Stella’s P. O. V.
I see in the mirror as Alex unzips his jeans and takes out his dick. I bite my lower lip, staring at him, and he gazes at me before grabbing my waist and pressing his dick against my pussy.
“Whose pussy is this?” He asks, digging his nails into my skin and grinding his hard dick against me, driving me crazy.
I just can’t wait to have him inside me.
“Yours!” I breathe, and he spanks my hips again.
“Say it properly, Flower,” he commands in a dark, husky voice, roughly grinding himself against my needy pussy.
“My pussy belongs to you, Alex,” I moan, moving myself back against his dick.
“Stay still.” His grip on my waist tightens, keeping me from moving.
“Please…” I beg, staring at him in the mirror.
“You get it when I give it to you, because that little pussy is mine, understood?” He taps his dick against my wetness, making me even crazier. His dark words fuel my desire, making me more and more aroused with each second.
I can’t wait any longer.
“Yes…” I moan as he continues to tease my clit with his hard dick, driving me insane.
Why is he torturing me like this? I can’t take it-I need him.
“Alex, please,” I beg, pushing myself against him again.
“I said stay still, Stella.” He replaces his dick with his palm on my pussy and hits me hard.
I gasp, jumping at the sensation, clutching my hands, and I close my eyes shut from the intense blend of pain and pleasure that courses through my body.
“This pussy is mine. It means I can do anything I want with it.” He roughly strokes his long fingers over my pussy, his other hand clutching my waist, keeping me still as his intense gaze fixed on me in the mirror.
“I can spank it.” He smacks my pussy again, making me scream and grab the edge of the dressing table.
Damn! His possessive side is killing me, but deep down, I love it-so raw, so rough.
“I can pinch it.” He grips my pussy lips tightly and sharply between his fingers and thumb before twisting them, making me cry out in pain.
But surprisingly, this pain also feels so damn good.
“I can eat it.” He kneels behind me, grabs my ass apart, and sucks my clit hard, while I moan, scratching the table with my nails.
“I’m the only one who can thrust the fingers into this hole.” He pushes his two fingers deep inside me, still sucking my clit, causing my legs to tremble with pleasure.
Fuck! My entire body is on fire.
“Yes… Only you can do it, Alex,” I moan, surrendering to him completely, my body, my mind, and my soul.
He withdraws his fingers and mouth and whispers against my pussy, “Only I can tongue-fuck this beautiful pussy.” He slides his tongue inside me, gripping my thighs as I moan his name like an insane woman.
Then he rises to his feet, positions himself at my entrance, and grabs my hair with both hands, pulling my face back until my eyes meet his-burning with possessiveness.
“And only I can fuck this little tight hole, understood?” He growls, entering me from behind, pushing my body forward with the hard thrust and making me stand on my toes. He tightens his grip on my hair, and I cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain.
I feel so damn good.
“Yes… I’m all yours. Please… don’t stop.” I plead, pressing my hands against the mirror and watching him. He pulls out until just his tip remains, only to thrust his full length into me again, harder, pushing my body against the table, which rattles against the wall.
He keeps fucking me from behind, filling the room with the sounds of our skin slapping, the table hitting the wall, and our moans and groans.
It’s so insane, so hot, the way he takes me-something different and overwhelming.
“I want everyone to know that you’re fucking mine, Flower. So no one else even thinks of looking at you that way.” With every word, his thrusts become rougher, harder. He presses my face against the mirror. My cheek flushes against the glass as I close my eyes, lost in unbearable pleasure. Every part of my body is shaking.
I feel his dick throbbing inside me, and I’m also getting close to my orgasm. He gives a last, hard thrust, twisting his dick, and I come hard around him, my legs and thighs quivering.
“Yeah, you can come like this only for me.” He pulls out of me and releases my hair while I rest my head against the mirror, catching my breath back.
Something clicks in my mind-he hasn’t come yet.
Then he commands, “Pull up your dress to your waist and sit on the table, spreading your legs as wide as you can for me.”
I’m still panting, my legs still throbbing, but I obey him immediately because his voice is so authoritative that I can’t resist.
I sit on the dressing table, pulling up my dress and exposing my pussy to him. His dark eyes stay on my face as I spread my legs, just as he told me.
Then he steps between my legs, holding his dick in his hand, stroking it, with pre-come already glistening at the tip, just ready to explode.
He groans, and his thick, white come spreads over my thighs.
Fuck! I wasn’t expecting that, but it’s so hot watching him come like this that it arouses me again. I lick my lip, staring down at my thighs covered in his come.
“You belong to me, Stella.” He whispers against my lips, holding my face, and kisses me roughly. I kiss him back, grabbing his hair.
“I think now we should get back to the party.” He pulls away and zips up his jeans.
“Yes,” I respond, biting my lower lip as I think about what he just did to me.
He helps me stand, pulls up my panties, and straightens my dress.
Wait-what about that? Is he not going to clean it? His cum is still all over my thighs, and it’s so embarrassing to go back to the party like this.
I give him a confused look, and he stares back with that same dark, possessive gaze, but this time with a smirk on his handsome face.
“You’re going back to the party like this, Stella, with my come on your thighs,” he says, his voice laced with possessiveness, his eyes never leaving mine. “I know I can’t tell everyone yet that you belong to me, but at least I can leave a mark of my ownership on your body.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, both thrilling and slightly embarrassing. My cheeks heat up as I imagine walking back into the party like this, with his mark still on me, hidden yet so boldly there.
It feels so dirty, yet I like the idea.
“Will you go like this for me, Stella?” His fingers brush my thighs, where the cum has already dried.
“Yes.” I nod, my cheeks turning red.
A smile spreads across his face. “Good girl,” he says, fixing my hair. His voice is tender now.
Like always, his praise sends a jolt of electricity down my spine.
He brushes a gentle thumb over my flushed cheek. “Go now. I’ll come after a moment.”
Nodding, I smooth my dress one last time before heading out.
I step back out into the party, cheeks still warm from everything that had just happened.