Book one: My mother's wedding 2

My body was still trembling from the way Alexander had devoured me, his tongue leaving me slick and aching for more.

Downstairs, the celebration raged on, my mother’s voice rising above the music as she laughed with her friends, completely unaware that her future husband had just claimed her daughter’s mouth and core with expert precision.

Alexander rose from between my spread thighs, his eyes dark with raw hunger.

His thick, veined manhood stood proud and heavy, still glistening from my earlier attentions.

He climbed onto the bed like a predator, his powerful frame caging me beneath him.

“You taste like sin, Dora,” he murmured, voice low and commanding. “Now I’m going to bury myself so deep inside your tight little heat that you’ll feel me for days.”

He didn't lie, what we are doing is sinful…sweet and sinful.

I whimpered, my hands sliding up his muscular chest, fingers tracing the hard lines of his abs.

He positioned himself between my legs, the broad, swollen head of his throbbing rod nudging against my dripping entrance.

He teased me first, rubbing the silky length along my sensitive slit, coating himself in my wetness.

Every slow glide sent sparks of electricity through my nerves, making my hips buck desperately.

“Please, Alexander… I need you,” I begged, my voice breathy and broken.

He smirked, that arrogant, wealthy smile that made my stomach flutter.

“Call me Daddy when I’m stretching you open.” With that, he gripped my hips and pushed forward.

The thick crown of his manhood breached my entrance, forcing my walls to part around his impressive girth. I gasped sharply at the intense stretch, my fingers digging into his shoulders as inch after inch sank into my welcoming heat.

“Fuck, you’re so snug,” he groaned, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. He didn’t rush.

He fed me his length slowly, deliberately, letting me feel every ridge and vein as he claimed me.

Halfway in, he paused, letting me adjust, then rocked deeper until his heavy balls rested against my skin and his entire massive rod was sheathed inside my fluttering channel.

The fullness was overwhelming, a delicious burn that melted into pure bliss.

He stayed buried there for a moment, savoring the way my inner muscles clenched greedily around him.

Then he began to move. Long, powerful strokes that dragged his thick shaft almost completely out before slamming back in, the wet slap of our bodies echoing through the room.

Each thrust hit a spot deep inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes.

“Oh god, Daddy!” I cried out, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him even deeper.

The bed creaked rhythmically under us as he picked up speed, pounding into my slick heat with controlled dominance.

His hips snapped forward, driving his manhood into me with filthy, wet sounds that would have been mortifying if they didn’t feel so incredibly good.

Alexander leaned down, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss while one hand kneaded my breast, pinching the hardened peak.

“This sweet little hole was made for me,” he growled against my lips.

“Your mother is downstairs toasting our wedding, and here you are, taking every inch of my cock like a perfect secret whore.”

His dirty words only made me wetter. I arched into him, meeting his thrusts with eager rolls of my hips.

He shifted angles, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder so he could drive even deeper.

The new position allowed his thick rod to grind against that sensitive bundle of nerves with every plunge, sending waves of molten pleasure crashing through me.

Sweat slicked our skin as the pace grew frantic. He fucked me harder, his heavy balls slapping against my ass with every brutal thrust.

I could feel every detail, the way his shaft throbbed inside me, the way my walls fluttered and squeezed around him, trying to keep him buried deep.

My juices coated his length, dripping down to soak the sheets beneath us.

“Harder,” I moaned shamelessly. “Fuck me like you own me.”

Alexander’s eyes flashed with primal lust. He grabbed both my wrists, pinning them above my head with one strong hand while the other gripped my thigh.

His thrusts turned savage, deep, punishing strokes that made my breasts bounce wildly.

The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, mixed with my desperate moans and his low, animalistic grunts.

“You’re mine now, Dora. This tight heat belongs to me.” He released my wrists and slid his hand between us, his fingers finding my swollen pearl and rubbing tight, fast circles.

The dual sensation, his massive rod stretching me wide while his fingers worked my most sensitive spot, pushed me right to the edge.

I was losing control, my body coiling tighter and tighter. “I’m… I’m going to peak,” I gasped, my walls clamping down around his invading thickness.

“Peak for me, baby girl. Let me feel you milk my cock.”

The coil snapped. My entire body convulsed as a powerful wave of ecstasy ripped through me.

My inner muscles spasmed wildly around his throbbing shaft, flooding us both with fresh wetness as I shattered beneath him.

Bright pleasure blinded me, my toes curling and my back bowing off the bed. I had to bite my lip hard to keep from screaming loud enough for the party downstairs to hear.

Alexander didn’t stop. He fucked me through my intense release, prolonging it until I was a quivering, oversensitive mess.

Only then did his rhythm falter. His thrusts grew erratic, deeper, more desperate.

“Going to fill you up,” he snarled. With one final, powerful plunge, he buried himself to the hilt.

His manhood swelled even thicker inside me as he reached his own explosive peak.

Hot, thick pulses of his seed erupted deep in my core, flooding my walls in heavy spurts.

He ground against me, ensuring every drop stayed buried inside my clenching heat as his body shuddered with raw satisfaction.

We stayed locked together, panting and trembling. His weight pressed me deliciously into the mattress, his still-hard length twitching with aftershocks inside me.

Slowly, he pulled out, a rush of our combined fluids leaking from my thoroughly used entrance. He watched with dark satisfaction as his creamy release dripped down my thighs.

But he wasn’t finished.

Alexander flipped me onto my stomach with ease, yanking my hips up so I was on my knees, ass raised high.

“Again,” he commanded. “I want to watch this perfect ass shake while I take you from behind.”

I moaned softly as he lined up and thrust back into my dripping heat in one smooth motion.

This angle felt even deeper, his thick rod hitting new spots that made my eyes roll back.

He gripped my hips hard enough to leave marks, pounding into me with renewed vigor.

The sound of his pelvis slapping against my ass filled the room, loud, rhythmic, obscene.

“Reach back and spread yourself for me,” he ordered.

I obeyed, my fingers pulling my cheeks apart so he could watch his glistening shaft disappear into my stretched opening again and again.

The view seemed to drive him wild. His pace became punishing, each thrust forcing breathless whimpers from my throat.

He leaned over me, one hand wrapping around to rub my pearl again while the other tangled in my hair, pulling my head back.

“You’re going to peak on my cock one more time before we go back downstairs,” he whispered hotly in my ear. “And you’re going to do it knowing your mother is right below us.”

The taboo reminder sent fresh heat spiraling through me.

His relentless thrusting, the way his heavy balls slapped against my sensitive skin, and his skilled fingers on my pearl quickly built me up again.

I pushed back against him, chasing the pleasure like an addict.

This time when I peaked, it was even stronger. My vision whited out as intense contractions rippled through my core, squeezing his pistoning rod like a vice.

Alexander groaned loudly, his own second release following close behind.

He slammed deep and held there, pumping more of his hot seed into me until it overflowed, running down my thighs in messy rivulets.

We collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty, satisfied heap.

Alexander pulled me against his chest, stroking my hair as our breathing slowly returned to normal.

His hand lazily traced patterns on my skin, occasionally dipping between my legs to spread his release around my swollen folds.

“This is just the start of our fun, Dora,” he murmured, kissing my forehead.

“After the wedding, you’ll be living under my roof. I’ll have you whenever I want, bent over my desk during conference calls, riding me in the shower while your mother sleeps, or sneaking into your room at night to fill this greedy little hole until you can’t walk straight.”

I shivered with anticipation, pressing closer to his warm body.

The sounds of the party downstairs drifted up, a stark reminder of how dangerous and delicious this secret was.

My mother was celebrating her new life, while I had just been thoroughly claimed by her husband-to-be, my body marked with his scent, his touch, and his seed.

As we finally cleaned up and straightened the room, stealing one last deep kiss before slipping back into our roles, I knew I was already addicted.

Alexander Kane didn’t just want a wife. He wanted me as his hidden, filthy indulgence. And I was more than willing to give him everything.