Page 205 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions
I squirmed as the use ofthatword sent a fizzle of pleasure zinging up my spine. I shook my head.
“Should wemakeit sore again?” Alex straightened enough his arms wereno longer supporting him. Strong hands cupped my ass, digging in and spreading my cheeks. A frankly ungodly sound escaped me. “That wasn’t ayes, Georgie,” Alex taunted. His fingers slid into my crease, rubbing at my twitchy hole through the fabric. “I’m gonna need a yes.”
“Y-yes.”
Thirty minutes later, I was face-first in his pillows with Alex’s cock in my ass. In and out, the thick, sticky glide made me feel like I was losing the last dregs of sanity I had left. The back of my neck tingled and stung from all the hickeys Alex was leaving. His heavy body blanketed mine, my legs spread so wide I was practically lying on the mattress like a useless, needy starfish.
Every thrust sent stars exploding behind my lids.
Alex knew exactly how to angle his hips to strike my prostate. Which resulted in a brutal bounce-slap that forced sobs from my lips, and air out of my lungs. His movements were syrupy slow. So slow that they’d been maddening at first.
I clawed at his thighs, fingers slipping along the prickly hair atop them as I attempted to urge him faster. No matter how I scratched or pulled, Alex never relented. It was easy for him to deny me. And every denial only further reminded me who exactly was in charge here.
At least—on the surface.
Alex had made it clear that I was the one that called the shots. And it was that reassurance that allowed me to hand over control in its entirety.
One of Alex’s hands tangled into my hair, sending another fizzle down my spine. Periodically he’d tug my head to the side so he could see my face—but for the most part, it was simply a reminder. A reminder that I washis, and he wasmine, and I was entirely at his mercy.
A reminder that he wanted to see the mess he made of me.
That he liked it.
That he liked me, drooling, sobbing, and tear-streaked.
“Squeeze,” Alex commanded silkily against my ear, teeth nipping playfully atthe lobe. “C’mon baby, I know you can. Squeeze my cock.” I whimpered, hole clenching around him obediently. “Fuck yeah. Again.” Again, I pinched. My entire focus was on my hole—on the way he split it open. On the squelch-smack of our hips as Alex ground into me, his sac bumping my ass with every glide.
“A-Alex—” I keened.
“Arch your back.”
It was an impossible request. How was I supposed to do that when my legs were spread like this? Still, I tried. Alex purred, pulling all the way out, my empty hole twitching, before he plunged back in with a brutal thrust that had me seeing stars.
“Such a good boy,” Alex’s voice was barely more than a growl. “Squeeze me again, Duchess. That’s it. Such a pretty, pretty pussy.” He released my hair, straightening up as his hands fanned over my ass cheeks and he spread me wide open. “You have no idea how slutty you look right now, do you?”
The noise I made was barely human. The puddle of drool beneath my face was steadily growing, and it was a testament to how undone he made me that I hardly cared. When Alex called me slutty it was a compliment, and the shame the word should have inspired was absent.
“God.” Alex pulled out until only his crown remained, his thumbs digging into my cheeks to keep them spread. “So fucking slick and pink. You have to stretch so much to fit me, don’t you, sweetheart?”
I whined.
“Yeah, you do. But you don’t mind.” My hole fluttered, and Alex groaned. “Because we both know you like it. Size queen.” His hips snapped forward, and I howled, trembling beneath him as his hands slid up my lower back, across my shoulders, down my forearms, to wrap around my wrists.
Every grind of his pelvis forced mine into the mattress, the pleasure of the comforter scraping against my dick an addicting back and forth that made me feel like I was losing my mind. I didn’t even notice when I came, the shockwaves caused by every flex of Alex’s body unstopping. It went on forever,on and on, the wet spot beneath my dick growing as I spilled and spilled.
“Jesus,” Alex gasped out, losing the battle with his own control. His teeth sank into the back of my neck—a new spot this time—his pace stuttering. Faster, harder, quick needy jabs that made my head swim.
The hot spurt of his cum filling me was nirvana.
Sighing, my body lost all tension as Alex pumped his load into my well-fucked hole. “Christ, you pretty fucking princess,” Alex groaned, his tongue lapping stripes up and down my neck. “Such a good boy, for me. Such a good, good boy.”
He settled down, smashing me into the mattress, his fingers skimming over my wrists as his cock began to soften inside me. It was the oddest sensation, but not unpleasant. In fact, my hole clung tighter, trying to urge him to stay.
“You’re so perfect,” Alex murmured into my ear, laving its curve with his tongue and a few flickering kisses. “You take my cock so well. My perfect, perfect baby. Fuck.” He wiggled to get more comfortable, and I whimpered, his dick jostling deep. “Don’t worry. Gonna keep you full, sweetheart,” Alex promised. “Gonna take care of you—just like I promised.”
His hands were on the move, running over my body, tracing its contours with reverence. He rubbed my shoulders, skimmed my ribs, scraped his nails in the groove between my leg and hip. “So lovely,” he praised with a flurry of new kisses. “Thank you. That was—fuck. Thank you.”
He cupped my spent dick, simply to hold it. I was so exhausted, the most I could do to respond was gasp. His hand was so fucking delicious, the calluses just the right scratch to feel heavenly on the overstimulated skin. It hurt a bit, in the best possible way.
