She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother

”What are you waiting for?” Victoria whispered, her voice low and already unsteady. ”Take me, Alex. Claim all of it.”

The hunger in it was plain. She lay back against his pillows with her legs parted, amber light catching the wet shine between her thighs, and her eyes stayed on him, impatient, dark, no longer pretending she could wait. One hand rested on her own thigh, holding herself open for him.

Alex looked at her and smiled, slow and satisfied.

He was already over her. The belt hung open where her hands had left it, the trousers still caught at his hips. He pushed them the rest of the way down, kicked them off the side of the bed, and let them fall without looking where they landed. His cock stood thick and heavy between them, already wet at the tip, and Victoria’s breath caught as she watched him.

”Impatient, aren’t we,” he said, the smirk still on his mouth.

He settled between her open thighs, one hand closing on her hip, the other braced beside her head. The heat of him pressed against her before he had even lined himself up, thick and heavy against the wet ache she had been offering him.

Victoria’s fingers found his shoulder. Her hips lifted, impatient, trying to take him before he gave it.

”Alex...”

”I can see,” he murmured, dragging himself slowly through her folds, feeling how ready she was. ”You have been waiting long enough.”

”Put it in already,” Victoria breathed, her hips still lifted against him. ”I have been dying for this since you left me in that office. I have not had enough of you.”

Alex did not make her ask again.

He lined himself up and pushed inside.

Victoria groaned, the sound breaking out of her as her body opened around him. ”Finally,” she whispered, and her eyes closed as she felt him tearing into her, thick and relentless, filling a place that had been aching since the office. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, nails biting in, her breath catching with every inch he claimed.

She was wet enough to take him, ready enough that her body yielded, and still the thickness of him stole the air from her lungs.

Alex did not stop. He sank in slowly, feeling her grip him and pull him deeper, until his hips met hers and there was nothing left to give. He stayed there, buried to the hilt, and let her feel all of him.

Victoria moaned, loud and unashamed, both hands clutching his shoulders as her legs tightened around his waist.

Then he drew back.

The slow drag of him leaving her made her whimper, empty for only a breath, and before she could ask he pushed in again, deeper than the first time, until the head of him pressed against the very end of her.

”Ah... Alex...” she breathed, shaking under him, eyes wide and wet. ”You’re... so deep...”

He stayed buried, his forehead close to hers, and let her feel all of him.

”You asked me to claim it,” he said, his voice low against her mouth. ”So I am. As deep inside you as you can take me. And I am going to love every inch of it.”

He stayed buried a moment longer, letting her feel the full weight of him, then started to draw back, ready to thrust.

Victoria stopped him.

Her legs tightened around his waist and held him where he was, heels pressing into the small of his back, her body clenching around the length she was not ready to lose. Her eyes were wet, still wide from how deep he had reached, and she did not look away.

”Not yet,” she whispered. ”Stay. Just for a moment. I like you like this... so deep inside me.”

Her hand left his shoulder and came up to his face. She traced his jaw, then cupped his cheek, her thumb resting at the corner of his mouth, and drew him down until their lips met.

The kiss was not hungry the way the first one had been. It was slower, warmer, the kind she gave when she had already been taken and still wanted him closer. Victoria sighed into it, her mouth soft against his, her tongue sliding against his in an unhurried stroke. She kissed him as if she meant to keep him there, buried inside her, and learn the taste of him all over again.

She caught his lower lip between her teeth, a gentle bite, then soothed it with her tongue and kissed him again, deeper this time, her body clenching around him as she did.

”Just like this,” she murmured against his mouth. ”Don’t move yet. Let me have you.”

Alex stayed.

He did not pull out. His hips remained flush to hers, the full length of him held inside the tight, wet heat of her, and he let her have what she wanted. His mouth stayed open under hers. He did not take the kiss back. He let her set it, slow and deep, her tongue sliding against his while she held his face and kept him buried where she liked him.

She only left him when her breath finally gave out.

Her lips parted from his, wet and swollen, and a shaky moan slipped out as her walls clenched around the length she had refused to let go. Her forehead rested against his. Her hand was still on his cheek.

”God,” she whispered. ”You feel even better when I am the one holding you still.”

Alex smiled, slow and pleased, watching the way she clung to him.

”This is nothing, darling.”

His hands left the sheets and came up to her breasts. They were heavy and warm in his palms, still flushed from his mouth, the nipples already stiff. He caressed them slowly, weighing them, then pinched, rolling the peaks between his fingers until Victoria moaned and arched into his touch.

Her walls clenched around him, tight and involuntary, as if her body meant to keep him exactly where she had asked him to stay.

”Tonight you are going to feel so much you will beg me to stop,” he said, pinching a little harder, his eyes on her open mouth. ”And when I do not, you will beg me for more. I am going to keep you right here until you cannot tell which one you want.”

Victoria’s answer broke into another moan. She clenched around him again, shaking, her nails biting into his shoulder.

”You said you have not had enough of me,” he murmured. ”Neither have I. I left you half ruined in that office, and all I have wanted since is to get back here and finish it. You are not getting off my cock until I have.”

His hips moved before she could answer. A slow roll, barely a thrust, just enough to drag inside her and press back in.

Victoria’s breath caught. The legs that had been holding him still loosened, then tightened again, no longer to stop him.

He did it once more, deeper, and the sound she made was a shaky moan against his mouth.

”Alex...”

He kissed her and gave her another, still slow, letting her feel every inch leave and fill her again. Her breasts shifted in his hands. She stopped holding him in place and started meeting him, her hips lifting, the plea already in her voice.

He did not keep it slow.

The next thrust was harder. Then the next. He drove into her in deep, steady strokes, the wet sound of it filling the room.

Victoria could not keep the words straight.

”Harder... Alex... ah... right there... it feels so good...”

Each deep stroke knocked another sound out of her. Her hands left his shoulders and caught at the sheets, then came back to him, nails dragging down his back as if she needed something to hold. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, flushed and wet, the nipples still stiff from his fingers.

”Don’t stop,” she gasped, her voice breaking. ”Please... I’m so close... you feel so deep...”

Alex held her hips and gave her exactly that. He did not slow. He drove into her in long, heavy strokes, the wet sound of it filling the room, each one hitting the place that made her cry out.

Victoria’s legs locked around his waist. Her head tipped back into the pillows. A helpless moan tore out of her, then another, higher, as the pleasure climbed past what she could hold.

”Alex... I’m coming... ah... I’m coming...”

She shattered around him.

Her back arched off the charcoal sheets, her walls gripping him in tight, desperate pulses, and the cry that left her was raw and unashamed. She shook through it, moaning his name, her body pulling him deeper even as the orgasm rolled over her.

Alex did not stop. He fucked her through it, slow and deep, drawing the pleasure out until she was trembling under him, eyes wet, mouth open, still full of his cock.

When the worst of it passed, she could barely breathe.

”So good,” she whispered, wrecked and smiling, her hands weak on his shoulders. ”Alex... that was... I can take more. Don’t you dare stop.”

He stayed buried inside her, still hard, and brushed the damp hair from her face.

”I was not going to,” he said. ”You came. I have not. You are going to give me another before I fill you.”