DASHIELL
Oh my god.
Alexander pushed inside me in one slow, unrelenting glide. The stretch hit like fire, immediate and overwhelming. He was so thick, bare, and completely unforgiving. Every inch slid deeper until his hips pressed flush against me. My body clenched hard around the invasion.
My legs locked around his waist. My fingers drummed a rapid rhythm against the desk. Tap tap tap tap tap. I could not stop it.
"F-fuck…" I choked out.
Clinical facts flooded my brain whether I wanted them or not: Internal sphincter stretched far beyond normal resting tone. Prostate compressed. Corpus cavernosum fully engorged.
Alexander groaned, low and rough. He did not wait. He pulled back and slammed in harder, burying himself completely.
"Too much?" he asked, voice dark with hunger.
I shook my head fast, eyes watering. "You are huge and you are not wearing a condom. I can feel every single inch of you." The words broke into a sharp moan when he rolled his hips and dragged right over that spot inside me.
My cock jerked against my stomach, leaking steadily onto the hem of the oversized hoodie. The soft fabric suddenly felt too warm and restrictive against my overheated skin.
Alexander gripped my thighs, spreading me wider, and started fucking me in deep, steady strokes. The heavy desk creaked beneath us. Each thrust sent sparks shooting up my spine.
"Look at me," he ordered.
I forced my gaze to his intense black eyes even though the eye contact made my skin prickle. He looked feral. Possessive. Devastating.
"You feel incredible," he growled. "So fucking tight around my cock."
I dropped my forehead to his shoulder with a whimper, legs trembling. The burning stretch slowly melted into a heavy, throbbing ache that made my cock twitch harder.
Alexander noticed immediately.
"Look at you," he murmured, mocking. "Already dripping for me. Does it hurt, little anomaly?"
"Yes," I admitted, voice hoarse. "But do not stop."
A dark chuckle rolled through him. He pulled back almost to the tip, then slammed home with one powerful thrust. I cried out, back arching.
He set a ruthless pace, deep and merciless. Wet, filthy sounds filled the study, mixing with my broken moans. Every stroke dragged perfectly over my prostate until my vision blurred.
"Alexander… slow down."
"No." His fingers dug into my hips. "You bargained with this pretty body for an aquarium. Now take what you owe me."
He fucked me harder. I let my head fall back, mouth open in a silent cry as pleasure swallowed the discomfort. My nails dug into his back.
"I am close…"
His hand wrapped around my cock, stroking me in perfect time with his thrusts. "Then come. Come while I am buried inside you. Show me how much you love being used like this."
The words and his brutal rhythm shoved me over the edge. I came with a wrecked sob, clenching hard around him as I spilled over his fist and onto the hoodie. My legs locked around his waist, toes curling violently.
Alexander did not slow down. He fucked me through it, then buried himself deep and came with a low groan, flooding me with hot, thick pulses.
He stayed inside me, forehead pressed to mine, while I shook in his arms. Then he pulled back just enough to study my flushed face.
"Congratulations on the new aquarium, little anomaly."
I managed a weak, breathless laugh. "You are terrible at romance."
Alexander smirked, brushing damp hair from my forehead. "I know."
I was still catching my breath, feeling his cum already starting to leak out of me, when his arms tightened. He lifted me off the desk effortlessly, still buried to the hilt, and carried me to the big leather office chair.
My eyes widened. "Wait, I thought we were done…"
"You have not ridden my cock yet." He dropped into the chair, pulling me down so I straddled his lap. Gravity forced him even deeper.
"Oh my god, slow, slow…" My fingers drummed frantically against his shoulders. "You are still hard? That is not medically fair."
"Sit properly," he ordered, gripping my hips and pulling me all the way down until every inch disappeared inside me. "All the way. I want to feel this tight hole swallow my cock."
I moaned loudly, thighs quivering. "I can feel you in my stomach… you are so deep like this."
Alexander's hands slid under the hoodie, gripping my bare waist. "Then ride me. Show me how grateful you are for your fish tank."
I glared at him, cheeks burning. "You are blackmailing me with fish and orgasms. This is extortion."
His dark laugh vibrated through me. He suddenly thrust up hard, bouncing me on his cock. I cried out.
Fine. Two could play.
I braced my knees and started moving, rolling my hips in slow, torturous circles, swirling them so his thick cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside me. I watched his face the whole time.
Alexander's smirk faltered. His grip on my waist tightened.
"Fuck… just like that," he groaned.
Satisfaction rushed through me. I clenched around him on every swirl, grinding down harder, faster. "How does that feel, Dr. Astor? Is your brain frying yet? You like feeling your own cum inside me while I ride you?"
His eyes flashed dangerously. "You little shit."
He slammed up into me brutally. The chair creaked as he fucked me from below with savage strokes. Wet, obscene squelching sounds filled the room every time he drove his cock through his own cum.
"Alexander, fuck, too hard," I gasped, but my hips kept moving, grinding and swirling desperately.
"You wanted to play dirty," he snarled. "So bounce on my cock properly. Let me watch that pretty hole take every inch."
I whimpered but planted my feet and started riding him harder, rising and dropping, swirling my hips on every downstroke so his cock stirred his cum inside me. Sweat ran down my back. The hoodie felt unbearable.
"Off," I demanded breathlessly. "Too hot."
He ripped the hoodie over my head and tossed it aside, then latched onto my nipple, sucking hard while pounding up into me.
"I am close again," I warned, voice cracking.
"Come," he ordered, slamming up faster. "Make a mess on me while I pump you full again."
I rode him desperately, hips swirling and slamming down until my second orgasm hit me like a seizure. I came with a broken cry, spilling between us as my hole clenched and milked his cock.
Alexander cursed, slammed me down hard one last time, and came deep inside me again with a guttural groan, flooding me with even more cum.
I collapsed against his chest, trembling violently, face buried in his neck. His cum was leaking out messily around his cock, warm and sticky, exactly what I told him I hated.
After a long moment I mumbled against his skin, voice completely wrecked:
"…I still want the aquarium."
Alexander laughed quietly, stroking my back possessively while staying buried inside me.
"You will get your fucking aquarium, little anomaly." He kissed the top of my head. "And next Sunday you are riding me again. No negotiation."
I let out a weak, delirious laugh. "You are going to kil me."
"Yes," he said softly. "But you will die mine."
God help me.
I was starting to think that did not sound so bad.