Chapter 103 Only Mine (18+)

Chapter 103 Only Mine (18+)
She tried, and he rewarded her by thrusting deeper. Her jaw ached, spit dripping down her chin and onto her chest, but she didn’t stop, didn’t dare. Her free hand wrapped around what her mouth couldn’t reach, stroking firmly in time with his movements.

He set the rhythm now, rough, controlled, fucking her mouth in long, deep strokes that made her throat tighten around him.

When she gagged harder from the force, he didn’t pull back right away. His grip in her hair held her there for a few seconds, hips pressed forward as she choked around him. Her nails dug into his skin, her throat convulsing, but her eyes were blown wide open, pupils dilated with arousal, not fear.

Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes and spilled down her flushed cheeks, and the sight of her, messy, obedient, needy, made him groan deep in his chest.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

She forced her eyes up to meet his, cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, saliva coating his shaft. The eye contact nearly undid him. His breathing turned ragged as he tightened his hold and thrust faster.

Her hand worked in quick, tight strokes at the base while her mouth swallowed every inch he gave her. Every wet, sloppy sound only spurred him on. He used her, fucking her face like he owned it, like she existed just to take him.

When she moaned around him again, he felt it, hot and tight and perfect.

“Good fucking girl,” he hissed.

He held her head still and fucked deeper, harder, his cock hitting the back of her throat with every thrust. She gagged loudly this time, throat clenching around him, but instead of fighting it, she stayed put, fingers clutching his thighs as she let him use her mouth exactly how he wanted.

He groaned, low and primal, hips snapping forward with a rough final thrust that made her eyes roll back. “Don’t you dare pull away.”

She didn’t. She took it, every inch, every stroke, her jaw slack, spit running down her neck. Every time she gagged, he growled in approval and held her there a heartbeat longer before pulling back just enough to start again.

His muscles tensed, his abdomen tight as he held the back of her head in both hands now, controlling every movement. He was close, but not finished.

And from the way her tongue traced his length, the way her lips sealed around him hungrily, she wanted more.

Rainee’s lips were still wrapped around him, hands gripping his thighs, when Alex pulled back suddenly, letting out a low, ragged growl. Her eyes followed him, wide and wet, breathless and trembling from the overstimulation.

“Not done yet,” he rasped, voice dark and commanding. He grabbed her shoulders, pressing her back against the bed, his hands firm, unyielding. “Look at me. Stay still.”

She nodded, chest rising and falling, heart hammering in her throat, her body still humming from the face-fucking he’d just given her. She felt utterly exposed, utterly his, and the thought made her shiver with anticipation.

Without warning, he lined himself up at her chest, hips braced, and began to thrust sharply over her breasts. The friction and sudden heat made her gasp, fingers digging into the sheets. His movements were rough, demanding, each one pushing her closer to the edge again, not for her, but for himself.

“Look at me,” he growled, voice low and feral. “Watch what I do to you.”

Her eyes were locked on his, wide with lust and awe, when he started stroking himself faster, every muscle in his body taut and trembling with need. The growls escaping his throat were raw, guttural, a sound that sent a fresh wave of heat through her core.

“Fuck… you feel so good like this,” he hissed, hips snapping, hand gripping her jaw briefly as he leaned down, nipping at her collarbone and neck while he pushed himself to the edge.

She moaned around a whimper, chest heaving, utterly consumed by him. She felt the first spurt hit her skin, warm and heavy, and her breath caught in a sharp gasp. He didn’t stop, thrusting roughly over her, letting every pulse, every shudder of release coat her chest in thick, hot intensity.

Her skin burned where he hit, yet the heat between them, the utter dominance he displayed, made her arch toward him instinctively, craving more even as he emptied himself over her.

Finally, spent, he collapsed partially on top of her, lips pressing into her hair, chest heaving against hers. His hands ran over her shoulders, squeezing her lightly, possessively.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, voice low and husky. “Never forget it.”

Rainee shivered, cheeks flushed, chest sticky with his release, and a smile, soft, delirious, and completely hers, spread across her face. “Yours,” she whispered back, trembling from every lingering sensation, every rough, intoxicating touch.

For a long moment, they stayed there, breathing together, hearts pounding in sync, the rawness of what had just happened settling into a shared, almost sacred intimacy.

Alex pulled back, smirk curling his lips as he hovered over her. With one swift movement, he flipped her onto her stomach, her body hitting the mattress with a soft gasp. Her arms folded under her, head turned to the side, heart already racing at the sudden shift of control.

“You like being mine, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down her spine. “You love it when I take what I want.”

Rainee bit her lip, cheeks flushed, barely able to form words, but the little whimper that escaped her told him everything he needed to know.

He positioned himself behind her, sliding slowly inside, careful at first, letting her feel every inch before moving. Her back arched instinctively, nails digging into the sheets as his hand rested possessively on her hip.

“You’re so tight,” he growled, one hand curling around her waist to hold her still. “Feel how good you are for me. You’re going to take every bit, aren’t you?”

Rainee tried to shift, to change the angle, her body aching for more control, but he pressed down firmly, pinning her in place. “Nope. Stay. This is how I want it,” he said, voice low and commanding, yet edged with amusement.

He began to move slowly, thrusting deep, letting her adjust to the fullness before building the pace. She moaned, hips rolling slightly against him despite his hold, trying to find a rhythm that worked for both of them.

When he caught her movement, he grabbed her hips with both hands and set a faster, harder rhythm. “Don’t move without me,” he growled, teeth biting into the shell of her ear. “I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own name.”

To be continued