A Tragic Wreck (Beautiful Mess 2)

He pulled away and smiled at her, her face red and her breathing heavy. “I think that was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen in my entire life,” Alexander growled in her ear before lifting her to her feet and jumping off the stage, allowing her to have the spotlight she so rightly deserved.

Olivia turned around to see her band mates give her a big thumbs up.

“That was hot, Livvy,” Mo whispered.

She fanned herself, thinking that it was oh so hot.

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Olivia and Alexander returned home after last call, squeezing as much fun out of their evening as they possibly could. Stumbling into the bedroom, it was apparent that they had both consumed a fair bit of liquor throughout the night.

“Let me help you out of your penguin suit there, Mr. Burnham,” Olivia giggled.

“What’s so funny, Olivia?” Alexander asked, looking into her large eyes.

“I want you naked,” she slurred into his ear, her breath hot on his neck, making his entire body tingle with anticipation. He had been thinking about that very moment all night long, particularly once he caught a glimpse of her garter belt at the bar.

“Your wish is my command.”

Olivia sat on the bed, wanting a front row seat for the show, and watched him step out of his shoes. He slowly started to unbutton his shirt, torturing Olivia, who tried to remain patient. “Do you need a hand, Alex?” she asked, getting off the bed and walking the few short steps to where he stood. She was just a breath away as she bore her eyes into his, searing his body.

“I could always use a hand,” Alexander replied, stepping out of his pants and standing in just his boxer briefs. He grabbed Olivia’s hand and thrust it down his shorts.

“Fuck,” she exclaimed, grabbing onto his large erection. “You are always ready, aren’t you?” She stroked him, although he didn’t need any help getting ready for what she was planning.

“This is what you do to me, Olivia. I just can’t get enough of you.” He glared at her, his eyes burning with desire, as she continued torturing him with her hand.

“Dress. Off. Now,” he growled.

Olivia took a step back, removing her hand, and slid her arms out of the dress, allowing it to pool at her feet.

Alexander gawked at her, his mouth wide open. He stepped toward her. “This is staying on,” he said, brushing the garter belt that she was wearing. “So are the stockings and shoes.”

He dropped to his knees and dotted her stomach with kisses, savoring the taste of her delicious body. Gingerly sliding her thong to one side, he pushed a finger inside, circling her. She let out a moan of pleasure as he continued teasing her, already feeling a build-up of pressure around his finger. “Do you like that, Olivia?” he asked between kisses.

“Yes,” she exhaled.

“Sorry to cut to the chase, darling, but I can’t wait any longer,” Alexander said, sliding her thong down her legs. “Get on the bed, on your hands and knees.”

Olivia did as she was told, walking over to the bed and positioning herself as Alexander asked, looking over her shoulder at him.

“Face front.”

Olivia obeyed, not making a sound. She heard his briefs fall to the ground and felt him climb up on the bed behind her.

He caressed her ass with one hand as he inserted a finger into her with another. She moaned, moving with him against his finger.

Out of nowhere, he slapped her right check, causing her to scream out in pleasure. Why did that feel so good? He caressed her left cheek and then slapped it. Olivia moaned, her body on fire from the anticipation. He went back to her right cheek, caressing and smacking. He removed his fingers from inside her, getting ready to enter her. He caressed her left cheek, smacked it, then immediately slammed into her.

“FUCK!” Olivia screamed.

“You like that, baby?” Alexander said, pulling Olivia’s hair back. He pounded into her, his pace relentless. She couldn’t respond, her mind racing from the incredible sensation of Alexander filling her from behind.

“Tell me you like it hard. Say it,” Alexander growled.

“I LIKE IT HARD!” she screamed.

“Of course you do,” he said, thrusting into her in an even more punishing rhythm.

He released Olivia’s hair, reaching around in front of her, finding her swollen clit, toying with her as she began clenching around him, her orgasm imminent.

Suddenly, he pulled out and removed his finger.

“NOOOOO!” Olivia shouted.

“What do you want, Olivia?” Alexander asked.

She turned to look at him over her shoulder, still on her hands and knees.

“Face forward, Olivia,” he demanded.

Her head snapped back front. “I want you,” she panted.

“You want me? Where do you want me?” he asked, rubbing his erection against her wet clit.

“Inside of me.”

“What do you want inside of you? My fingers?” Alexander inserted a finger inside of her, making her whimper in pleasure. She rocked back and forth, wanting her release. He quickly withdrew.

“Is that all you want inside of you?”

She remained quiet, unable to handle all the feelings going on in her body.

“Answer me, Olivia,” he ordered.

“No. I want more.”

“What do you want?”

“You. Now.” She could barely put a sentence together. Her thoughts were all over the place. All she knew was that she was close to becoming unhinged and she needed Alexander desperately.

“We already went over that. What part of me do you need, Olivia?”

“I WANT YOUR FUCKING COCK!” she screamed.

“Now, now, Olivia. No need to shout,” he said coyly before bending down. Leaning over her, he whispered in her ear, “Where do you want it?” He rubbed his arousal against her apex.

“Inside me.” This man is torturing me! Olivia thought.

“Where? In your mouth? Where do you want it?” He started to rub her clit again, causing her to squirm.

“In my pussy. Now.”

Alexander slowly slid into her again, growling. She moaned out as he placed his hands on either side of her hips, guiding her back and forth, over and over again.

“God, you feel so good, Olivia. I’m not going to last much longer.”

Olivia moaned again, that clenching feeling starting to overwhelm her.

“Do you like it when I take you from behind?” he asked quietly, his breathing erratic. “I love this view of you. God. Your ass is amazing.”