Chapter 121/Claiming His Dick, Begging for His Cum

Chapter 121: 121/Claiming His Dick, Begging for His Cum

Chapter 121

Alexander’s Point of View

I intended to teach her an indelible lesson in absolute obedience, a discipline fitting for a woman who dared to deploy deception and calculated evasion between my hands. I would deny her that cheap, effortless release she was actively begging for; I would fuck her with an unmitigated sadism, dictating every localized pulse within her veins, systematically depriving her of the absolute peak, and leaving her gut to burn with a suspended lust that found no salvation.

With a swift, calculated, and sharp movement, I locked my fingers into her long red hair from behind, delivering a heavy yank that forced her skull back and dragged her eyes to lock directly into my rigid gaze. I dragged her naked frame across the carpet, forcing her onto her hands and knees before driving my heavy palm down against her lower spine to arch her backbone—hoisting her pelvis and her bare ass high into the air, while her thighs shifted with a tight, erratic tremor beneath my massive silhouette.

Opening my trousers, my massive dick emerged, completely rigid as steel and pulsing with prominent, engorged veins at the absolute absolute peak of arousal, fueled entirely by the sight of her torment and frantic waiting. I anchored the heavy crown of my shaft directly against the entrance of her soaking wet pussy, which was overflowing with thick fluids. With a single, brutal, and straight thrust, I buried his entire length and massive girth deep inside her from behind.

"Ahhh... Alexander!"

Her sharp, fractured scream ripped through the air, her entire existence vibrating beneath the shocking depth of the position, which forced my shaft to scrape against the sharp, burning angle of her cervix, as if splitting her pelvis entirely in two. I initiated a slow, punishingly rigid rhythm; I would pull my shaft out with an agonizingly slow deliberation until nothing remained inside her save for the absolute tip, forcing her muscles to contract and desperately claw for more, before driving my entire momentum back into her core with a straight, savage impact that smashed against her cervix with animalistic violence.

Stephanie twisted frantically beneath my frame, shifting her hips backward in a desperate, chaotic bid to grind against my dick and touch the phantom climax she had been denied. But I anchored her hips firmly beneath my iron grip like a pair of steel shackles, completely paralyzing her movements and forcing her body to receive my impacts solely according to my designated pace.

Every single time I felt the walls of her pussy contract and pulse violently around me signaling her dangerous proximity to the edge of an orgasm I would halt my thrusts completely with freezing detachment. I would pull my dick entirely out of her depth, letting it merely brush against her swollen outer labia, depriving her of the expansion and the release.

I thoroughly feasted on the sound of her weeping, broken whimpers as she begged in total disorientation: "Alex... please... put it back in... don’t do this to me!"

"You deliberately ruined my disposition with your lies, Steph... and now you will shoulder the absolute penalty of your defiance," I unleashed a rough, gravelly whisper directly against her neck, anchoring my forearm over her spine to pin her breath down.

Pulling my massive torso back, I sat down against the sofa cushions, spreading my thighs apart while leaving my violently rigid dick completely exposed to her view dripping with the slick wetness of her arousal, its engorged veins looking as though they were about to rupture from the sheer intensity of the congestion and heat.

Fixing her with a cold gaze, I demanded in a low, gravelly rumble:

"Get on your knees right here between my feet, Stephanie... and wrap your little mouth around it until I grant you permission to rest."

She turned toward me, her features completely pale and her eyes thoroughly vacant with submission. Her naked frame was actively vibrating and weeping under the weight of the suspended ecstasy that was torturing her core, leaving her gut to twist with a lethal agony because of my systematic denial. She didn’t offer a single word of protest; instead, she crawled with total submission and a thoroughly broken stubbornness across the carpet until she was kneeling directly between my thighs. Tilting her head down with an explicit, ravenous hunger, she surveyed the sheer mass of my dick anchored just inches from her face.

Extending my heavy palm, I locked my fingers tightly into her red hair, anchoring her head completely beneath my whim. With a firm, downward push, I forced her warm lips to part and seal tightly around the crown of my shaft.

She drew my dick deep into her tight mouth, initiating a desperate, indescribable starvation as her tongue actively caressed the engorged veins in rapid, deep strokes. The loud, wet sound of her manipulation and the swallowing of my fluid echoed clearly through the space. I dictated the movement of her skull with my hand, driving my mass into the depths of her throat with a firm pressure that forced her passage to contract tightly around my length, while my eyes remained locked into her submissive blue gaze.

Yet, Stephanie required no guidance; through her explicit proficiency and her provocative feminine instinct, she demonstrated beautifully well that she comprehended exactly how to liquidate my icy composure.

"Ah..."

The heavy groan ripped from my chest, rough and deeply suppressed. My broad jaw clenched violently against my wall of restraint; the proficiency of her mouth was absolute devastation. She didn’t limit herself to standard strokes; instead, she pulled her head back slowly to deliver a crushing compression using only the seal of her lips, before driving her skull back down until the crown smashed against the absolute base of her throat producing a thick, loud, and scorching suction as her saliva blended with my hot length.

She lifted her vacant, lust-filled eyes to lock directly into my rigid gaze with every single upward stroke, explicitly challenging me with an expert manipulation that caused my massive frame to tense against the sofa fabric.

She moved down to coat my balls with her lips with a light, intoxicating touch, while her slender hand reached down to clamp around the base of my dick, stroking the shaft in rapid, rhythmic motions that perfectly harmonized with the strokes of her tongue, which was devouring my length with a primitive hunger that thoroughly stripped me of my stoicism, forcing my ragged breaths to fill the room.

My pelvis contracted violently as the crushing, overwhelming peak rapidly advanced to drain my congestion. But at the critical, final fraction of a second—reclaiming my absolute authority and a sadism that would never fracture before the skill of her mouth I locked my fingers tightly into her red hair, violently yanking my dick completely out of her throat with a sharp, sudden movement.

"Ah..." A fractured, breathless lull escaped her pale lips as her head snapped back in absolute shock, her glistening saliva sliding explicitly from the corner of her open mouth, tracking down her chin and over her bare chest.

Looking down at her with pupils that had dissolved into a midnight black from the intensity of the suppressed desire, I stated in a low rumble dripping with absolute control: "You are remarkably proficient at this, Steph... but I explicitly informed you that you would not receive an escape from your fire tonight. I will not permit your little mouth to steal my release before I personally dictate the moment."

With a single, dry, and powerful movement, I locked my hands around her wrists and hoisted her upward, demanding in a gravelly voice dripping with supreme authority: "Get on top of me, Stephanie... I want you to shoulder the absolute weight of your own lust tonight."

Moving her naked frame, which was actively vibrating from head to toe under the suspended arousal, she stepped onto the sofa with unstable paces to straddle my pelvis.

She spread her trembling thighs entirely apart by her own volition, kneeling firmly on either side of my hips. Her open, drenched pussy was presented directly over the crown of my dick, which was pulsing with a metallic rigidity right beneath her core.

Clamping my heavy palms over her hips, driving my nails firmly into her soft skin to anchor her position, I growled against her lips: "Lower yourself slowly... and split your pussy open for me."

She dropped her pelvis down with a tense, primitive hunger. With a single, straight drop, her tight depth completely swallowed the entire length and burning mass of my shaft.

"Ahhh... Alexander, this is too much!"

Her spine arched violently, her sharp scream piercing the quiet of the bedroom as the muscles of her pussy clamped around my length with a suffocating, crushing grip due to the shocking depth of the position, which forced my mass to completely flatten her cervix.

I barred her from taking the initiative or lifting her frame to stimulate her clit; instead, I anchored her hips with an iron grip, forcing her body down to grind against me as I delivered powerful, upward thrusts that smashed against the absolute base of her womb with animalistic violence forcing breathless, weeping groans from her chest as she collapsed against my torso, entirely helpless to claim her release.

"Alex... Alexander... please!" she cried out, her voice thoroughly choked with raw tears and desperate lust, biting into my shoulder with an explicit frenzy that warped her sanity as she continued with a fractured stubbornness: "I am burning... my pussy is exploding because of you! I need to come... let me release, for heaven’s sake, do not deny me!"