The light click of the door as he closes it wakes me.
Alexander goes into the bathroom to take a shower. I try to fall back asle ep but I’m suddenly wide awake.
He’s not in there for long. The door opens and he climbs into bed next to me, ke eping a distance between us.
I don’t dare move. I’m frozen in place, but I can feel the heat of his body. It’s strangely... comforting.
His effect is se eping into me like a physical force. A warmth settles, that awareness of being watched. It
sprouts slow-moving tendrils that bloom through my body like hothouse flowers of sweet, ripe heat.
Whoa. A warm pulse centers in my clit and I can feel a slickness inside. My body is flaring with soft, tingling
need.
My eyes are closed. My mind is quiet. But my lust is vibrantly rampaging through my core, igniting me from
my thighs to my belly. I’m so wet, I can feel the trickle of moisture on the high skin of my inner thigh.
I’m listening to his breathing, which evens and de epens. Only then to I dare to very carefully turn, stealing a
glance at him in the moonlight.
His black hair is still damp, sticking up in silky disarray. His brawny shoulders are gracefully sculpted.
Muscular in a way that’s somehow ideal, like a work of art just crawled into bed with me.
I’m surprised to see that he has a tattoo on his chest. Of a dragon. I don’t know why, but this... charms me.
Alexander Maddox has layers I
didn’t know about. Hidden d epths to his character that intrigue me.
His face is peaceful. He looks younger in his sle ep. Relaxed. That visceral, male aggression that clings to him
is softer now, but the innate arrogance is somehow still there. In the curve of his mouth. In his strong features and
the stripes of his eyebrows.
I watch him sle ep for a few minutes, fascinated by his mesmerizing maleness.
I could touch him, with feather-light strokes across his shoulders. I could kiss his perfect mouth, like I did
earlier, when we were performing for the crowd. But this time, I could do it for real. And not because we have
anything to prove.
His chest is dusted with dark hair. The quilted six-pack of his abs is defined. A tantalizing trail of dark hair
disappears under the sheet.
It’s then that he stirs. He doesn’t wake, but his movement causes the covers to slip lower and... holy shit.
I can only stare for a few seconds. His cock is... huge. Like, freaking gigantic. And hard, even in his sle ep. It’s
sticking out of his boxers and it’s... wet. Glistening with moisture at the round tip.
I wasn’t expecting it to be so... appealing. So freaking mouth-watering. I have the craziest urge to lick it.
Do it. Lick that bead of wetness. Drink it. Suck on that giant manhood. Holy hell, my inner sex goddess is
totally out of control. I mentally discipline her by turning and laying on my side again, facing away from him,
grasping for self-control.
This is a fake date, I remind myself. Fake. Not real. But my body has a mind of her own. I’m so freaking
turned on, I squirm a little, trying to deal with it. My pussy is throbbing. My thighs are wet. My see-through
nightie is bunched up around my waist.
I close my eyes and try to meditate. To put the loudly echoing image of his giant glistening cock out of my
mind.
I take a de ep breath. And another one. That’s better. But my back arches a little, almost in voluntarily, like it’s
seeking him. Alexander sighs, and moves. He turns, laying on his side. Facing me. I freeze. Oh god oh god. Is he
awake? But his breathing de epens again.
God, he’s so close to me. That massive cock is right there. It’s sticking out of his boxers. It’s almost touching
me, skin to skin.
My back arches a little bit more and I feel a de ep warmth spread. My clit is pulsing. My inner muscles clench
lightly, wetting my pussy even more. I feel warm and ripe and greedy.
Oh god, I’m so close. I think I’m about to come. The hot, melting glow is honestly the most pleasurable
feeling I’ve ever had. It’s dark and sweet and I need it. I need it so much. I barely squirm and that’s when I feel it.
The brush of his hot hardness against my skin. I go very still. His breathing is faster now. I think he might be
awake. I don’t dare move.
But then the ache clenches again and I have to writhe. I’m going to come if I don’t do something.
I squirm and this time his hot, hard length presses against me. Oh. Oh my god. The pleasure swells. It’s about
to... overflow. I need it to. I need it more than I need to breathe. If I could just get a little closer... if it would just
touch me... right there. Alexander sighs a low groan. The head of his cock slides against me more strongly and I’m
so slick with moisture, he slides along my pussy, pressing.
God, this is way too much. It’s too fast. I should stop this. He’s very, very close to... oh my god.
I don’t even mean to do it. I don’t have full control of my own reactions. It’s like my hormones or instincts or
whatever have taken over and they want more of the giant hunk of man whose cock is positioned in a way that if I
move the tiniest, tiniest bit, he’ll be inside me.
My body moves, ind ependently of all thoughts, just the tiniest bit, and it’s enough. His hot, thick bulk is right
there, sliding against an insanely pleasurable trigger. I’m going to come. I’m coming.
I lose all sense of reason. The only thing I need is for his big cock to give me more of his pleasure-heavy
hardness. Thickness. Heat. He feels so damn good.
I arch again, so close, and the head of his cock slides just inside my writhing, slippery body.
His strong hand grips my hip, like he’s trying to warn me. “Ivy n —” “Please. Please.” I don’t want him to
stop. I’ll die if he stops. He’s stretching me, forcing his way inside, igniting a tidal wave of pleasure that makes me
rock back against him in a needy, silky rhythm. I arch against him, inviting more. He’s so big and I’m so tight but
so wet and nothing has ever felt this fucking good.
His cock slides even de eper and he groans. I arch back against him and my body opens to him as he drives
de eper. The pleasure reaches a wild peak, tipping me over into a rush of pleasure so extreme, I cry out. A molten
explosion of clenching rapture consumes me. The spasming waves milk his big cock lusciously, pulling him
de eper. Alexander grips me and thrusts into me. A thread of pain is engulfed by an even bigger wave of pleasure.
Oh my god. He’s all the way inside me. He’s fucking me with that gigantic cock and I’m going to come again.
Even harder.
His hand cups my breasts, one then the other, pulling the soft elastic of my nightie down over them, giving
him full access. His fingers squeeze my nipples, making me moan. His other hand slides down my stomach.
Between my legs. His fingers swirl around my clit and squeeze in sync with the play of my nipple and the thrust of
his impossibly huge cock. I can hear the wet thrusts as he drives de ep, impaling me, his thickness sliding de ep,
de ep inside, shattering me.
I lose myself completely. We’re rocking and bucking, gripping and fucking, mindless with it. I come again,
hard. The physical bliss swells and breaks through me in jolts of ecstasy that tug lovingly at his de eply-rooted
cock.
Alexander growls like a bear and I can feel the rushing flood of warmth inside me, filling me with milky,
lustrous heat.
It lasts a long time. The surge of his cock inside me throbs in perfect harmony with the fluttery clench of my
inner muscles around him. Our bodies are locked in a secret dance that holds and plays.
His big body is wrapped around mine. His still-throbbing cock is wedged de ep inside me. His overflowing
cum coats my thighs.
And I start to come down from the best feeling I’ve ever experienced in my life.
I don’t allow my brain to think, but the whispers knock on some door behind my sated endorphin rush. I just
lost my virginity to my fake date. I just got fucked by a total stranger. Without protection. And he’s still inside me.
But I don’t have room for logic right now. The only thing I have room for is a de eply-fulfilling happiness.
Because I have never in my life felt this safe or this good.