The Villains Must Win-Chapter 63: (+18) Alexander Vale 13

[WARNING! MATURE Content ahead!]

Even at rest, he was thick and heavy in her hand, but at her teasing strokes, he hardened quickly, responding to her like he was made for her alone.

Alexander let out a sharp exhale, his head tilting back slightly, but his gaze never left her.

"You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart," he murmured, voice thick with warning.

She only smiled. "Then let’s see if you can handle it."

Celeste’s hand moved with deliberate slowness across Alexander’s engorged flesh as if she was savoring every exquisite inch of him. She could feel each pulsing vein beneath her fingertips, each quivering ridge of muscle like a roadmap leading to pure ecstasy. His thick length throbbed eagerly for more of her touch –– only growing harder and hotter as she held him tightly inside her fist.

Celeste wrapped her fingers around Alexander’s length, her grip firm yet teasing, a perfect balance of control and seduction. Her touch was electric, her fingers gliding over him with slow, deliberate strokes, each movement designed to unravel him inch by inch.

Her gaze never wavered from his, locked in an unspoken challenge, a silent promise. The connection between them crackled with raw energy, thick enough to drown in. Every stroke of her hand was like the slow pull of a bow across violin strings—building a crescendo that neither of them wanted to end too soon.

Alexander’s breathing grew heavier, his muscles tensing beneath the pleasure she inflicted so effortlessly. The way she moved, the confidence in her touch, had him mesmerized. His cock pulsed beneath her fingers, veins throbbing like a drumbeat echoing his racing heart.

Then, just as he thought he might lose himself in the sensation, Celeste dipped lower. Her lips hovered just above him, her breath ghosting over his heated skin, sending a shiver down his spine. His nostrils flared, his hands twitching at his sides, barely restraining himself from grabbing her and taking control.

Her tongue flicked out, tracing a slow, tantalizing path along his cock—once, then twice. A teasing taste. A promise of more.

Alexander let out a ragged breath, his jaw tightening as pleasure licked up his spine like fire on dry wood.

"You’re driving me insane, woman," he murmured, his voice rough, strained.

Celeste smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "And you love it."

His control snapped.

With a growl, he fisted his hands in her hair, pulling her closer, demanding more.

Celeste only laughed—a sultry, knowing sound—before finally taking him into her mouth.

And Alexander swore he saw stars.

Celeste wrapped her mouth around Alexander’s cock, sucking his pre-cum, squeezing the life out of it. She licked the length of his cock as she began to stroke him slow and sweet . . . or maybe fast and furious.

Alexander’s fingers tightened in Celeste’s hair, his grip possessive as he guided her movements. His hips bucked instinctively, thrusting deeper into the heat of her mouth, and she took him effortlessly, her throat loosening as he buried himself inside.

The sight of her lips stretched around him, the sinful way she swallowed him whole, sent a violent shudder coursing through Alexander’s body. A low, guttural groan tore from his throat as pleasure built to a breaking point, his muscles tensing, his breaths ragged.

"Fuck—Celeste," he growled, his voice thick with need.

She hummed in response, the vibration sending shockwaves straight to his core.

With a few more strokes of her tongue, a few more teasing flicks over his most sensitive spots, Alexander lost control. His release hit him like a lightning strike, white-hot pleasure surging through his veins. A deep, guttural growl ripped from his chest as he spilled into her mouth, his entire body trembling from the intensity.

Celeste swallowed without hesitation, taking everything he gave her, her tongue darting out to catch every last drop.

Alexander exhaled harshly, his chest rising and falling as he tried to regain his breath. But then he saw her—still between his legs, eyes gleaming with satisfaction, licking the remnants of his cum off her lips and the length of his spent cock with a slow, deliberate kiss.

A strange warmth spread through his chest, something possessive, something dangerously close to admiration.

The sight of her—on her knees, unapologetic, completely his in this moment—stirred something deeper than lust.

Reaching out, he cupped her jaw, his thumb tracing the corner of her mouth.

"You’re unbelievable," he murmured, voice husky, his golden eyes dark with something unreadable.

For the first time, he felt truly satisfied in bed. Every ounce of pent-up frustration he had carried with Riley had completely disappeared. In fact, the thought of her hadn’t even crossed his mind while he was with Celeste.

Celeste chuckled, pressing a kiss to his palm. "And you love it. I hope."

His grip tightened just slightly, amusement flickering in his gaze. "Maybe I do."

Celeste grinned wickedly, spreading her legs wide, baring herself to Alexander without a hint of hesitation. The way his eyes darkened at the sight sent a thrill coursing through her.

"Now, it’s your turn to pleasure me," she murmured, her voice dripping with temptation.

She leaned forward, pressing her soaked heat against his throbbing length, rubbing herself against him as their lips met in a searing kiss. The friction sent shivers down both their spines, a slow, torturous tease that only heightened the unbearable need between them.

Celeste moved deliberately, grinding against him in a slow, sinful rhythm, letting him feel just how ready she was. Her movements were precise, calculated—she was in control, guiding the pleasure, dictating every sensation. She wanted him to crave her, to be completely lost in her.

Alexander’s breathing grew ragged, his hands gripping her hips as though anchoring himself. His self-control wavered with every brush of her wetness against him.

"You’re going to drive me insane," he muttered, voice thick with restraint.

She smirked, running a teasing hand down his chest before wrapping her fingers around his hardened length. With practiced ease, she rolled a condom over him, her touch featherlight, almost torturous.

Then, with a slow motion, she sank down onto him, gasping as he stretched her inch by inch. Her body clenched around him instinctively, molding to his shape, taking him in fully.