Tainted - Chapter 15

Once Alexander had fixed himself at her entrance, he grabbed his length, pressing against her heat and slowly moved his hips so that his dick could slip between her folds, the head rubbing over her clit a few times before he moved back down to her entrance. Slowly he pushed in, penetrating her, stopping short once the girl stiffened, and then fully sheathing himself inside of her. He propped an arm near her head and moved down to muffle her whimpers with a kiss, he was barely all the way in, almost there, yet not quite. He felt guilt eat at him, clear discomfort in her face, despite how warm and wet she was. Fuck. He was going mad. Pulling almost all the way out, Alexander eased himself in again, doing so a few more times until she had slowly relaxed and her body welcomed him.

“Shh, you handled that well, now I want you to take all of me” He spoke over her mouth, stared into her glossy eyes, his hand reaching down to rub his finger over her clit a fair distraction as he pulled out, guiding his dick in again, this time with a bit less hesitation.

“Ngh... Xander!” she had barely got his name out of her mouth when the man’s ears perked up. Fuck, how the hell was he supposed to be kind when even her voice was enough to send him over the edge.

Biting down on her lip, Alexander pinched her clit and gave his hips way to move with a rhythm, thrusting into her now at a reasonable pace when her sobs turned into little whimpers and she was no longer clawing at him for blood. Grabbing her hands from the bandages on his arm he held them up over her head by the wrist, hooking his other arm under her knee and keeping her leg up so that he could thrust harder. Alexander’s eyes were clouded with lust and desire, he wanted to slam into her, but not yet, he told himself, not yet. Right now he watched her face twist in bits of pleasure every time he moved. Whatever he was doing worked a bit too perfectly, her body squirmed, chest rising and falling, with her breasts in sight.

Dipping down to press his tongue over her nipple, he sucked hard, working his tongue over the bud as he fucked her. Theia’s surprised gasp was music to his ear, much like her breathy moans, he enjoyed catching her off guard every time. Dragging his hand down her arm after releasing her wrists, he fixated his fingers around her throat and bit down on her nipple. The vibration of her scream felt rather pleasant, enough to sudden ram his hips in a bit harder. Another cry. Alexander moaned, leaving her breast to work the other again, another hard thrust and she was whimpering, his name leaving her mouth until she had covered it and muffled her moans into her palms.

“I like it when you scream pixie, don’t hold back, let me hear that sweet voice of yours” he spoke, pulling her hand off and then moving up to lean back on his knees, holding her thighs higher up and off the floor so that she was directly pressed into his pelvis, his dick buried all the way.

“Mhhh! Xander! Hah... Xander please...” she trembled, pushing her hair away from her face messily as he pulled her hips to him, forcing her to feel more.

Alexander fixed himself, his biceps flexing as he held her up, both of her legs falling across his arms while his dick throbbed inside of her. Without a second to waste, he rocked himself into her yet again, pushing until their skins were slapping against each other. More of her whimpers and cries filled the air, she had been desperately reaching for something to grab, yet the man didn’t stop. He only picked up the pace, fucking her harder each time, so much that he was buried balls deep into her. For a desperate man, he was damn forgiving when it came to her because as much as he’d like to taint her, she would take him in the morning for the soreness.

“Alexander--AHH!” Theia quivered beneath him, her thighs trembling as she clawed the tops of the rug under them. Her cries grew louder and louder and then she jerked up, her hips fighting to grind on their own desperately. He assumed that she’d found her release, her face twisting up in pleasure as she looked at him with those pretty glossy eyes of hers. Setting her down on the rug, Alexander, pushing himself forward, threw her legs over his shoulders to fold her up beneath him as he moved down to her face and keep her gaze.

“Hah, did it feel good? Should I make you feel even better?” he whispered, keeping her legs up without waiting to hear her reply.

“But I just.. Came! Ahhh!” she had barely caught herself when Alexander moved her legs over him, fixing himself a little so that he could now pound right into her, without stopping, the man’s hips rocked against hers, penetrating himself over and over again.

Theia’s head laid flat, with her legs over him and her being pushed into this position, she could feel his dick much deeper, as if he wasn’t already deep enough. He thrusted himself harder as if trying to mould her insides to the shape of him each time, fucking her hard and pounding into her until the girl’s head went blank. The pleasure was starting to build up once again, despite already cumming shortly before, she was ready for more, her heat clamped around him, clenching and unclenching the more he moved. She couldn’t hold back her moans, writhing beneath him in pure pleasure the more he moved in and out of her.

Alexander was caught in a moment of ecstasy, his blood hot in his veins each time he moved, with a determination to fill her. He was getting closer to the brink of his own orgasm, the demons in his head telling him to give in and ravish her body, ravish her inside out. He had been holding everything in him to keep from absolutely fucking the shit out of her, instead, he slowed the pace, watching himself disappear in and out of her. Her heat had tempted him to the point where he thought he’d get drunk on her, maybe he was already drunk on her, he didn’t have much time to think. Her sudden tightness around him and the way she struggled to hold her body from its vigorous shaking had brought his attention back to her orgasm.

“Fuck... Theia... Fuck.. Fuck” Moving into her in slow, deep thrusts, Alexander shuddered, a low moan leaving him as he fill her up, his seeds burrowing deep inside of her womb. He found her lips once again, pulling her for a kiss and up from the ground to straddle him as he kissed her in distraction, walking them from the living room straight to the bedroom. He crawled onto the bed and sunk her right into the mattress while pulling himself out so that he could press two fingers into her and feel his cum soak her insides.

“Mhhh! Xander?” Theia spoke his name tentatively, a bit squirmish as he slowly eased his fingers in and out.

“Yes?” he replied, rubbing the area near her clit with his thumb without directly touching it.

“What’re you... Mh... Doing?” she asked, struggling to keep her focus.

“You didn’t think we were finished did you?” he chuckled, and once realisation dawned upon her, Theia moved a bit closer to him.

“But... Ha... you’re injured...” she didn’t think several rounds were going to do his injured shoulder any justice, at least not when the wound was as raw as it was right now.

“I’ll live” He shrugged, hitting that sweet spot of hers that he’d recognised sent her off her edge.

“Ah!! You... Jerk!” the girl groaned, earning a low chuckle from the man who fixed himself better over her on the bed, ready to devour more of her on the more comfortable mattress than the hard floor.

“You can curse me all you want tomorrow, right now, I want to indulge myself in you” He spoke along her skin. Theia hadn’t resisted, despite knowing that it was a terrible decision, he had a very convincing way to get her to agree, and suddenly, he didn’t seem much like a jerk anymore.

The room was filled with a warm glow from the sun, peeking through the windows and hitting her right in the face. Theia awoke in a bit of a daze, rubbing her face with her hand and then slowly looking around the room. She was confused at first, this wasn’t her room, then it hit her. Everything that happened last night, the attack, the escape, when they got to this house and then the events that concluded the night. Was it childish of her to feel embarrassed about what happened? Maybe. It didn’t change how she felt, she couldn’t believe she slept with Alexander, no, they didn’t just sleep together, they were at it until she was physically exhausted and knocked out cold. Her body was sore, so sore that she couldn’t keep her arm up for a second longer, just turning on the bed was a chore.

Alexander’s arm around her waist didn’t make it any easier to move as she turned to her back and carefully pulled his arm off her, a sigh of relief when he didn’t wake up. She searched the room for a shirt to wear, finding something in one of the drawers and then going straight to the bathroom. Did she want to make eye contact with her reflection? No, quite frankly she did not. When she did, she saw guilt written all over her face, exactly what she should be feeling. Guilty. Who the hell thought it was a good idea for her to fuck Alexander? She spent two more minutes having a mental breakdown at reality and then decided to use the washroom and freshen up.

It was just a one-night thing, she told herself. Yeah, one night of ridiculous orgasms and no room for a sensible thought. That’s exactly what it was. Alexander’s mouth had made sure to remind her of that, every time he went down on her, bringing her to heights of pleasure she hadn’t thought possible. Her legs were shaking, and they were surprisingly more flexible than she expected, damn, she was surprised she could even walk right now. One more soft groan left her and she slapped her cheeks to escape her thoughts. Stop thinking about it. Stop thinking about how good his tongue was. Yes, precisely because his dick was the second thing that deserved credit. He wasn’t joking when he said he wanted to fuck her.

Brushing her teeth and washing her face, she contemplated taking a shower. Deciding to go ahead with it, Theia stripped her shirt off and hopped in, the hot water would ease the sore areas of her body and she could get some time to think about everything. Pushing her hair back and wringing the water out, she stepped out of the shower and sighed at her reflection, deep bruises along her neck and chest were evidence of last night’s adventures. Drying herself and putting her shirt on once more, Theia opened the door to Alexander standing in front, casually leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Holy shit you scared me!” she gasped, resting a hand on her chest as she stepped back a little and gathered herself.

“You should get used to it” He shrugged.

“Oh please, don’t get any funny ideas, last night was...” her voice trailed, noticing the man’s dark expression.

“Hm? What? A mistake?” he answered for her, pushing her further in the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

“W-well... Maybe... Why did you close the door?” she gulped hard, now very conscious of the lack of distance between them. He picked her up, sat her on the counter of the bathroom sink and pressed both hands at the side of her.

“You are not a mistake Theia, and I’ll fuck you right here to remind you of that” Alexander pushed his fingers through her wet hair, tilting her head back and bringing his lips down on hers for a kiss.