Dangerous Temptations(36)

Both of my hands were flat on each side of him, holding me up while he  pushed two fingers inside. My hips bucked in response, loving how deep  and fast his fingers worked. I closed my eyes and moaned, giving into  everything his body gave me. I couldn't fight it any longer, couldn't  deny how my body craved his just as much as he craved me.

"I hope you don't have any personal attachments to these," he said just  as he pulled on each side of my panties, tearing them in half and  ripping them off.

"Well, I definitely don't anymore." I smiled down at him as his hands  gripped my hips and pulled me down to him. It took a moment for my body  to adjust to his size, but it was the best painful satisfaction I've  ever experienced, and I accepted it willingly. "Oh my god … " I breathed  out, my walls stretched and fully taking him in. He filled me so deep, I  was almost afraid to move.         

     



 

"Fuck," he hissed, his eyes closing on contact. "Christ, Mac … " I moved  my hips, his body joining in the rhythm as we formed a pace. His hands  moved to my ass, squeezing, scratching, spanking. My hips ground fast  against him, harder. I could no longer control the moaning or panting as  I screamed for more.

"Alex … yes … oh my god … " I panted, the explosive sensation almost unbearable. I wanted more. I begged him not to stop.

"Baby, I never wanna stop … fuck, this is too good. You feel so damn  amazing," he reassured, moving his hands to my head and pulling me down  so our lips collided. I could feel the intensity building up inside me,  the pleasure about to erupt as our bodies continued its fast and deep  pace. Screams and pants escaped my throat as I rode out my orgasm, his  body continuing to fill me as I shook intensively.

I was about to collapse on top of him before he gripped my hips and  flipped us over, keeping our bodies locked together. He spread my legs  wider as he lay on top of me, pushing deeper inside.

"Oh my god … " I moaned in surprise, my head falling back onto the mattress.

"You didn't think I was done with you yet, did you?" he mocked in sheer amusement.

"From the way my body felt the next morning, I should've known," I  teased, earning a smirk right back at me. I knew that look-his infamous  shit-eating grin. He was just warming up.

He gripped the back of my thighs, bringing my hips off the bed and  closer to him. I needed to hold on to something, anything, but I could  barely control my breathing to grab onto him.

"Fist the sheets, baby," he ordered, slowing his pace. "Grab ‘em. Don't let go."

I did as he said. He squeezed my thighs together, my legs sticking  straight up in the air by his face. He pushed them toward my chest just  as he pushed deeper inside me. He was so deep, I could barely breathe,  but I welcomed the most delicious, agonizing pleasure I've ever felt. I  gripped the sheets so hard, I could feel my knuckles turning white, but I  didn't care. He felt incredible, and I never wanted him to stop.

"Alex … yes … " I moaned, feeling the intensity build up again. I was so close, my body aching for relief.

As he thrust his hips into me deeper-faster, harder-he set me over the  edge. I squeezed my hands in the sheets as I screamed out his name,  panting and moaning.

"God … holy … " I couldn't form a sentence, nor could I even think of one  anyway. My body felt painfully numb, but in the best way possible.

He released my legs, letting them fall on each side of him. He leaned  over and captured my mouth, taking all the air I had managed to inhale.  "You're a little out of shape," he teased, biting down on my lower lip.

I shot out a short laugh and pressed my lips to his once more. "I guess I'll need a bit more training."

"I think that's something we can work on. However … " He released my  swollen lips and kissed down my jawline and neck. "I'm still not  finished with you, sweetheart. Not even close." A wicked grin spread  across his face.

I shook my head, but he ignored it. I gripped my fingers in his hair,  halting him to stop, but he barely flinched. "I wouldn't do that if I  were you," he warned, sending a thrilling shiver down my spine.

"I-I just don't know how much more my body can take," I tried to explain, but his mouth and body kept moving down.

"Well … why don't we see then?" I could hear the electric amusement in his  voice. He lifted his head just enough so I could see him wink in  return. I was doomed. I was so fucking doomed.

He kissed down my chest and sucked on both nipples, rotating between  them as he rubbed and squeezed. His hands on me felt so good, so  natural. I loved that my body was exposed to him, completely and fully  for him.

"Alex … "

"Not yet, baby."

His mouth trailed down my stomach until he reached my hips. He brushed  his lips lightly over my pussy, just barely touching but just enough to  drive me crazy. He blew air over the exposed slickness that was aching  for him to touch.

He licked down my slit, sucking up my arousal and finally bringing his  mouth down on me. His tongue worked me, bringing me back to panting and  gasping for air. He added two fingers, twisting and grinding deeper  inside me.         

     



 

"Ah, yes, god … yes … " I screamed, pulling at my own hair. I didn't know  what else to do anymore. I could barely control the way my body  responded to him. The intensity, the pace, the way he owned my body. It  was so much.

As he continued-his tongue, his fingers, his mouth-all formed a rhythm until I screamed out his name and came in his mouth.

"Christ … you taste incredible when you come, Mac. I swear, nothing even  compares to it." I heard his words, but I was panting, unable to  respond.

I watched as he wiped his mouth, coming up to lie next to me. He was  still rock hard, and I wondered how he'd been able to hold off for so  long. He leaned over and kissed me, gently and slow. My body was  humming, adrenaline finally taking over and giving me the energy I  wanted.





I LOWERED MY arm and palmed his cock in my hand, still hard and thick. I  rubbed up and down the slickness-a combination of the both of us.

"I meant it when I said I'd be putting your ass to better use." He did  say that on our first night. It was hot then, and it's even fucking  hotter now.

A shiver ran down my body at his demanding tone. I loved it when his voice went deep-gravelly and hoarse.

I continued stroking him, challenging his words. "Mac … " he warned, a smirk forming on my lips.

"You need it," I assured him. "That has to be painful by now."

"Nothing with you would ever feel painful, baby."

"Then let me." I gripped him harder, stroking and twisting my hand up and down his length.

He covered my mouth again, but this time it was eager, needy. His tongue controlled mine, stroking fast and deep.

He sat up and before I could grasp what he was doing, he flipped me over  on my stomach. My hands splayed flat on the mattress as he kneeled  between my legs, drawing my hips toward him. My ass was pressed against  his erection as he rubbed a hand up my spine, pushing my shoulders down  to the bed.

"Gorgeous … " I heard him say. "So fucking gorgeous like this, Mac." He  leaned over me kissing down my spine, my waist, and settling on my ass.  His hands glided up and down my back, landing on my hips as he pulled me  onto his cock, teasing and torturing as he slowly thrust in and out.

I arched my back, pushing my ass out further for him. I was aching,  dripping wet for him and the longer I waited, the more I craved. He felt  so good, my walls tightly gripping him as he fucked me from behind. He  was rough, greedy. Moaning, panting, screaming-the only things I could  hear between our bodies coming together, molded and secured as one. It  was almost too much-too much to feel, too much to crave, too much to  need.

I knew being with Alex was going to change my life now, but I was no  longer scared. The risk of feeling this strongly for another person was  worth it all. I hadn't realized it before, but I realized it now.

I'd never be the same again.

"Mac … Mac … " he growled in pleasurable agony, thrusting deeply once more  before releasing inside me. I screamed and moaned with him, my body  tightening as we came together.

He rolled me over and towered over me, cupping my face in his hands and  staring down at me. His eyes expressed a mixture of satisfaction and  fear … I knew, because I was feeling the same way. He brushed his lips  against mine, slow and soft, finalizing what we both knew-this was it.  No more fighting, denying what we have, no more secrets, no more  pretending we didn't happen.

Facing William would be hard, but it was the right thing to do. Telling  him the truth, everything-that'd be the most painful. But I knew my life  with William was over.