Valentina pov
How did I end up on Alexander’s lap?
How did I end up tangled in his arms in the backseat of the car with his lips claiming mine in a way that left me utterly breathless?
And most of all- how did I end up in nothing but my underwear?
I sucked in a shaky breath as Alexander’s hand trailed higher, stopping at the clasp of my bra so close to setting me completely bare. But instead of undoing it, his hand remained there, teasing, while his other hand cupped my face, tilting it just right as his lips moved in perfect sync with mine.
“Mmm,” I moaned, rolling my hips against Alexander’s hardness, desperate for even the slightest friction to ease the unbearable heat pooling between my legs. My panties were soaked, my body aching for more.
Alexander groaned, his grip tightening and with a single flick of his fingers, my bra came undone. I gasped as he pulled away from the kiss, only to lean down and take one of my nipples into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Oh God, Alexander,” I breathed out, threading my fingers through his dark locks, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip as his hand guided my hips, pressing me harder against his aching length.
The friction sent jolts of pleasure through me, but it still wasn’t enough. My body throbbed with need, desperate to have him inside me. I could barely think straight though, let’s be honest, when was I ever thinking straight?
I was in a car, in the middle of nowhere, grinding against my husband with the probability of someone stumbling upon us. And somehow, that only made it hotter.
God, I’m so fucked.
“Alexander, please…” I pleaded, the words barely escaping my lips as Alexander pulled away from my nipple. He licked his bottom lip, fixing his dark gaze on me before slowly and desperately leaning in until our lips were mere inches apart. I closed my eyes, expecting him to kiss me but he didn’t. Instead, he moved closer to my ear, his warm breath hot against my skin as he whispered,
“If you want it, then you have to work for it.”
My breath hitched, and I blinked in confusion at his words. Then he continued, answering the question I hadn’t even asked,
“Ride me, sweetheart.”
My body went stiff at the sound of that nickname and I felt myself get wetter, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it. Alexander effortlessly lifted me just above his lap, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties. With one fluid motion, he slid them down, letting the fabric pool onto the car seat.
Before I could even react, his hand moved to his trousers. My heart pounded wildly against my chest as he unzipped them, the sound deafening in the enclosed space. Then, with a slow motion, he freed his thick, veiny length, and my breath hitched at the sight.
I almost drooled.
“Fuck.” The curse slipped past my lips before I could stop it, and I could have sworn I saw a smirk tug at Alexander’s lips. But before I could dwell on it, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer, positioning me just above his tip.
Then, slowly but surely, he guided me down onto his length, stretching and filling me inch by inch. My mouth fell open in a silent gasp, my eyes rolling back as a wave of overwhelming pleasure coursed through me, leaving my entire body trembling.
“Oh God! Fuck-” My scream was abruptly swallowed as Alexander crashed his lips onto mine, silencing me completely. I knew why. This place was deserted, which meant any sound could easily echo.
His kiss was deep and bruising, a distraction from the way my walls clenched tightly around his thick length as I sat fully impaled on his lap. He didn’t move me. He didn’t thrust. Instead, he let me adjust.
Just when I thought I might drown in the intensity of it all, Alexander groaned, pulling away from my lips. Leaning back against the seat, he ran a hand through his dark hair, his eyes squeezing shut as if he was barely holding himself together.
“Always so fucking tight,” he muttered under his breath, barely audible but I heard it.
The words sent a shiver down my spine, and before my brain could catch up, my body had already started moving. My face flushed a deep shade of pink as I lifted myself slightly, then sank back down, rolling my hips in slow movements, trying to ease the aching throb between my legs.
Oh, fuck. It felt so good.
Alexander’s head snapped toward me, surprise flickering across his face at my sudden movement. But in the next second, his gaze darkened. He didn’t stop me. Instead, he took a deep breath and leaned back, his muscles tensing as he let me have my way.
My heart pounded wildly at the sight of him watching me- jaw clenched, eyes hooded with lust, his breathing uneven. The way he let me ride him, allowing me to take control, sent a strange, intoxicating satisfaction rushing through me.
I rode him faster, my breasts bouncing with each movement. My head fell back as pleasure consumed me, every inch of him stretching and filling me to the brim. When the tip of his dick brushed against my womb, a sharp gasp tore from my lips, and I instinctively increased my pace, desperate for more-like a bitch in heat.
“Oh, fuck! Alexander, it feels so good. I-I’m about to cum,” I cried out, my mind too muddled to think straight as I got close to the edge of release.
Alexander’s hands wrapped around me, pulling me closer until our bodies were flush against each other, but he didn’t thrust or interrupt my movements. He simply held me there, letting me take what I needed.
And then close to my ear, Alexander whispered,
“Cum for daddy”
That was all he said for me to completely lose it and start cumming hard. My body shook, my vision blurred and I fell on Alexander as he held me close as I tried to pass through the intense orgasm.
After a few seconds, my body finally stopped trembling. I took a deep, shaky breath, closing my eyes as I tried to steady myself.
But before I could fully recover, Alexander shifted beneath me, effortlessly flipping our positions. In an instant, I found myself lying beneath him, his firm body pressing against mine.
I gasped as his lips found my stomach, trailing slow, teasing kisses downward. My breath hitched when he stopped just above my dripping heat, his dark eyes meeting mine.
With a slow, sinful smirk, he murmured,
“My turn.”