Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 245

Chapter 245

He enters me slowly, painfully so. First an inch, maybe less, and then he’s out of me again, sliding his shaft between my pussy.

lips. I whine with need, but he just smirks and slips two inches in, then back out.

It takes too long for him to finally fill every inch of me, too many times dipping in and out and up and down before he’s pushed all the way to the hilt.

Then, out of nowhere, the room tilts. He flips me so I’m on my belly, and the sudden sensation of the subtle curve of his cock

hitting my G–spot is enough to make me have to hide a surprised yelp into my pillow.

“I like you like this,” he murmurs, seating himself fully and leaning back, finger tracing a line down my spine. Both hands dig

into my ass, fingernails slightly scraping against my soft skin in the sweetest way. “You’re beautiful from behind, my love.”

I can’t respond with words, only another muffled whimper as he begins to rock back and forth. Like this, with my legs pressed

together, I’m almost unbearably tight–but he takes it slow, gently stretching me until a new wetness bursts forth, making each

stroke glide with earth–shattering precision.

I try to buck my ass upward, but I can’t. He holds me fast, hands still gripping my ass, and clicks his tongue like I’ve done

something naughty. He says nothing, but the sound alone makes the pleasure build.

As he continues to work me, slowly and painstakingly, he hunches over me and gently grips my throat, arching my back and

tilting my head up to catch my lips in a searing kiss, swallowing my moans as the pleasure builds again.

One of his hands slides beneath me then, lifting my hips to change the angle, and I gasp as he hits a spot that sends sparks

shooting up my spine.

“Arthur,” I pant, feeling the tension coiling tighter and tighter with each inch that my hips rise above the bed. “Oh, Goddess,

Arthur.”

“That’s it,” he growls against my ear. My ass is fully in the air now, face pressed to the mattress, and his strokes are confident

and quick, the soft slap of his balls against my clit building me to the breaking point. “Let go for me, Iris.”

His words burst a dam in me. Without warning, I suddenly crack and splinter around him, muscles contracting so hard and so

quick that my entire body begins to tremble. I bite the pillow to muffle my cries, each wave of pleasure making me more and more

Arthur doesn’t stop his movements to make way for my pleasure; if anything, my muffled whimpers just fuel him, and he moves

my swollen clit in a desperate attempt to bring us both to pleasure.

A groan tears from his throat. “Iris–Fuck-”

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He jerks suddenly, one hand slamming against the headboard while the other grabs my free arm and tugs it behind my back, then pulls me up so I’m on my knees. In this position, every movement creates delicious friction, and I know neither of us will last