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I moaned as he increased the pressure, his other hand still working my breast. The dual stimulation had pleasure building fast, coiling tight in my core.

“Look at you,” Alexander said, his eyes fixed on my face. “So gorgeous when you’re turned on. I love watching your expressions, seeing what makes you feel good.”

Three fingers slid inside me without warning, stretching and filling me. I cried out, my hips rocking against

his hand.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Fuck my fingers. Show me how much you want it.”

His thumb found my clit while his fingers pumped in and out, curling to hit that perfect spot inside me. I was gasping, clutching his shoulders for support as the pleasure built.

“You’re close,” Alexander observed, his voice rough. “I can feel your pussy clenching around my fingers. You going to come for me?”

“Yes,” I panted. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

“Never,” he promised, his fingers moving faster. “Come for me, Liv. Let me feel it.”

His thumb pressed down hard on my clit at the same moment his fingers hit that perfect spot, and I shattered. My orgasm crashed through me in waves, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around his fingers as I cried out his name.

Alexander worked me through it, his movements gentling as the aftershocks rippled through my body. When I finally opened my eyes, he was watching me with an expression that was equal parts satisfied and hungry.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, withdrawing his fingers slowly. He brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean while maintaining eye contact. “Delicious.”

“You’re going to kill me,” I managed, my legs still shaky.

“Not yet.” He guided me backward until my legs hit the bed. “Sit.”

I obeyed, sitting on the edge of the mattress. Alexander stood before me, his cock hard and impressive at eye level.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded.

I licked my lips, anticipation making my heart race. Opening wide, I leaned forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth. Alexander groaned, his hand coming to rest in my hair.

“Fuck, that mouth,” he breathed as I swirled my tongue around the tip. “Take it deeper.”

I relaxed my throat and took him further, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked. His hand tightened in my hair,

not forcing but guiding as I found a rhythm.

“Just like that,” Alexander groaned. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

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I hummed around him, the vibration making him curse. His hips began to move, shallow thrusts that I matched with my movements. Saliva dripped down my chin as I worked him, one hand coming up to cup his

balls.

“Christ, Liv,” he panted, his control starting to slip. “If you keep that up, I’m going to come down your

throat.”

I looked up at him through my lashes and took him even deeper, making my intentions clear. Alexander’s eyes darkened, his grip on my hair tightening almost to the point of pain.

“Greedy girl,” he growled. “You want me to fuck that pretty mouth?”

I moaned my agreement around his cock, and that was all the permission he needed. His hips snapped forward, hitting the back of my throat. I breathed through my nose, relaxing my throat to take him.

“So good,” Alexander praised, his movements becoming more erratic. “Taking my cock so well. Such a perfect mouth.”

Tears pricked my eyes from the intensity, but I didn’t pull back. The sounds he was making, the way his body tensed, told me he was close.

“I’m going to come,” he warned. “Swallow it all.”

A few more thrusts and he buried himself deep, his cock pulsing as he came. I swallowed quickly, taking everything he gave me until he finally stilled.

Alexander pulled back, his chest heaving as he looked down at me with an expression that made my core clench with renewed need. His thumb traced my swollen lower lip, pressing gently.

“Fucking perfect,” he growled, helping me to my feet. “But we’re not done yet.”

“We’re not?” My voice came out hoarse.

“Not even close.” His hands gripped my hips, spinning me to face the floor–to–ceiling windows overlooking Paris. The city glittered below us, a carpet of lights stretching to the horizon. “Hands on the glass.”

I obeyed, pressing my palms against the cool window. My reflection stared back at me, hair wild, lips swollen, completely debauched.

Alexander’s hands roamed down my sides, over my hips, gripping my ass hard enough to make me gasp. Then came the sharp crack of his palm against my right cheek.

“Fuck!”

Another slap, harder this time, on the left cheek. Then another on the right. Alexander alternated, his hand delivering measured strikes that had me panting against the glass, my pussy dripping down my thighs.

“Look at this ass,” he murmured, kneading the heated flesh. “So fucking perfect. Takes my handprints so well.”

Two fingers plunged inside me without warning, pumping hard and fast. His other hand delivered another sharp slap to my ass, and the combination had me seeing stars.

“That’s it,” Alexander encouraged. “Fuck my fingers. Show me how badly you need it.”

I rocked back against his hand, chasing the pleasure building inside me. His thumb found my clit, rubbing tight circles that had me climbing fast.

“Come for me,” he commanded. “Come all over my fucking hand.”

The orgasm crashed through me with violent intensity, my forehead pressed against the glass as I cried out his name. Alexander worked me through it, his fingers gentling as aftershocks rippled through my body.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, withdrawing his fingers. I heard him sucking them clean behind me, the wet sound making my pussy clench with renewed arousal.

“Hands still on the glass,” he commanded. “Spread your legs wider.”

I obeyed, my palms pressed against the cool window, my thighs trembling as I widened my stance. Paris glittered below us, thousands of lights bearing witness to what was about to happen.

Alexander’s cock pressed against my entrance, teasing. “Beg for it.”

“Please,” I gasped. “Please fuck me, Alex.”

“Louder.”

“Please fuck me!” The words echoed through the suite. “I need your cock inside me.”

He slammed into me in one hard thrust. I cried out, my forehead pressing against the glass as he filled me completely.

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he growled, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Now take every inch of this cock like the good girl you are.”

He set a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving me forward against the window. The glass was cold against my breasts, my nipples hardening from the temperature contrast. Behind me, Alexander’s hips snapped forward relentlessly, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me with every stroke.

One hand slid around to find my clit, rubbing hard circles that had me gasping.

The combination of his cock pounding into me and his fingers on my clit pushed me over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me, my inner walls clenching around him as I screamed his name.

“Fuck, yes,” Alexander groaned, his rhythm becoming erratic. “That’s it. Milk my cock.”

A few more hard thrusts, and he buried himself deep, his release flooding me as he cursed against my shoulder. We stayed like that for several moments, both gasping for breath, my hands still pressed against the glass.

Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.