Page 48 of His Dark Pull
“Oh, Ava, you’re so fuckin’ wet.”His words are sending me over and beyond. I quiver as he slips two fingers inside of me and curls them. He keeps on going and going, faster and harder. He tongue-fucks me until I explode in a furry, a thousand splendid moons orbiting in my head.
I let out a big sigh as waves of pleasure pump through my veins, and I look at him. His eyes are big and luminous. He sticks his fingers in my mouth, making me lick each one of them. He then slips them in and out of my mouth as I pout my lips to accommodate him. “So fucking hot,”he growls.
“I want to taste you,”I say and gesture for him to meet my mouth. Eager for more, I can see how turned on he is, which feeds my arousal in return.
As he sticks his dick into my mouth, filling me up, he grunts a “fuck yes,”as his hand fucks my wet pussy.
This is heaven. Or hell, I’m not sure.
He fills my mouth, and he tastes delicious. He moves and out of me while I lick his length, sucking and tasting him. I let him go, “I want you inside me, now, and fuck me hard,”I moan, and he groans in return, his erection hitting my spot and easing into me, filling me to the brink.
“As you wish. God, you are so beautiful,”he murmurs in my ear, and he thrusts himself into me again and again. Harder and harder until his body becomes glistering and sweaty.
Oh yes. Hell yes.
He takes one of my nipples in his mouth and sucks, then does the same thing to the second one, simultaneously entering me hard. He knows what he’s doing. He always does.
His hands travel down from my chest to my waist, grabbing my hips and lifting me up to meet him, tilting me to allow him deeper access. His fingers dig deep into my skin as he devours me. I gaze up as he leans over me, and he watches me intently.
“Yes, Alexander, fuck me.”
“Yes, I will, you fucking perfect little thing.”
He slams into me again, and again and I am getting closer. His intense gaze never ceases to amaze me. The feeling of him inside me is exquisite, and the way we fit together is so perfect. He’s filling me up, his every slam into my wet pussy sending me away and beyond. He’s so good at this.
He pulls out agonizingly slow and turns me over. I am on my stomach, about to protest, but his hands pull me up by my hips, so I am on all fours. He slaps my ass and moves his hand up to my hair, grabbing it, tilting my head back. He runs a hand between my shoulder blades and down over my lower back, caressing my buttocks as he spreads my legs to each side. He gives me another spank, and I shiver, the excitement and the pain growing in my arousal.
“Oh, Ava, you are divine,”he moans as he enters me from behind, pulsing with slow, deliberate movements inside me. His two hands are placed around my hips, emphasizing the already perfectly synchronized motion of our bodies intertwined. He keeps the rhythm slow and steady, savoring me, savoring this, between us. I close my eyes and moan.
Then he takes one hand and runs two wet fingers over my tight little hole. I squeak with pleasure as he enters it.
“Ouch,”I pant as he starts moving in and out, but he doesn’t stop. It feels divine, and I’m so ready to explode all over him.
“I’m close, Alexander,”I call to him.
He accelerates his rhythm, pushing me higher and closer. His breathing intensifies, and so does mine.I’m close now, oh shit.His dick is filling me up, and his fingers are fucking my tight hole in and out in powerful thrusts. This is fucking divine. I’ve never felt such a pleasure before in my life.
Oh, this feeling.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Ava,”he pulls his fingers out of me as I squeak.
“I’m coming with you,”he groans low in his throat, his hand coming around my hips to play with my clit as he pumps into me.
“I love you, Ava,”he murmurs.
It all sends me over the edge as he continues to enter me a few more times. I can feel Alexander letting himself go as he empires himself in me and collapses onto my back. His breath is still heavy in my ear as I feel his body relax.
He caresses my cheek and pulls a few hairs back behind my ear.
“You’re everything to me,”he whispers as our bodies are one on the bed.
“I love you too, Alexander,”I say, meaning it with every ounce of my being.
Before we drift off to sleep he pulls me close, burying his face in my hair. “I hate this life, Ava,”he whispers. “I hate the secrets, the lies, the constant fear. I just want to be with you, to build something real. But I can’t escape the past. Not yet.”
Chapter 15
The Struggle