The glass-leaved tree cast fractured light across her bare boobs, her body still trembling from the orgasm he’d wrung out of her.
He tilted his head, eyes glinting with cocky delight. "Well, damn," he drawled, voice thick with swagger. "Didn’t know you could scream like that. Thought you were all dry wit, but that? You lted for ."
Inolda’s hazel eyes snapped to his, narrowing as her flush deepened, not just from pleasure now, but from irritation. "Oh, shut up," she shot back, her tone sharp and biting, though her voice was still ragged.
She straightened, pushing off the arch, her perky boobs bouncing faintly. "You’re not that good, pretty boy. I’ve had better." Her words were a challenge, flung like a gauntlet, but the way her thighs pressed together betrayed how much he’d gotten under her skin.
Alex’s grin deepened, the corners of his mouth curling with unyielding confidence, as if he were a wolf who’d already claid his prey.
He remained unbothered by her defiance, standing tall to loom over her, his posture commanding and unwavering.
His gaze never faltered, his eyes dark with a mixture of amusent and sothing far more carnal. "Better? I doubt it," he drawled, his voice low, a smooth, seductive undertone lacing the words as he spoke.
His body was tense with restrained desire, the muscles of his chest and arms subtly shifting beneath the slick sheen of sweat, and the bulge of his rod pressed uncomfortably against the fabric of his trousers, straining with a palpable, urgent ache.
He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming in the confined space, and raised an eyebrow, one sharp, teasing arc that seed to challenge her very resolve.
"I bet you’re dying to return the favor, though," he murmured, the words dripping with a daring sort of invitation, as though daring her to act, to make the first move.
His gaze locked onto hers, the raw, unfiltered confidence in his eyes a blazing beacon in the humid, heavy air of the nook.
The heat of the mont, thick and suffocating, wrapped around them both, and he stood there, unfazed, daring her to break.
Inolda scoffed, but her gaze flicked to his bulge, a spark of hunger cutting through her defiance. "Fine," she said, stepping close, her bare skin brushing his. "Let’s see if you can handle ."
Her hands moved fast, yanking his trousers down, freeing his rod, thick and pulsing, already leaking at the tip.
She dropped to her knees, moss cushioning her, and gripped him firmly, her fingers warm and unhesitant. "Don’t get cocky," she muttered, then leaned in, her lips closing around him in a hot, wet slide.
Alex groaned, head tipping back as her tongue swirled over his tip, teasing before she took him deeper.
Her mouth was relentless, sucking hard, lips tight, one hand stroking what she couldn’t fit.
He tangled his fingers in her pink curls, not guiding but holding on, his hips twitching as she worked him.
"Fuck, you’re good at this," he rasped, voice rough with pleasure, but still smug. She humd, the vibration sending a jolt through him, and scraped her teeth lightly along his length, making him hiss.
To keep things moving, he slid a hand down, brushing her bare shoulder, then lower, cupping her boob again.
He squeezed, thumb flicking her nipple, coaxing a muffled moan from her as she sucked. "Keep that up, and I’ll owe you," he teased, his other hand tracing her jaw, feeling it move with each bob of her head.
She pulled back briefly, smirking up at him, lips slick. "You already do," she said, then dove back in, faster now, her tongue lashing the underside of his rod.
The heat between them built with an intensity that seed to rise too quickly, almost consuming him in its swift, undeniable pull.
Alex’s breath grew ragged, each inhale strained with the sharp, growing pressure inside him.
His body reacted before he could think, his balls tightening painfully, the pleasure coiling so tightly within him that he could feel it pulsing, a near unbearable pressure.
He groaned, a deep, guttural sound escaping his throat as his hands found her hair, fingers threading through the strands with careful but urgent force.
Gently, he tugged, pulling her off of him, forcing a brief, reluctant pause.
"Wait, wait," he panted, his voice hoarse and heavy, the desire thick in the words.
His body throbbed with need, his rod straining and pulsing, a testant to the raw hunger that had built between them.
The cool air seed to do little to soothe him as he took a step back, his chest rising and falling with each erratic breath, the sweat on his skin still glistening in the dim light.
His gaze locked onto hers, eyes now dark with primal desire, filled with that unyielding hunger that only seed to grow with every passing second.
"Lie down," he commanded, his voice low and urgent, almost a rasp as he looked at her, his words thick with anticipation. "I wanna be inside you."
There was no question in his tone, only the raw, undeniable desire to take the next step, to claim the mont that had been building between them like a storm ready to break.
Inolda wiped her mouth, smirking despite the flush on her cheeks. "Bossy," she muttered, but complied, lowering herself onto the moss, petals sticking to her sweat-sheened back.
She spread her thighs, cave glistening, inviting, and beckoned him with a taunting, "Well? Don’t keep waiting."
Alex kicked off his trousers fully, rod jutting proud as he knelt between her legs.
He took a mont, more foreplay, because he couldn’t resist, leaning down to kiss her neck again, lips hot and sucking, leaving a faint mark.
His hand slid between them, fingers brushing her cave, dipping inside briefly to feel her wetness before circling her clit, slow and teasing.
She squird, moaning, "Stop stalling," her voice sharp but needy, hips lifting toward him.
He chuckled, lining his rod up with her cave, the tip grazing her folds.
Then he pushed in, slow at first, groaning loud as her heat enveloped him, tight and scalding, like sinking into molten silk.
"Oh, you’re so hot," he growled, voice cracking with awe as he bottod out, hips flush against hers.
Inolda gasped, legs wrapping around him, pulling him deeper, her nails digging into his back.
He set a rhythm, steady but hard, each thrust rocking her against the moss, her moans mingling with his grunts.
The vines trembled overhead, the nook a cocoon of their heat, sweat dripping as he drove into her. She pushed back, eting him thrust for thrust.
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