chapter 2

“What does that even mean?” I replied.

“I’ll show you,” he said, as the rare hint of a smile crossed his face. He stepped close to me, and put his firm hands on my shoulders. His leg moved forward, and gently adjusted my legs so they were wider apart.

And then I turned towards him, my heart rate soaring, my breathing quick. He was close enough to me now that he was looking down into my eyes.

“I’m not imagining it, am I?” I said.

“No,” he breathed. “You’re not.”

Slowly, Alex reached his hands around my neck, and before I knew what I was doing, I’d reached up to him. If we’d been standing, I would have had to reach up on my tiptoes to kiss him, but here, I fell into him. He wrapped my body in his, and our lips met. Slowly I kissed him, his sweet breath and the soft scent of liquor on my tongue. Alex pulled away, and I looked into his eyes.

“Are you sure?” he said, his voice low. I could feel his restraint—how he wanted to pounce on me. And I wanted it too. Somehow, the care Alex showed for me only made me more desperate for him.

“Yes!” I said, smiling. Couldn’t he see how much I needed him?

I kissed him again, and my hands fell around his strong shoulders as I did. I pressed my body to his and felt his warmth, and instinctively my hands reached for the buttons of his jacket, undoing his tie and then his shirt, until he was bare-chested for me. My eagerness to have him seemed to shock Alex. He hadn’t expected me to wear my feelings so openly, and seemed dazed as I kissed his chest.

But suddenly, without warning, I felt the great weight of his body descend on me, until we were lying entwined on the sofa. I felt his heart racing through his chest, saw the blood rush to his cheeks as he kissed me, not gentle now, but rough and hard, leaving tiny marks on my neck and chest. This was it—what he’d held back. A powerful, protective lust that was about to sweep me into a world of unknown pleasures.

Alex pulled me up to meet him again, and before I knew it, he’d stepped around me and was kneeling on the couch, his fingers calmly unzipping my dress as he peppered the back of my neck with kisses. I wore nothing for him now but my underwear, and heard a growl of pleasure escape his throat as he ran his hands around my bare waist, cupped my breasts and gave into the lust I knew he felt for me.

“You’re beautiful,” he purred, and I sighed, feeling the words escape as breath on my shoulders.

“You’re not so bad yourself, handsome,” I murmured.

I could feel his throbbing erection almost escaping his pants, and turned as he bit and sucked at the soft flesh on my shoulders, working quickly to free his thick manhood from his pants. I slipped off his belt and it fell through my trembling hands. Never, never in my life had I known a man as comforting as this, confident and calm in his movements as he drew my body towards his.

Within no time at all, I’d loosened his cock from his pants—and what an enormous, gorgeous cock it was, throbbing with desire for me, and certainly the biggest I’d ever seen.

"Wow,” I said, without meaning to.Would it fit?

But Alex just pulled me into his lap. He kissed me.

“It’s okay,” he said, and I knew it would be. I was already more flushed and aroused than I’d ever been in my life. I could feel myself growing wet between my legs.

I lowered myself onto my knees, wildly tossing my hair over my shoulder. It only seemed to arouse Alex more. I bent and greedily began to suck his dick, first kissing it, before taking the shaft in my mouth, descending and rising with rapid motion.

“Oh my God,” said Alex, through gritted teeth. “That’s incredible.”

My hand wrapped around his cock as I sucked it, and I thought that Alex would succumb right there and then—my ex certainly did—but I was shocked when he snarled, and pulled me up on the couch, freeing himself of the last of his clothes, and tearing off my bra and my panties.

“You’re not getting away that easily,” he sneered, and bent, and before I knew it, I felt his mouth gently pressing against the heat of my hot, wet pussy. I moaned, and stretched my arms down to his head, where my fingers felt his thick, dark hair. I showed him how much I liked it, lazily draping my legs over his shoulders while he expertly ate my pussy. Slow, long licks of his tongue began to charge my body with delight, as he sank his mouth closer and closer between my legs, never applying too much or too little pressure. It was perfect. I’d never known a man who could do this as well as him. I was twenty-three years old, a plaything in his hands, inexperienced and utterly fascinated. My head said no, but my heart yelledyes. I sighed and felt my loins give way for him.

I knew Alex wanted to have sex with me, knew that was why he’d thrown me down on the couch with such eagerness, and I welcomed it. I needed him, his strength, his power, inside of me, through me, everywhere. He kissed my breasts, and then my neck, and my face, and finally rose up before me, his enormous cock posed over the lips of my pussy.

“You want this?” he said, teasingly, and I looked up at him, my eyes full of fire.

So what if this rich guy was going to discard me in the morning? So what if it was just a one-night stand? So what if I never saw him again? Despite my disappointment, I couldn’t stop now.

I wanted him.

“Fuck me,” I said. “Please, Alex, please.”

As the head of Alex’s penis pressed into my pussy, I yelped, astonished at just how big he really was. But gently, slowly, he worked into me, pushing himself deeper and closer, until he was completely inside me, until I was pinned beneath him on the couch. His strong arms wrapped around my wrists, holding me down while he began to move his waist in a slow, gentle rhythm. The size of him was a shock: my loins felt on fire, and more than once or twice, I struggled, before surrendering, holding him close to me as he punished my pussy with faster, firmer thrusts now. I began to cry out, not with pain but with pleasure, not wanting but needing Alex Lowe.

I tightened my legs around him, and looked up into his eyes. Alex seemed like he was about to come when a thought came to me:I wasn’t on birth control.

It’s just one time,I said to myself. I knew I needed him. I knew there was no way I’d make him stop, not when he’d shown me the night of my life, the best goddamn fuck I’d ever get. I wasn’t about to pass it up.