~Alexander's POV~
A slow, dark smile spread across my face. I reached for the hem of his shirt. "You're going to get exactly what you asked for."
"Yes," Alis moaned, his eyes locked on mine. "Take me hard. I want it."
I didn't waste another second. I stripped him bare, my hands trembling with a mix of hunger and possessiveness.
Once he was naked, Alis didn't back away; instead, he crawled over me, his skin hot against mine.
He began to roll his waist slowly, a needy, seductive intent in every movement, as he worked the clothes off my body until we were both completely bare, skin-to-skin in the dim light.
Alis wet his finger with his tongue, his eyes fixed on mine, before slowly tracing my lips with the damp heat.
He then pressed that same hand against my mouth, and I took his fingers into my own mouth, tasting him as I gripped his waist.
I pulled him flush against me, my palms pressing firmly into his soft, rounded bottom.
I leaned down, my mouth finding his nipple and swirling my tongue around the peak until he let out a sharp gasp. "Do you want me to use the toys on you, babe?" I whispered against his skin.
"No," Alis breathed, his fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. "I only want your dick and your hands to do the work. I don't want anything else. I want you to fuck me so hard I won't even be able to leave this bed tomorrow morning."
"Granted," I growled.
I reached for the lube, slicking my cock before turning my attention to his entrance. I didn't rush. I pressed one finger inside him, then two, stretching him slowly. Alis let out a long, shattered moan, his head falling back as his body arched. He gripped his lip between his teeth, his hips moving in a slow, seductive circle around my fingers.
"Ah... Alex... yes, right there," he whimpered, his voice matching the deep, guttural groans coming from my own throat as I worked him. I leaned up to kiss his neck, marking the sensitive skin while my hand moved rhythmically inside him.
Alis was a mess of heat and sound, his body slick with sweat. "Please..." he begged, his voice breaking. "Please, Alex... I need you inside. Use your cock. Please."
I didn't answer. I kept working my fingers, pushing him to the brink until he couldn't take the teasing anymore. Alis reached down, gently removing my hand. He took a moment to stroke me, his eyes dark with intent, before he lifted his hips and slowly lowered himself onto me.
"Mmmph!" I let out a heavy, strained groan as I filled him. The heat of him was staggering. Once he was fully seated, I reached up and captured his mouth, our moans merging into one loud, desperate sound as we kissed with a raw, frantic hunger.
Alis broke the kiss, gasping for air as he began to move his hips. He started riding me, his body moving with a fluid, practiced grace that sent sparks through my nerves. "Oh god, Alex... you're so sweet... fuck me baby..."
I couldn't take the slow pace for long. I reached up, grabbing his waist with both hands, and began to slam upward into him, meeting every one of his descents with a powerful thrust.
"Faster! Please don't stop!" Alis screamed, his voice echoing through the room. "Harder, Alex! Fuck!"
His small, firm butt was jumping against my thighs with every hit. I went deep, pushing into his core until he was sobbing my name. He leaned down, catching my tongue with his as we worked in a frantic, messy rhythm.
"Daddy... please... go deeper... take me harder!" he cried out, his nails digging into my shoulders.
Suddenly, he pulled back, his breath coming in ragged hitches. "Change... let's change positions."
"Anything you want, baby," I rasped.
Alis moved with perfect, seductive confidence. He crawled to the edge of the bed and bent over, arching his back and presenting himself to me in an ideal doggystyle position.
I stood at the edge of the bed, my heart thundering in my ears. I took a moment to stroke myself, the anticipation nearly killing me, before I slowly slid back inside him.
"Ohhh, god!" I groaned, the sensation of him gripping me even tighter in this position forcing a loud, guttural sound from my chest.
Alis let out a high-pitched wail of pleasure as I began to drive into him again, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the quiet house. "Yes! Just like that, Daddy! Don't you dare stop!"
I didn't stop. I leaned into him, my hands gripping his hips so hard, and I began to pound into him with everything I had. The sound was rhythmic and heavy thwack, thwack, thwack, a primal beat that matched the thundering of my heart.
"You're the best, Alis," I groaned, my voice a gravelly mess of heat. "You're fucking perfect, baby."
I drove into him harder, my hips colliding with his in a forceful thrust that sent a sharp knock through the headboard against the wall. Alis cried out, a broken, jagged groan tearing from his throat as his head rolled against the sheets. "Yes! I love that! More, Alex, don't you fucking stop! Harder!"
He reached down, his hand wrapping around his cock, and he started stroking himself with a frantic, desperate speed. His hips bucked back to meet every one of my thrusts, seeking that deep, internal friction. "Fuck, Daddy! Ah—ah—fuck!"
"I'm getting close, Alis," I rasped, the pressure building behind my hips until it felt like an explosion was imminent. "I'm so close."
"No, baby, not yet," Alis gasped, his voice thin and needy.
I pulled out abruptly, the loss of heat making us both cry out in protest. I moved to the edge of the bed, sitting down and pulling Alis onto my lap. He draped his legs over mine, guiding me back inside him as he sat down heavily.
The depth was staggering. I started thrusting upward, my movements powerful and deep, while Alis gripped my neck, his head falling back as he rode the waves of pleasure.
"Oh god, Alex... fuck!" he wailed, his voice echoing.
"Baby, I'm close... I'm right there," I moaned, my hands sliding down to stroke him faster, my fingers slick and moving in a blur.
"Go faster! Please, just go faster!" Alis begged, his voice rising in pitch. I doubled my efforts, my muscles screaming as I slammed into him with every ounce of strength I had left. The sound of our bodies colliding was frantic now, a wet, desperate slapping that filled the air. Slap, slap, slap.
"Baby, I'm close! I'm gonna!" Alis's voice broke into a high, shattered scream. He started to moan in short, rapid bursts "Fuck me! Baby just like that! Go deeper… I'm gonna cum…" his body trembling violently as he reached the peak. "I'm cumming! Alex!"
He shuddered as he came, the heat of him spilling hot across my hand and over both of our chests.
The sight of him coming spurred me over the edge. I let out a guttural, primal roar, my hands gripping his waist as I delivered three more powerful, deep slams, emptying myself inside him. "Yes, baby… Fuck" I moan and we both collapse into a heap of tangled limbs and sweat-soaked skin.
We stayed like that for a moment, me buried deep inside him, both of us breathing hard. After a few seconds, I slowly pulled out of him, the loss of contact drawing a soft, broken sound from his throat.
I fell back onto the bed, my chest heaving, and Alis collapsed right on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him tightly against my chest as our breathing slowly returned to normal. I pressed a tender kiss to the top of his damp head.
"I love you so much, baby," I whispered into the quiet room.
"I love you more," Alis breathed, his voice barely a murmur.
I eased back, cradling his face in my hands and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?" I murmured. "I'll have the maid prepare whatever you like before you wake up."
Alis shook his head, his eyes already heavy with sleep. "No… you cook for me," he murmured. "I'll eat anything you make."
I smiled, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the sex. "Okay, baby. I'll do anything you want. Anything."
I kissed him one last time, and Alis hugged me tight, his body finally going limp…