Chapter 67 Tear your cunt
RORY POV
"Suck my breast... please," | choked out.
He didn't make me ask twice. He bent his head, and in one swift, possessive movement, his hot tongue latched onto my nipple.
I cried out, a sharp, jagged sound that echoed off the high walls of the library. He didn't just suck, he twirled his tongue around the peak, flicking it with a hunger that made my entire body go tight. My toes curled into the rug as he lapped and nipped at me.
I couldn't stay still. My fingers found the back of his head, burying into his dark hair to push him closer, while my other hand found my second breast. I started to rub and roll it through the thin silk of my gown, desperate for the same friction.
Without warning, Alexander bit down on the nipple he was working on. I let out a sharp yelp of pain and pleasure.
"Did I give you permission to touch yourself?" he sneered, pulling back just enough to look me in the eye. His expression was terrifying-pure, unadulterated dominance.
"No..." I gasped, my chest heaving.
“Be a good girl and take whatever I give you.”
He went right back to sucking my breast like a starving man. He yanked the other strap down roughly, both my tits spilling out completely. He switched sides, grabbing the second breast with his mouth, sucking hard, tongue flicking wildly. I couldn’t stop staring at how my tit looked disappearing between his lips, his cheeks hollowing as he devoured it.
“Did those bastards in the club make you feel this way?” he growled, licking my nipple before jiggling both my heavy breasts together in his hands, watching them bounce, then he flicked his tongue over both nipples.
I shook my head fast.
He didn’t like that.
His palm came down hard on my right tit — a loud, stinging slap that made me jolt and moan. A wild rush of heat shot straight to my pussy, making me even wetter.
“Always use your words…” he warned, then dove back in, sucking and tugging at my nipples like he wanted to bruise them.
"They didn't... no one else makes me feel this good. Only you," I cried out, my hips involuntarily bucking, pushing my center toward his stomach.
He groaned against my breast, the sound vibrating through me. He hooked my right leg up onto the table, spreading me wide open like a whore. Without any warning he shoved my soaked panties aside and slammed two thick fingers deep into my pussy.
“Oh fuck…” I cried, my head falling onto his shoulder as my walls clamped tight around his fingers. He pumped them hard and fast, curling them nasty against that spot inside me that made my eyes roll back. Wet, sloppy squelching sounds filled the room as my juices coated his hand and dripped onto the table.
“So fucking tight…” he growled.
He pushed deeper, fucking me with his fingers in a brutal, animalistic rhythm that made my head spin. My pussy made loud, embarrassing wet noises with every thrust.
“Look at the way your greedy walls are gripping my fingers,” he sneered. “You must be a desperate little whore dying for my touch.”
His filthy words pushed me closer to the edge. I was so close I could feel the wave building fast.
“Alexander please…” I begged, tears starting to leak from my eyes as his fingers dug deeper, curling inside me, hitting that sensitive spot over and over again.
He leaned down and sucked my tit back into his mouth while his fingers kept working me like magic. I rolled my head back, moaning like a slut. It was too much.
“Does that boyfriend of yours make you feel this way?” he asked, voice pure sex. “Does your cunt tighten around him like this?”
“No…” I sobbed.
He slammed his fingers in harder. “No… nooo…” I cried, tears streaming down my face as he finger-fucked me mercilessly. If his fingers could already make me cry, what the hell was his dick going to do to me?
I was right there, about to cum hard, when he suddenly pulled his fingers out.
I winced, my body practically twitching in protest. "No! Please, I was so close!"
I watched, mesmerized and humiliated, as Alexander took his fingers into his mouth, slowly licking my juices off his skin while keeping his eyes locked on mine. The sight alone made my insides clench.
As if he could read my mind, "Sorry," he smirked, his eyes flashing. "I don't like to share."
He didn't give me time to breathe. He grabbed my waist and flipped me over on the table so l was on all fours, my back to him.
"Arch your ass out," he ordered.
I obeyed instantly, my hands trembling as I gripped the edge of the mahogany. I winced as his heavy palm landed on my ass cheek in a stinging slap. Pain and pleasure blurred together until I couldn't tell them apart. He pulled the rest of my gown down, letting it fall to the floor with my panties.
I heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and panic mixed with excitement flooded me.
Oh my God. He’s really going to fuck me.
Nothing prepared me for when he grabbed my hips, lined up his thick cock, and slammed into me in one brutal thrust.
“Oh my god…” I moaned loud, my eyes rolling back as he stretched my pussy wide open.
“You mean ‘oh my Alexander’?” he growled, already pulling back and slamming in again harder. “Last time I checked, god isn’t the one fucking you. I am. Say ‘god’ again and I’ll pull out.”
He didn't wait for an answer. He started to hammer into me, his size stretching me until I was sure l'd tear. He was massive, filling me so completely that every thrust felt like it was hitting my soul. His deep, merciless strokes made my tits bounce off the table.