he’s hitting me inside. It’s beyond crazy good and I swear I may never walk again after this, but it will be so fucking worth it. Alexi is an actual porn star in the making, and I have never known sex could be this amazing.
I arch, my body meeting his off the bed and crumble in a scream of ecstasy as everything inside of me combusts in one showering star-strewn moment of an explosive orgasm. It comes so fast I don’t have much of a build-up, and as much as he tries to keep my face to his, he has to let me go as my limbs spasm and my body convulses around him.
He doesn’t stop, pushing through it so that it drags out and lingers, bringing my pleasure past the point of human capability, and all I can do is cry out and scream his name as my body soaks around him satisfyingly. He finds his release in my exaggerated climax, gripping my hands tighter so there is a second of brutal crushing of my little digits, and shudders along with me. Finding his own orgasm inside of me and igniting a tiny trail of ongoing convulsions between my thighs and up my lower abdomen to fade out the most mind-blowing thing that has ever happened to me. That was a fifteen plus on the orgasm scale by any standards.
The last waves of heavy breathing and panting as he slows to a complete stop, before collapsing on top of me and stills us finally. A clammy pair of bodies in a heap, glistening in the dull light, still intertwined and connected as he catches his breath.
It was fast … hard … sexy as hell, and right now my body is tingling from my toes to my scalp in the aftereffects of almost being torn in two in the best way. My inner thighs are drenched with the evidence of combined pleasure as he slides out of me gently. I know I should get up and clean myself up before we soil his black bed sheets, yet I literally cannot move. My entire body dies a death from utter sedation from being so completely satisfied. My legs shaking with it.
Alexi is panting as he lets me go and rolls off me to slump on the bed beside me … both breathing like we have run a marathon, facing the ceiling in the darkness as we lie apart and try to regulate our breathing and body heat. I am sweating like a pig, way too hot even though I am lying naked and my body is zinging all over. There’s isn’t a part of me that is not singing from his attentions.
‘Holy shit.’ It’s all he mutters in a very satisfied sexy and husky tone before he leans in, kisses me on the temple quickly and then gets up to slide off the bed, before heading to his bathroom and shuts the door. I guess he has the sense to get cleaned up, seeing as there must be a hell of a lot if how it felt was anything to go by.
I take a moment to bask in the carefree moments of sated completion. My body feels whole and my mind and heart are still and content. First time that’s ever happened in my lifetime. My sexual cravings of the last months finally met; my heart and body playing a crescendo in the aftermath.
Just for a moment. A little carefree, no reality check just yet, second of my calm and guilt free mind.
tiny pause of
me harder than hard. I swallow and focus my eyes on the roof over me as my heart plummets and nausea begins to swirl at
Alexi fuck me …
to the table, in a relationship that only knows destruction at its
What have I done?
again. I crossed that line to sex and I just opened the door to his ability to fuck me up all over again. It hits
I learn
myself that when it came to sex he
before! When I stupidly thought it wouldn’t change anything and
and the realisation that he will destroy me all over again
more all-consuming and much deeper than I ever thought it could go. He’s fed it somehow; nurtured and made it grow, all while I was telling myself I didn’t care about him. He’s swept me off the rug once more and manipulated and manoeuvred me into a place
stay
with the real fear of what I just started. It hits me at full pelt, my body weakening as sweat creeps down my spine and I look to his bathroom door nervously. The only bright light in the room is coming from the
leave my underwear behind, find my dress on the floor where he left it and pull it over my head in a hurry. Mind in chaos as my throat dries out and tears sting at my eyes. Heart catapulted
can’t hurt me again. Get out of his reach … out of his grasp … out of his city this time. Go
can’t and won’t let him mess with my head all
my neckline and I gawp at it in horror, pulling it open instinctively and throw it on the table as though it has burned me. A symbol of his
wooed me this time, didn’t force his control on me. He was clever, pulled me close and let me fall
… now, fast. Before it starts and I’m
gets inside my mind and I become a willing prisoner so easily. I have no defences once I know he’s inside of me and now he has all the upper hand. Sex showed him that I still want and need him. It’s all he needed
drag myself to my room, grabbing shoes and my bag in blind-eyed desperation, furiously trying to gather my wits as I clutch my things to my chest and head back out as quickly as I can. I start running for the apartment door, refusing to look
his club back. He can take everything as long as I get to go and get to
chest as my body flushes with cold fear and I yank
to see him standing at his bedroom door in a pair of boxers, looking at