Taste of Ms. Alexander

Chapter 9 - Point of No Return

Amanda Alexander

The brief silence around us was thick and charged with sharp electric waves. Anthony was still as he eagerly awaited my cry for his pleasure. It had been two and a half years since I last allowed a man to touch me. So, no amount of self-pleasure could have ever satisfied the ache that was built inside me. My body was craving more, and, in that moment, it craved him, more than anything else.

"Please, Anthony," I pleaded, my voice steady but breathless as I arched my back, pushing my ass firmly against the thick pressure of his arousal.

A deep groan rumbled from his chest at my response. It was the confirmation he needed before he reached over to the nightstand. The soft rustle of foil followed, echoing in my ear as he tore open a condom and rolled it over his length with ease.

His palm met my ass again with a sharp smack and this time, rougher and more possessive. The sting sent such a delicious heat straight through me.

"Arch dah ass fi mi," he commanded.

I obeyed without hesitation, lifting my hips and presenting myself to him in silent invitation. His thumb traced a slow, deliberate path down my soaked pussy. Then, pressed just enough to make me shiver.

"So fucking wet too," he said low and rough, with hunger coating every word.

I moaned at his hungry words and the way his thumb felt against me. The feeling was exactly what I craved. Anthony wrapped my hair around his fist, pulling me toward him as he brought his hand around to cradle my jaw, slipping his thumb between my lips and tilting my head back to watch him. The faint taste of my own arousal clung to it. A slightly sweet and intoxicating goodness. I closed my lips around his finger, sucking with intent while my eyes locked onto his.

A low growl rumbled from his throat as he positioned himself at my entrance, teasing me before pressing forward with a deep thrust. A sharp gasp screamed from my lips as he stretched me. His thick length filled every inch of me. So, fucking intense that it felt like I was being fucked for the first time, all over again. His hand lowered from my jaw to my throat, while his other caressed my breast, massaging it with slow, sensual precision.

"Mmm...you so fucking tight," he groaned.

Then, he released his grip, and I collapsed forward onto the bed, with my body pliant beneath him. His thumbs found the small dimples on my lower back, a perfect hold as he steadied himself. With slow, measured strokes, he moved within me, allowing me to adjust and feel every inch of him. A single tear slipped down my cheek from the initial sting of him, but that gradually melted into waves of pleasure.

I buried my face in the sheets, biting down to try muffle the moans that threatened to spill free. My fingers clenched at the fabric, so desperate for something to hold onto as he built an intoxicating rhythm. Then, he quickened his pace even more. His hips slammed against me with a raw, unrelenting need. He sent jolts of pleasure rocking through me with each deep thrust. Somehow I met him with equal rhythm, pushing back and allowing our bodies to move in perfect sync.

"Just like dah, baby. Fuck!" he groaned.

A sharp smack landed on my ass and the sensation ignited something primal within me. His name spilled from my lips in a breathless moan.

"Anthony"

I was so near the edge of release. Then, his thumb pressed against my rear, applying just enough pressure to send me spiraling over. Anthony had me wrapped around his finger, toying at every string and playing with my body like he owned it. All to control my orgasm. He slowed down his strokes, deep and deliberate, to keep me right on edge.