Page 113 of Filthy Dirty Dom

He gripped his cock and positioned himself at her entrance.

Feeling the initial pressure of his entry, she sucked in a quick breath. His girth stretched her and when he inched in even farther, she felt like she was being cleaved in two. Involuntarily, she gasped. She saw his brow furrow, his gaze questioning, "Are you okay?"

She nodded frantically. “Yes, go on, Alex."

He kissed her forehead before he pressed forward again. He pushed steadily, breaking through her body’s initial resistance until he was seated to the hilt.

It was the perfect mix of pleasure and discomfort as he stilled inside her, allowing her to adjust to his size. She felt stretched, filled in a way that was completely new and intensely personal. She was aware of every inch of him, every heartbeat, every shuddering breath he drew.

"I’m okay, Alex," she assured him, her voice no more than a whisper. “Please. Take me. Fuck me.”

He growled and began to move, each stroke measured and careful. The pleasure began to eclipse any residual discomfort, sending waves of unfamiliar sensations coursing through her. It was perfect, not in the faultless way of fairy tales, but in the profound sense of being here, with him.

With each gentle thrust, with each quiet moan, with each tender kiss, she was grateful it was Alex who was sharing this with her. Her first time was with someone who loved her, someone who had seen her at her best and worst, someone who cared enough to treasure this moment as much as she did.

Her heart was overflowing with emotion as the world around her melted into a blissful haze. She knew one thing for sure: there was no one else she'd rather be with, no one else she'd rather give herself to. With Alex, it was more than just physical—it was a union of minds, of souls, a connection that ran deeper than the physical act itself.

This was love, in its rawest, purest form.

As Alex moved within her, slowly, deliberately, a surge of sensations rushed through Leslie. She'd experienced moments of passion with him before, but nothing compared to the intensity of this moment, nothing compared to the transcendent pleasure of Alex making love to her.

His eyes were half-lidded, dark with desire, but also filled with a gentleness that brought tears to her eyes. His fingers traced her body like a sacred script, whispering tales of love and devotion.

"Alex," she breathed out, her voice a shaky whisper lost in the rhythm of their bodies moving in unison. "You're... it's..."

She didn't need to finish her sentence. The look in his eyes told her he understood. He was feeling it too—this incredible connection, this breathtaking intimacy.

"I know, Leslie," he murmured, bending down to capture her lips in a soft, languid kiss. "I feel it too."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She wanted to feel every inch of him. She reveled in the way his muscles flexed under her touch, the way his body responded to her every whimper of pleasure.

Her fingers traced the contours of his back, reveling in the smoothness of his skin, the strength of his muscles. Her touch became more insistent, urging him on, pulling him deeper. She gasped as a particularly deep thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through her.

"Oh God, Alex!" she cried out, her body arching off the bed.

The smile that tugged at his lips was predatory, full of satisfaction. Yet, in his eyes, she saw nothing but love and a fierce desire to give her even more pleasure. He adjusted his angle, hitting a spot within her that had her seeing stars.

"Alex, I... I think I'm..."

"Let go, Leslie," he coaxed, his voice a rough whisper against her ear. "I've got you."

And with that, she let go, succumbing to the tidal wave of pleasure that washed over her. As the world shattered around her, Alex's name was the only word that slipped from her lips.

Her body shuddered and convulsed, the aftershocks of her orgasm making her clench around Alex. His grip on her tightened and he shouted as he came, shooting his cum inside her in strong bursts as her body milked him for all he was worth.

Alex couldn't help but marvel at the depth of emotions welling up within him. The sensation of Leslie’s body gripping him, the sight of pleasure etched on her face, it was all overwhelmingly beautiful. He was lost in her, in the heat of their connection, in the undeniable bond that tethered them together.

The feelings he held for her were a live wire, buzzing and crackling with intensity.

With a deft movement, Alex rolled them both over, bringing Leslie on top of him. He drew her closer, pulling her against his chest and his cock quickly hardened again as she began to move.

Each shift of her hips, each whimper that escaped her lips, stoked the fires within him. He anchored his hands at the small of her back, guiding her movements in a rhythm that matched his racing heartbeat.

She was breathtaking in her surrender, her body following his guidance, her lips parting to let out the sweetest sighs. He relished the feel of her skin against his, the silken texture of her hair as his fingers threaded through it, the faint scent of the bath oils that clung to her. Her face was flushed, eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure, and each time she met his gaze, he felt a surge of raw emotion.

Alex had been with countless women, each encounter a fleeting moment meant to assuage a temporary craving. But this closeness, this connection—he had never experienced anything like it except with Leslie. This was not about satisfaction; it was about satiety. Not about conquering, but about cherishing. Not about possession, but about being possessed.

As Leslie rode him, her hands clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. He was in uncharted territory, a world of emotion that left him both astounded and humbled.

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