Chapter 6: Birthday gift lll

Happy birthday to me," I breathed.

His hand cupped my jaw, his fingers digging into my flesh with a bruising, possessive grip that tilted my head back so hard my neck strained. A slow, wicked, breathless smile spread across his face, his dark gaze devouring me.

"That wasn’t a gift, Mia," he rumbled, his thumb dragging across my wet bottom lip, smearing the lingering taste of his release. "That was a surprise."

His eyes burned down into mine as he slid his hand down to grip my shoulder, shoving me backward.

"Get up."

My legs felt shaky, weak with a feverish, hollow ache as I pushed myself up from the floor. Before I could catch my balance, his large hands caught my waist, lifting me effortlessly and slamming me down onto the edge of the mattress. The cool bedspread contrasted sharply with the searing, wet heat throbbing between my thighs.

Alex stepped between my knees, towering over me like a predator cornering its prey. His fingers hooked into the fabric of my shirt, ripping it upward in one violent motion, buttons scattering across the floor. His gaze swept over my bare chest, his pupils dilating into pitch-black pools as my nipples pebbled instantly in the cool air, sensitive and aching for his touch.

"Where..." His voice caught, his hands freezing on my hips as he stared down at me like I had just grown a second head. "Where did you learn all that, Mia? I thought you were quiet."

A hot, defiant flush crept up my neck, but a reckless, manic thrill made me hold his scorching gaze. "I watch things. I wanted to know how to please you."

A ragged, violent breath hitched in his chest. His hand wrapped like a steel cuff around my throat, pressing just enough to make my pulse race wildly against his palm. His thumb tilted my chin up, forcing me to take every ounce of his intensity.

Before I could speak, his other hand bunched up my skirt and panties, stripping them away in a single, brutal tug. I crossed my hands instinctively over my stomach, burning with shame and feverish exposure.

Alex caught my wrists, ripping my hands apart and pinning them hard to the mattress on either side of my head. "Don't hide from me. Let me look at you."

He kicked off his remaining clothes in two swift kicks. The full, intimidating reality of his naked, heavily aroused body came into view—tall, muscled, and trembling with a raw, primal hunger, his thick dick pulsing with every beat of his heart.

He settled heavily between my thighs, forcing them wider apart. The hot, heavy tip of his cock brushed against my hyper-sensitive core, sending a violent electric shiver straight up my spine. I let out a sharp, breathless gasp, my hips arching upward by pure animal instinct.

"Easy, Mia," he hissed, though he was the one trembling. He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a deep, punishing kiss while his hand slid down over my flat stomach, his fingers parting my soaked, swollen folds with agonizing expertise.

I let out a high, broken, shameless sound right against his lips.

He felt the immediate barrier of my body, pulling back slightly to search my flushed face, his breathing ragged. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," I whimpered, my fingernails digging frantic crescents deep into his shoulders. "Please, Alex. Take me. Now."

Slowly, deliberately, he pressed the thick, blunt head of his cock against my entrance. With agonizing slowness, he began to push forward, invading my space inch by agonizing inch.

The sensation was blinding—a sharp, tearing stretch that stole the air from my lungs and made my vision swim. My body clenched around him defensively, fighting the invasion.

"Fuck," Alex groaned through gritted teeth, going entirely rigid as my tight, unyielding warmth locked around his shaft like a vise. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his hot breath shuddering against my skin. "Mia... Jesus Christ, you're so tight."

"It hurts," I sobbed, my hands gripping his back tighter as I tried to pull him deeper.

"I know, baby. Just breathe for me. Let me in."

He stayed completely still inside me, letting my body stretch and burn around his immense size until the sharp pain melted into a heavy, intoxicating ache that made my toes curl.

"Okay," I whispered, tears blurring my vision. "I'm ready. Move."

Slowly, Alex withdrew an inch and drove back in.

The friction sent a blinding flash of pure, liquid heat straight through my core. I gasped, clinging to his shoulders as he began to set a steady, punishing pace. Out, and back in. Each deep stroke stretched me wider, filling every empty space inside me until I couldn't tell where I ended and he began.

"Look at me, Mia."

I forced my eyes open, locking my dazed gaze onto his dark, burning stare.

"You feel incredible," he groaned, his cadence picking up, building a wet, frantic rhythm between us that echoed off the bedroom walls. "So tight... so impossibly warm. God, you're ruining me."

The deep, relentless driving shattered the last of my control. I wrapped my legs high around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back and meeting his heavy thrusts with a desperate, hungry frenzy. The world outside vanished entirely, leaving only the deafening sound of our skin slapping together, our ragged gasps, and the intoxicating reality of what we were doing.

He grabbed my hips, driving into me with a hard, desperate rhythm as he neared the edge. "Mia... I'm close, fuck," he groaned, his voice breaking as his thrusts turned frantic and heavy. With a final, guttural shout, he buried himself deep inside me and convulsed, shooting his hot release straight into my womb in thick, pulsing waves that made me gasp and shatter right along with him.

Slowly, heavily, Alex withdrew from my heat.

When I looked down, my breath hitched. His thick length was flushed a deep, angry red, slick and glistening with my clear juice mixed with a small, unmistakable streak of crimson. My blood. The physical proof of my virginity. A dizzy, triumphant wave of power washed over me.

Alex stared down at me, his chest heaving violently, his dark eyes dilated with a lingering, feverish haze as he fought to catch his breath. He reached out, his hand cupping my jaw with a rough, possessive urgency, dragging his thumb across my swollen bottom lip where his taste still lingered.

"Fuck, Mia," he rasped, his voice thick and wrecked with the aftershocks of his release. "You were so sweet... tighter and sweeter than I ever imagined. You completely wrecked me."

He pressed his forehead against mine for a brutal, heavy second, his heart hammering wildly against my ribs. Then, just as quickly, the mask slammed down. The fever vanished from his eyes, replaced by a cold, calculating wall. He pulled away, rolling off the bed and reaching for his discarded trousers with practiced, casual indifference.

"Get dressed, Mia," he said flatly, zipping his pants without looking back down at me.

I froze against the rumpled, damp sheets, a cold knot tightening painfully in my chest. "What? Alex, we just—"

He checked his gold wristwatch, a bored, dismissive smirk touching the corners of his lips as he cut me off mid-sentence. "Vera, the cheerleader captain, is due up here in ten minutes. She's been texting me all night." He finally glanced down at me, his eyes dark, mocking, and completely empty. "Happy birthday, sweet cousin. You really made my day."

My heart shattered into a million jagged pieces against my ribs, the suffocating realization crashing down with brutal force: to him, I was just a dirty little game while he waited for someone else.