What He Wouldn’t Do – Alex & Mandy

[OD****]

Mandy stood in the middle of Alex’s living room, her breath uneven, her chest rising and falling beneath that tight little crop top he’d seen a hundred times—but never like this.

“You don’t even realize,” she said softly, eyes locked on his, “how long I’ve needed someone to actually see me.”

“I see you,” Alex replied, voice low and steady. “I always have.”

That broke her. She took two steps toward him—slow, hesitant—then grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him into her. Their mouths crashed, and years of unspoken need came pouring out through hungry kisses, lips parting, teeth grazing.

He backed her against the wall, one hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping her thigh and hitching it up around his waist. She gasped as he pressed into her—hard, thick, and demanding through his jeans.

“Is this what you wanted?” he growled against her neck. “You come to me like this, soft, shaking, needing to be handled?”

She nodded, eyes wide, voice barely a whisper. “I need you to take it.”

Alex didn’t wait.

His fingers slid under her waistband, yanking her shorts down, exposing the wet heat already waiting for him. “Dripping,” he muttered. “All that attitude, and you’re soaked just from my voice?”

He dropped to his knees, pulled her leg over his shoulder, and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue worked slowly at first—circling, teasing, tasting her. She gripped his hair, gasping as he devoured her like he’d starved for this.

“Alex—” she breathed, grinding into his face. “I can’t—I’m gonna—”

He pulled back, lips slick. “Not yet. You’ll come on my cock, not my tongue.”

He stood, eyes locked on hers, and unzipped, pulling out his dick—thick, hard, glistening at the tip. He dragged it slowly between her folds, teasing, watching her squirm.

“You sure about this?” he asked.

She didn’t hesitate. “Fuck me. Right now. Make me forget his name.”

He drove into her with a rough thrust, and she cried out—back arching, nails raking down his arms.

“Say it,” he growled, pounding into her. “Say whose pussy this is.”

“Yours,” Mandy whimpered. “It’s always been yours.”

He took her harder, slamming into her with every ounce of frustration he’d swallowed over the years. Her moans turned into pleas, her body trembling as he reached between them and rubbed circles on her clit, sending her over the edge.

Her walls clenched around him, and his breathing grew ragged. He groaned low in his throat, locking his arms tight around her.

“Fuck—I’m right there…” he panted.

Her voice came soft, pleading. “Cum inside me. I want all of you.”

He pulled out suddenly, stroking himself hard, his body trembling above hers.

“As much as I want to,” he said between gritted teeth, “I can’t put you in a situationship like that.”

He pumped his cock a few more times, then spilled himself across her stomach and chest, groaning her name as he came in thick, hot waves.

She watched, lips parted, chest heaving. Then slowly reached down, smearing the mess into her skin with a smirk.

Alex collapsed beside her, breathing hard.

“He never made me feel like this,” she whispered.

He looked at her, voice low but steady. “Then don’t go back to him.”

She turned her head to face him. “Then ask for me.”

And for once, neither of them hesitated.

[un****]

10/10 this had me soaked

[gl****]

😭