Chapter 330: I Waited

Alexander didn’t ask April to help with the condom. Though he envied how she did it for Nat, he wasn’t sure he was that patient to sit back and watch it being done.

Worse, what if his ED came back because of the level of pressure? He didn’t want that. He’d rather bury himself alive.

By the time he settled between her thighs, the condom was already on. April’s eyes dropped down almost without meaning to—and for the first time, she saw him fully. His penis was long, somewhat elegant? It flushed a deep rose at the head, and the latex stretched smooth over every ridge.

It was different from Xavier’s heavy thickness and Nat’s aggressive girth, but no less imposing.

Alexander noticed her looking. He didn’t comment but the top of his ears flushed and the corner of his lips curved up. She looked impressed, and that fueled his confidence.

He guided her thighs apart with calm, sure hands and settled between them, the hard length of him already resting heavy against her. For a moment he just looked at her—really looked—as if committing the sight to memory.

Then he pushed in.

Slowly.

Relentlessly.

All the way to the hilt in one long, controlled stroke.

April’s breath caught hard. Even though her body had already been opened twice tonight, the sudden full stretch still punched the air from her lungs. Alexander didn’t stop, didn’t pause to check, didn’t growl or tease. He simply bottomed out and held himself there, braced over her on his forearms, blue eyes locked on hers.

The silence felt heavier than Nat’s filthy talk had.

“You’re still so tight,” he murmured, voice low and almost thoughtful. “Even after both of them.”

He began to move.

Where Nat had been powerful and driving, Alexander was precise. Deep, measured strokes that dragged against every sensitive place inside her with deliberate accuracy. He didn’t slam into her. He didn’t grind. He fucked her like he had all the time in the world and intended to use every second of it to take her apart.

April’s hands found his shoulders. Her lashes fluttered as her mind tried to process his methodical approach.

It felt different. Not gentler, just more focused. Like he was mapping her from the inside out.

Alexander leaned down until his mouth was close to her ear, his voice still that same quiet, refined register.

“I waited,” he said simply. “I watched them both have you. Now it’s my turn to feel you come undone.”

Alexander paused, his blue eyes searching hers in the quiet dimness of the room. Without breaking their connection, he shifted his weight. With a smooth, effortless display of strength, he slid his hands beneath her hips and lifted her completely off the mattress, pulling her up into his lap so she sat on top of him.

April gasped at the sudden transition, her insides clenching tightly around him as the change in angle sent a sharp, thrilling surge of sensation straight up her spine.

Alexander’s hand slid up to grip the back of her neck, his fingers tangling into her hair to keep her head against his shoulder. He buried his face deep into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent as if drowning in it.

“I’ve dreamt of this moment more times than I can count,” he breathed out against her warm skin, his voice thick and raspy with a rare, unfiltered emotion. His other hand traveled down, his fingers digging possessively into the soft curve of her butt to hold her against his hips. “At this point… I don’t know if I’m still dreaming, or if this is real.”

He thrust up into her, careful with the depth in this upright position, but relentless in his upward press.

April’s hands clutched tightly at his broad shoulders, a sweet, trembling moan tearing from her throat right into his ear as his heat filled her.

“Aaah… it’s… real, Alex…” she whispered, her voice breathless and sweet against his neck. “I’m… in your arms… for real.”

At her words, Alexander’s body went rigid. Inside her, his dick suddenly surged, swelling even harder and thicker against her tight walls, stretching her to her absolute limit.

April’s eyes widened in sheer shock. She gasped, her fingers digging deeper into his back as she felt the sudden, alarming growth.

“Alexander…?” she breathed out, her voice filled with genuine, wide-eyed wonder. “Did you… did you just get bigger inside me?”

Alexander let out a low, shuddering exhale against her collarbone. A subtle, dangerous smirk curved his lips against her skin, though his voice retained that smooth, refined edge despite the heavy strain in his chest.

“I’m a functioning man, you know,” he murmured, his hips giving a slow, deliberate upward tilt that made her toes curl. “You can’t say such things in my ear and expect no reaction.”

Nat scoffed from his spot near the corner of the room, rolling his eyes as a sharp, derisive laugh escaped his throat.

“Look at the kid acting like a full-grown man,” Nat mocked lazily, his voice dripping with annoyance and dark amusement.

Alexander didn’t even blink. He ignored Nat entirely, completely unbothered by the jab, his focus narrowing down until nothing else in the room existed except April in his arms.

“Ignore him,” Alexander murmured softly into the crook of her neck, his hand tightening its firm, possessive grip on her hip. “Look at me, April.”

When she looked down at him, he lifted his hips again—a slow, agonizingly deep upward thrust that made her gasp, her inner walls pulsing helplessly around his swollen length.

“Now,” Alexander whispered, his blue eyes dark and intense as his breath brushed against her lips, “tell me what else you feel.”

April rested her forearms on Alexander’s shoulders, her chest heaving as she tried to keep her composure under his gaze.

“I feel… everything, Alex,” she confessed, her voice carrying a rare, soft vulnerability as his upward pressure rubbed against every nerve ending inside her. “It’s far too full… but it doesn’t hurt. It’s just… overwhelming.”

Alexander’s eyes softened, a faint, breathtaking smile breaking across his features—a look so tender and triumphant it completely transformed his usually guarded expression.

“I’m glad,” he whispered, his thumb lightly stroking the side of her waist. “That’s exactly how it’s supposed to feel.”