Scorching Hot

大暑 [12] / [13]

He tried to.

"If I could turn back time, I would never hurt you. I would tell you how I feel about our relationship, and try to solve the problem without pushing you."

He could feel sadness and regret emanating from her. Temporarily, the wall between he and Violet began to collapse. He tried to ignore this disarmed feeling, and gulped another glass. She approached him much closer and held his hand with both her hands.

"I loved you. And I know that my love will never stop even after I leave you for good."

In defiance of his own will, his body remembered those moments with Violet, those splendid and extreme moments with her. As soon as he drank down another glass of wine, she kissed him cautiously and with care. Her wet lips excited him. No, I should stop her, his brain said him firmly. But his hand was already on her breasts, reacting to her kiss.

She was gentle, lady-like. She hugged his neck, led his hands towards her back where the bra hook was.

She took off her shirt, unhooked her brassiere, and slipped it off around her chest. She hugged him tightly, his mouth reached her rigid nipple, and he began to lick and suck it. Gently at first, then greedily.

She held his head against her chest, breathing deeply as he pleased her breast with his mouth. She reached down and began to stroke him. His cock was already rock hard, and was straining for release against his pants. She pressed her hand against it, as he licked her nipples, and, as he grasped her breasts, she squeezed his balls ever so gently. She removed his shirt, and kissed him on the mouth again, while her breasts pressed against his bare chest, and she unzipped his pants and pushed him back on the bed. His cock stood erect before her, and she pulled his pants all the way off. She wrapped her lips around his cock, and began to lick, suck, and stroke him―one hand on his shaft, and the other on his balls―as her tongue went around and around the tip of his dick. If felt amazing to Alexander, but he wanted more. He was lost to his desire, lost in the fog of the moment and the haze of booze, and wanted to take her then and there. He grabbed her, turned her over roughly, got on top of her, and, as they faced each other, he put her legs over his shoulders, and plunged his cock deep inside of her. He started gently for the first couple of thrusts but, as he got his rhythm down, he began to thrust faster, harder, and rougher. He held her down as he fucked her, dominating her: it was angry sex, as if he was using her body to repay all the pain she caused him in the past. For her part, she moaned in ecstasy, and her pussy got wetter and wetter.

He pulled out of her, kissing her hard on the mouth, and moving down gradually past her full breasts and soft belly to her pubic area. It was all wet with her love juice. He pried open her legs firmly. As they were opened, he could see her private part just as they were. He pressed his lips against them. Violet's shiver excited him. He flung open her genitals while licking them, his gentle licking changing into hard sucking as he devoured her entirely. Soon after, his tongue was moving fast and stiff in and out of her pussy. She was panting, and grabbed and opened her legs even wider to allow him greater access to love her more deeply. She moaned in a coquettish voice. He stopped again, hugging and lifted her body, and turned her around. Her pale and ample hips laid bare before him. He took his leather belt from the table next to the bed. He flicked it on her ass like a whip. She yelped and moaned. As she tried to say something, he rode on her from the rear, stopping her mouth with his hands from behind, and thrust his penis in and out of her mercilessly from behind. She screamed, but the sound was muffled by his hands over her mouth.