Chapter 13: Attack
Alice’s chest heaved as she slid off the bed, her thighs slick and trembling from the force of her orgasm. Her blue eyes were wild, pupils blown wide with a hunger that bordered on feral. Pete lay sprawled on the mattress, his chest rising and falling, his lips parted as he watched her with a mix of awe and raw desire. She didn’t give him time to recover. Her hands shot to his belt buckle, fingers fumbling in her haste, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. “Now it’s my turn,” she growled, her voice low and dripping with intent, her gaze locked onto his like a predator zeroing in on its prey.
Pete chuckled, the sound deep and throaty, but he didn’t resist. He raised his hands in mock surrender, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Be my guest,” he said, his voice rough with anticipation, his eyes darkening as she yanked at his jeans. Alice didn’t bother with finesse. She grabbed the waistband of his pants and tore them open, the denim ripping with a sharp, satisfying sound. Her movements were frantic, her need palpable, her focus singular. She didn’t care about the fabric or the mess—she wanted what was underneath, and she wanted it now.
His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, straining against the confines of his boxers. Alice’s breath hitched as she took it in, her eyes widening at the sheer size of him. It was massive, a monstrous length of flesh that pulsed with a life of its own. She ripped down his boxers, exposing the full, daunting length of his twelve-inch cock. The head glistened with pre-cum, a bead of moisture pooling at the tip. Alice licked her lips, her mouth watering at the sight, her body thrumming with anticipation.
Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees, her hands gripping his thighs for support. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to trace the length of his shaft, savoring the salty tang of his pre-cum. Her eyes never left his, her gaze intense, almost challenging. Pete groaned, his head falling back against the headboard, his body tensing under her touch. His hands fisted the sheets, his knuckles white as he fought to keep still, to let her take control.
Alice took the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking gently at first, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. She teased him, her movements deliberate, her lips wrapping around him in a tight, wet seal. Pete’s hips jerked involuntarily, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips. She increased the pressure, her mouth working up and down his length, her throat constricting as she took him deeper. Her eyes watered as she gagged slightly, but she didn’t stop, her determination unwavering.
She sucked him with a ferocity that left him breathless, her mouth a hot, wet furnace that threatened to consume him. Her hands gripped the base of his cock, stroking in rhythm with her mouth, her pace relentless. Pete’s body trembled, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He was close, so close, the pressure building inside him like a dam about to break. “Fuck, Alice,” he choked out, his voice strained, his hips bucking against her mouth.
Alice didn’t slow down. She took him deeper, her throat opening to accommodate his girth, her lips sealed tight around him. Her eyes fluttered shut as she focused on the feel of him, the taste of him, the way his cock throbbed against her tongue. She wanted all of him, every last drop, and she wasn’t going to stop until she got it. Pete’s hands tangled in her hair, his grip tightening as he neared the edge, his body taut with tension.
With a final, desperate thrust, Pete came, his body convulsing as he exploded into her mouth. Hot, thick cum shot down her throat, filling her, overwhelming her senses. Alice gagged, her throat working to swallow every drop, her eyes watering as she struggled to keep up. Pete’s moans filled the room, raw and unfiltered, his body shuddering with the force of his release. She didn’t pull away, her lips sealed around him until he was spent, until the last tremors of his orgasm subsided.
Alice finally pulled back, her lips glistening with his cum, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She swallowed hard, savoring the taste, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. “Damn, Pete,” she said, her voice husky and coated with cum. “You taste fucking amazing.” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she looked up at him. Pete collapsed back against the headboard, his body limp and spent, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. He couldn’t help but laugh, a low, exhausted chuckle that rumbled through his chest. “You’re fucking insane,” he muttered, his voice thick with admiration. Alice just grinned, her satisfaction evident as she crawled back onto the bed, her body still humming with energy.