Chapter 143 Chapter 143

Chapter 143 Chapter 143


ALINA'S POV

Then I reached for his pants, his belt. Ripping out that buckle as I held his gaze. Everywhere hot and burning as I stripped him open. Feeling him. Actually FEELING him on my palm.

Hot. Strong. Fucking hard and hungry.

Those were the words I'd use to describe. Words I'd use to describe the one thing I'd been thinking about, the one thing in my hands, that I was still thinking about and wanted now so badly deep inside of me!

"I want your cock." I confessed breathlessly to him. Holding him. "I want to feel your cock, suck it...i want your fucking cock inside of me." His gaze darkened, jaw clenched. His meat feeling even heavier on my palm, hotter. Precum spilling harder, I rubbed it. Rubbed it especially slow as I began moving then. Reducing myself, my body to the floor so I came face to face to it, mouth to cock. "Shitt." Deep groans filled the air, from his throat. My fingers stroking him down. Watching every single thick vein pulsating. Every dip and curve, the girth, length, fucking delicious fearful size.

My mouth watered. Salivating as I held him. Every part of me shutting down and focusing only on this. On this engine.

I pushed my hair back, lips parted, open as I pulled the rest of his boxers down. Letting out the entire full length, balls and everything. The meaty slap on my face making me smile crazily. My center weeping, nipples so hard in my bra that it hurt.

"Alina...Alina you-"

I didn't let him finish. I enveloped immediately. Taking him in, wrapping my mouth firm on his cock. My lips stretched thin instantly, cheeks sucked, tongue tasting out a foreign Intruder. I sucked once and hard, then letting go. A wet pop sounds emitting from my lips, filling the air, reaching his ears.

He shook.

Green eyes going dark instantly, hands fisting my hair, looking down at me. Two sex crazed individuals completely forgetting the world around, forgetting where they were, who could be listening, hearing, moving around outside.

But who cares?

As long I got what I wanted. As long as I satisfied this madness he'd lit up in me from the very day he kissed me. I would be good then.

It seemed he had the same thought too. Cause his eyes drift closed the moment my lips wrapped again around his cock, head slowly falling back. "Holy fuck..."

I latched on harder then. Forcing my mouth to fit, to take him all. Memories of the last time I did this coming, images from crazy dreams I've had flashing back on my mind too. My whole body burned in harmony, every party urging me on. His hand gripped my hair, pulled tight without consequence. Getting tighter and tighter with my every head bump and suck. My pussy reacting shamelessly, milking and squeezing against air as we continued. Every second getting nastier without saliva and sweat. "Oh fuck brown eyes, you really are a slut." He groaned out, meeting my pace with his hips. "You're a real dirty slut."

"Yeah." I moaned out, choking against his length. My nipples hurting, back arching more and more, getting right underneath him. Keeping my mouth locked,nails digging into his thighs as I bumped my head more and more, relentless. Like a possessed spirit enveloped with the desire to suck his very soul through his delicious cock.

I pulled back for breath, then attacked his balls instead. Every rise and fall of my chest rough and heavy. Tongue still lining up the edges of the well formed sack, sucked them whole. Stroking his full length as I did, taking him up from the very root, his steps faltering backwards, cusses falling out from his mouth. Hips moving his cock in my hands, utterly beautiful. An utterly beautiful sight.

My pussy released without thinking twice, adding on the already damp spot on my thong.

"Oh fucking Jesus...Fucking Jesus Christ!" He pulled me back totally from his sack, slamming his cock right back into my mouth. Bold. Rough.

I took it.

My eyes tearing up at the edges, throat burning from the pain and yet pleasure of having him fit down my throat. "Enough foreplay," he suddenly let out, pulling me away from him completely. My hands behind me, holding me steady as I breathed through the blur of my sight. Movements in front of me, his hands touching me, grabbing me. Then next thing, I was on that table. His body pressed right into mine. Hands tangling in the mess he created of my hair. "You're a fucking slut. A fucking slut." He kissed me. Grabbed my saliva, sweat messy cock tasting my mouth and put it on his. Gripping me raw as he took me. Owned me. My mouth. Like they were his and his alone, I couldn't agree more at the moment.

I spread my legs, taking him in between. Letting him close, on top of me, squeezing my boobs. "Yesss." I arched with delight. Watching him tear the front open, front of my dress. The zipper at the back going down, my bra unhooking, spilling out in front as he attacked them immediately. "Oh fuck yes!!" I cried out, wrapping my thighs tight to his torso.

Every section of me enflamed. Burning. Finally free and alive. Getting what it deserved, n one could convince me it wasn't worth it. That this wasn't worth it. No one could tell me right now!

This was right.

So right.

And anybody else was wrong.

"I want to fuck you." He murmured, breathless. Handing already on my hips, pushing my dress upwards, bunching it at my waist. " I want to fuck you so hard, so hard you'll forget your name."

I moaned, shook. "Please..."

"Please what?"

"Please do it. Do it right now, do it."I whimpered, shuddered. Excitement and pleasure blending, electric shocks travelling throughout my body. He pushed down, pushed me down on the table, parted my thighs wider. Cool air instantly hit me, hit my thighs, pussy quaked.

"You wore these for me." He muttered, the sentence more a statement than a question. Voice vibrating thick with dangerous approval. Approval at my black thong. Lace. "Very good, little slut. Very good."

His hand touched me, touched the underwear and-

Zap

He tore it off.

Tore it right clean off at the front, my pussy now raw and glistening for sure to his face for sure. A greedy smirk sitting on there at the lips, feral looking. Dark. My body jerking without even being touched.

I knew I fucked then. So fucked, but nothing. Absolutely nothing prepared for the extra level of fucked I became once his hand gripped my waist, thighs and then slammed right into me!

"Oh- fuc- shitttt." I trembled, gasped. Breath trapped out of my lungs.

He growled. Rolled his hips forward, slow and deep, sending him all the way in even more. I gripped the desk.

"Feel that?" He gritted out, moving again. Pulling back a bit and slamming back in. Pulling out again, slamming back in. Repeating, pulling away further and then shattering back inside of me. "Fuck! So tight."

My mouth fell open, no words. No breaths, then he picked up pace. Not letting me settle, not letting me adjust. His thick heavy cock dragging out in my walls and getting back in again, getting clenched and squeezed but yet not stopping.

Utterly fucking delicious!

"Fuck!" I gasped, gripped the table. "Oh fuck...oh fuc- ohhh."

His cock hit the perfect spot. Hit the freaking perfect spot! That place that'd been aching, clawing at me, driving me crazy. He hit it over and over. "This is what you want, right? This is what you've been wanting."

"Yes," I choked, the desk creaking underneath us. Groans and moans joining the air too, deep and breathless. Mixing with the sound of skin slapping, the wet messy glide of his cock thrusting in and out of my well cooked pussy. I was so well cooked, was dripping all over. My thighs open and across his waist, his cock right in the middle, taking every bit of me, every inch. "Fuck you, Alina. Fuck you for doing this to me." He growled as he gripped me, hand circling around my throat. Dividing through my boobs, the other hand at my waist. "Fuck you. Fuck you!!"

I arched off the table. Losing my mind as his hand tightened, my walls creaming more and more, releasing slippery juice to drive his cock deeper home, as though they wanted his cock to remain permanently sucked in me.

"Ahhhhh...so good." I cried out, shaking. "So gooooddd." I clutched his hand as he rode me faster. Pounding into me like I owed him debt, digging into my core like I hid treasures in there. Every thrust hard, relentless, more moans pouring from my lips, my back arching so bad, the pleasure increasing, threatening to consume me. My high incoming.

But just then he stopped.

Let go.

"W-w- what?" I looked confused up at him, messed up to the brains. His breath coming out in ragged gasps, cock erect as fuck pointing to me. Then he grabbed my jaw again, crashing his lips nastily to mine. Squeezed my boobs hard, and fingered my pussy with a finger. Then pulled away again, grabbing and pulling me down from the table, turning me around so I backed me.

I understood then.

Arched my hips accordingly, arched my ass. A slam came down almost immediately, hot. Burned.

He smacked my ass.

Another landed again. Landed on both cheeks, moans leaving my throat. Both from pain and strangely satisfactory pleasure. I wanted him to do more to me, hold me back and take me. Rough.

And he did just that. Grabbing my arm like he read my mind, pushing me down on the table, even lifted one of my legs. My pussy open from behind.

"Oh fuck," I breathed, swallowed. So ready to be taken again. So ready for his cock, but impatient too. So I reached back to his thighs, got hold of his cock. He let me. Then I brought it to my pussy lips, lined it up on there, rubbing my clit first, rubbing it up and down, jerking as pleasure shot through me. He held my lifted leg, holding it open. Holding my ass, pussy open. Then I brought his cock back to my opening, letting him push in.

He did.

"Holy fuck..." My body vibrating with pleasure as he did. He got in fully. Pushed his full length, my breath choked, chest full, then he began moving. Merciless again. Relentless. Not letting me adjust. My pussy burning, enflamed, but quickly soaking it all up too. Spreading apart and taking this onslaught.

Nothing had ever felt so good.

Nothing.

Nothing had ever fit my body so well, gone inside of me, toyed with my pussy, my walls... nothing in my entire life could match this feeling right now! This feeling he was tearing inside of me. This hot rushed feeling of immense pleasure. It felt like I was getting devoured slowly and roughly from the inside. Every thrust from him driving me even more crazy!

I couldn't stay down. Couldn't stay obendiently pressed to the desk, I needed more. Needed more of him. I leaned up, reached back and grabbed his face. Taking those lips of his. His cock pounding deep inside of me, the both of us gasping, groaning, sweating and giving it our everything right in this little office space.

Soon my eyes started rolling back. The pleasure driving me all the way to the edge. His hold, mouth, cock, all of it filling me in ways I knew I wouldn't be able to get over so soon.

"I'm going to cum..." I whimpered, shaking so hard. Trembling.

He bit my neck, held me there. "Cum for me...cum for me, my little slut. Cum for me, Alina!"

I obeyed.

My body obeyed. And with that, everything good and senseless instantly crashed on me. Waves after waves of orgasm flooding my veins, his cock still pounding, riding it with me. Then soon, he groaned deep. A blast of hot seed filling me from the inside.

My first time having sex in years.

My first sex after him.

And lord knows, I wouldn't be able to forget him now.