I sucked on his cock, it was warm and hot in my mouth, it filled me. I wanted the salty surprise at the end, I wanted his batter inside me. I wanted to drink the fluids of his fountain. I sped up my hand, stroking his cock and slid his head down my throat, gaging in the swollen helm of his mighty night. Fuck this was amazing!
"Wait!" He gasped, "Wait!"
I slid my mouth off him, "Yeah." I said through breaths.
"You're so beautiful," He said looking down on me, "I don't want you to be surprised – and I was close."
"Its okay," I stood up.
His hands touched me, running down my spine, tickling my skin. It found its place around my rear, cupping my cheek gently, pulling me towards him. I felt his member, moist with the liquid precum I had drawn from its tip, touch my stomach. A hand slipped through my hair as I was pulled into an embrace, feeling his rock-hard member throbbing against my skin, a hot wet tube threatening to explode between us.
"I have terrible fantasies," He whispered as he pushed his nose into the top of my head, sliding a hand down my back, "I wanted this so much – but I hated myself for it."
"Don't, it's all right."
"We can't undo this." I felt his hand touch my breast, his thumb tracing my scar.
"I would never want to."
I pulled his hand from my rear and stepped back, pulling my buttons apart. My dress fell to the ground exposing me, entirely to his site. My stomach already glinted in the light, as his precum reflected the light from it. He stepped towards me and I towards him. He grabbed my leg and lifted me from the ground.
His cock tantalized my entrance, as I wrapped my legs around him. His head pushed at the moist lips that dripped with juices of my soul. I let out a gasp. We spun around, my back pressed against the wall, the clock hanging above tipped off and clattered to the ground. Neither of us cared. Then he entered me.
Like a pulsating lion, his cock penetrated me, pushing my pussy aside to make way for his girth, filling me with hot, thick flesh and blood. I let out a cry. Fuck! The helm his cock sucked on my insides with every withdrawal and plunged into me with every thrust. His lips caressed my nipples – stimulating them. The ached with rigid tension, as his mouth closed around one, my back plastered against the wall. I screamed. Every sensation in my body opened. Every thrust brought waves of pleasure, warmth filling me like a kettle filling a cup.
I open my mouth to swear to the lord, but only a cry escaped. My moans hasten his pace – oh please don't stop! FUCK! The curses spilled from my lips between the moans his cock forced from my lips. Every moment he was in me was one of bliss. I pushed my hand against the wall, while my other clung to his shoulder, his hands were wrapped around my back, holding me above his thrusting member.
His paced quickened again. He began to grunt. I could feel the tip of his cock swell inside me, filling my pussy as the sound of my juice slurping his cock echoed. Fuck yes! I thought as he pounded away harder, groaning.
"Shit!" He gasped.
Then his cock erupted inside me. white thick things exploded into my vagina, filling me with warmth. He thrust again, crying out, [pressing me against the wall. I screamed as his cock exploded again, jumping about inside me. Each rope of milk ejected into me. He gasped again and thrust. I could feel the mix of his semen and my juice drip down my leg, as he pushed his shrinking head into me one more time. There, against that wall, in the living room, he filled me to the brim. Cum dripping from my pussy like honey from a beehive.
"Fuck!" He whispered.
LILA'S POV,
After seeing what Levi was doing with Hannah. She just felt broken and then decided to go look for Alexander so they could be hanging out together at least.
The halls of the Quinn mansion were unusually still that night, the kind of silence that pressed against your chest and made every step feel loud. Lila moved briskly along the polished marble floors, heels clicking softly, her heart thrumming with urgency. She needed to find Alexander. Something in her gut told her that tonight, more than any other, he needed someone to anchor him—someone to remind him he wasn't alone.
She paused outside his private quarters, listening. The faint hum of computers and the low, steady tick of the grandfather clock were all she could hear. Her instincts screamed that he wasn't here—or at least, not in the composed, untouchable state he usually occupied.
"Alexander…" she whispered, almost a prayer.
The door to his study was slightly ajar, a sliver of dim light spilling into the hallway. Lila's pulse quickened. She pushed the door gently and froze.
Alexander was there, leaning against the far wall, forehead pressed hard against the polished surface. His fists were clenched at his sides, veins standing out sharply. His body trembled slightly—not from exhaustion, but from the tension of frustration that radiated from him like heat.
"Alexander…" Lila's voice was soft, careful. He didn't move at first.