Date: February 1997
Location: Beverly Hills Hotel bar
Actress: Tori Spelling
Alexander's Status: Negotiating syndication rights with Spelling Television — eyeing Beverly Hills, 90210 as part of a broader strategy to dominate late-night and teen-drama reruns across newly acquired AEG cable assets.
Actress's Status: Tabloid target, daddy's girl, and underestimated punchline — still the face of a franchise but aching to be seen as something more than nepotism in a tight dress.
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The Polo Lounge at the Beverly Hills Hotel was velvet and varnish, humming with quiet power. Deals were made here — not with documents, but with the flick of a wrist, a look across a glass of something aged.
Tori was already waiting when Alexander arrived — poised, heels crossed beneath the table, a red silk dress hugging her like it had a publicist. Everyone saw a headline waiting to happen. Alexander saw a pitch that hadn't landed yet.Date: February 1997
Location: Beverly Hills Hotel bar
Actress: Tori Spelling
Alexander's Status: Negotiating syndication rights with Spelling Television — eyeing Beverly Hills, 90210 as part of a broader strategy to dominate late-night and teen-drama reruns across newly acquired AEG cable assets.
Actress's Status: Tabloid target, daddy's girl, and underestimated punchline — still the face of a franchise but aching to be seen as something more than nepotism in a tight dress.
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Date: February 1997
Location: Beverly Hills Hotel bar
Actress: Tori Spelling
Alexander's Status: Negotiating syndication rights with Spelling Television — eyeing Beverly Hills, 90210 as part of a broader strategy to dominate late-night and teen-drama reruns across newly acquired AEG cable assets.
Actress's Status: Tabloid target, daddy's girl, and underestimated punchline — still the face of a franchise but aching to be seen as something more than nepotism in a tight dress.
---
The Polo Lounge at the Beverly Hills Hotel was velvet and varnish, humming with quiet power. Deals were made here — not with documents, but with the flick of a wrist, a look across a glass of something aged.
Tori was already waiting when Alexander arrived — poised, heels crossed beneath the table, a red silk dress hugging her like it had a publicist. Everyone saw a headline waiting to happen. Alexander saw a pitch that hadn't landed yet.Date: February 1997
Location: Beverly Hills Hotel bar
Actress: Tori Spelling
Alexander's Status: Negotiating syndication rights with Spelling Television — eyeing Beverly Hills, 90210 as part of a broader strategy to dominate late-night and teen-drama reruns across newly acquired AEG cable assets.
Actress's Status: Tabloid target, daddy's girl, and underestimated punchline — still the face of a franchise but aching to be seen as something more than nepotism in a tight dress.
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Date: February 1997
Location: Beverly Hills Hotel bar
Actress: Tori Spelling
Alexander's Status: Negotiating syndication rights with Spelling Television — eyeing Beverly Hills, 90210 as part of a broader strategy to dominate late-night and teen-drama reruns across newly acquired AEG cable assets.
Actress's Status: Tabloid target, daddy's girl, and underestimated punchline — still the face of a franchise but aching to be seen as something more than nepotism in a tight dress.
---
The Polo Lounge at the Beverly Hills Hotel was velvet and varnish, humming with quiet power. Deals were made here — not with documents, but with the flick of a wrist, a look across a glass of something aged.
Tori was already waiting when Alexander arrived — poised, heels crossed beneath the table, a red silk dress hugging her like it had a publicist. Everyone saw a headline waiting to happen. Alexander saw a pitch that hadn't landed yet.Date: February 1997
Location: Beverly Hills Hotel bar
Actress: Tori Spelling
Alexander's Status: Negotiating syndication rights with Spelling Television — eyeing Beverly Hills, 90210 as part of a broader strategy to dominate late-night and teen-drama reruns across newly acquired AEG cable assets.
Actress's Status: Tabloid target, daddy's girl, and underestimated punchline — still the face of a franchise but aching to be seen as something more than nepotism in a tight dress.
---
The Polo Lounge at the Beverly Hills Hotel was velvet and varnish, humming with quiet power. Deals were made here — not with documents, but with the flick of a wrist, a look across a glass of something aged.
Tori was already waiting when Alexander arrived — poised, heels crossed beneath the table, a red silk dress hugging her like it had a publicist. Everyone saw a headline waiting to happen. Alexander saw a pitch that hadn't landed yet.
She didn't stand. Didn't need to. She greeted him like they were rivals in a script neither of them had approved.
"So," she purred, "here to make Daddy a richer man?"
Alexander smiled, sliding into the seat across from her. "If that's the story you want to tell."
She raised a brow. "Isn't that the one everyone's already bought?"
"Maybe," he said, scanning her face. "But I don't deal in reruns. I'm in the rewrite business."
---
A server appeared. She ordered something citrus and strong. He took scotch, neat. Neither of them touched the menu.
Alexander leaned in, elbows loose, voice smooth. "Spelling Television has reach. But the stories are tired. The girls are too clean. The bad boys are too safe. You know it."
"And you think I can fix that?" she challenged.
"I think you're already trying. Under the radar. You picked that script Co-Ed Call Girl, didn't you?"
She tilted her glass. "Everyone hated it."
"But you chose it. Because it was messy. Because it scared them."
A long pause.
"That wasn't Daddy," he added. "That was you."
---
Something shifted. Just for a second. Her lashes dipped. When they rose, her smile was sharper.
"They only ever see one version of me," she said. "Valley rich girl. Desperate for Daddy's approval."
"And?"
"And it's the best camouflage money can buy."
He chuckled. "That's why you're dangerous."
She leaned forward — not seducing, but testing. "You think I'm dangerous?"
"I think you're sharper than the script."
She sipped her drink. "So write me a new one."
---
The deal was signed that night — syndication, co-financing, and a first-look script program tied to AEG's upcoming adult drama slate.
But the real contract was sealed in the silence between them. Tori walked out of that bar no longer just the daughter of a mogul.
She walked out as a player.
And Alexander — already halfway to building a television empire that would swallow whole networks — added her name to a list only he could see.
Not just talent.
Potential.
Alexander led Tori through the lush gardens, the night air cool against her skin. The bungalow was a secluded haven, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the windows. As they entered, the heavy wooden door clicked shut behind them, sealing them off from the world.
Tori's heart pounded like a fucking drum as Alexander's hands found her waist, yanking her against him with a possessive grip. His touch was raw, demanding, and it sent a jolt of pure lust straight to her core. She reached up, tangling her fingers in his hair, and pulled him into a kiss that was fucking primal.
His lips were hot and relentless, devouring hers with a skill that made her dizzy. She could feel the heat of his body, the hard ridges of his chest grinding against her soft tits. Her hands roamed over his shoulders, down his back, feeling the rock-hard muscles flexing beneath his shirt.
Alexander's hands moved to her dress, his fingers working the zipper with practiced ease. The silk slid from her shoulders, pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her lace underwear. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve, every inch of skin, and she could see the hunger in his gaze. He reached out, tracing the curve of her hip, the swell of her breast, before cupping her face and pulling her into another fucking searing kiss that left her gasping for air.
Tori's lips parted instinctively as Alexander's mouth claimed hers, his tongue plunging in with a hunger that was almost savage. She could taste the faint hint of whiskey on his breath, a heady mix that only served to fuel her desire. Her own tongue met his, dancing and dueling in a rhythm that was as old as time itself.
His lips were firm, insistent, and she could feel the slight roughness of his stubble against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Each movement of his mouth was a promise, a tease, a demand all rolled into one. He nipped at her lower lip, gently at first, then with a bit more pressure, drawing a soft moan from deep within her throat.
Tori's hands were everywhere, grasping at his shirt, pulling him closer, needing to feel more of him. Her fingers fisted in his hair, holding him captive as she explored every inch of his mouth. She could feel the heat building between them, a fiery inferno that threatened to consume them both.
Alexander's hands were not idle either. They roamed her body with a confident assurance, tracing the curve of her waist, the dip of her spine, the swell of her ass. Each touch was a brand, marking her as his, and she reveled in it. His thumb brushed against the sensitive skin just above her hipbone, and she gasped into his mouth, her body arching against his.
The kiss deepened, becoming a frenzied dance of tongues and teeth and lips. Tori could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a maelstrom of passion and desire. Alexander's hands found her breasts, cupping them, teasing her nipples through the lace of her bra, and she moaned, a sound that was raw and primal and full of need.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her jaw, her neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin just below her ear. Tori's head fell back, exposing more of her throat to him, and he took full advantage, his mouth hot and wet and demanding. His hands were at her back, unhooking her bra, and she let it fall away, her breasts spilling free into his waiting hands.
Tori's body was on fire, every nerve ending alive and singing. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her stomach, and she ground against him, seeking relief from the ache that had built up between her legs. Alexander groaned, a sound that was pure male satisfaction, and she smiled against his mouth, knowing that she was driving him as wild as he was driving her.
Their kiss was a battle, a dance, a symphony of sensation. It was raw and dirty and beautiful, and Tori knew that she would never forget this moment, this man, this perfect storm of passion that threatened to drown them both.
Alexander's hands were rough and demanding as he pushed Tori back onto the bed, his mouth never leaving hers. He trailed kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her chest, until he reached her breasts. His tongue swirled around her nipple, teasing and taunting, before he took it into his mouth, sucking hard. Tori arched her back, pressing herself against him, a soft moan escaping her lips.
But Alexander wasn't done yet. He continued his path downward, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He paused at her belly button, swirling his tongue inside, making her squirm. Then, with a final, lingering kiss just above her mound, he moved lower, his breath hot against her sensitive skin.
Tori's legs fell open, inviting him in, and Alexander didn't hesitate. He dipped his head, his tongue tracing the edge of her lace panties, teasing her through the thin fabric. She could feel the wetness between her legs, the ache of need that was building with each touch, each kiss.
With a growl, Alexander hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, his eyes never leaving hers. He tossed them aside, his gaze roaming over her exposed flesh, drinking in the sight of her. Then, without warning, he leaned in, his tongue finding her clit in one swift movement.
Tori cried out, her hips bucking against his mouth. His tongue was relentless, circling, teasing, pressing, driving her wild. He slipped a finger inside her, then another, curling them upward, hitting that sweet spot that made her see stars. She could feel her orgasm building, a coiling tension deep in her core, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she shattered.
Alexander's mouth was a masterpiece of skill and passion, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony. He added a third finger, stretching her, filling her, and Tori could feel the pressure building, the need for release becoming almost unbearable.
"Alexander," she gasped, her hands fisting in his hair, holding him against her. "Please, I'm so close."
He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, and redoubled his efforts. His tongue was relentless, his fingers pumping in and out of her with a rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart. Tori could feel the world narrowing, focusing down to this one point of pleasure, this one man who was driving her to the edge.
And then, with a final, expert flick of his tongue, she was there. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, a wave of pleasure that crashed over her, leaving her gasping and shaking. Alexander rode it out with her, his fingers and mouth gentle now, coaxing every last drop of pleasure from her body.
As she came down from her high, Tori looked at Alexander, his face flushed, his lips wet with her desire. She reached out, pulling him up to her, her mouth finding his in a kiss that was as tender as it was passionate. She could taste herself on his lips, and it only served to reignite the fire within her, a fire that she knew would burn for a long, long time.
Tori pulled Alexander up to her, her lips crashing against his in a fierce, hungry kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue, and it only served to fuel her desire. "Fuck me," she whispered against his mouth, her hands roaming over his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles. "I need you inside me."
Alexander groaned, a sound that was pure male need. He reached down, his hand finding her wet, ready pussy, and he groaned again, deeper this time, more primal. "You're so fucking wet," he muttered, his fingers slipping inside her with ease. "So fucking tight."
Tori bucked her hips, grinding against his hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure. "Stop teasing," she growled, her nails digging into his back. "I need your cock. Now."
Alexander didn't need to be told twice. He reached down, his hand finding his belt, and he fumbled with the buckle, his movements clumsy in his haste. Tori reached down, helping him, her hands shaking with anticipation. Finally, with a triumphant growl, he freed his cock, and Tori's eyes widened at the sight of it, hard and thick and ready.
"Fuck," she breathed, her hand wrapping around him, feeling the velvety softness of his skin, the hard steel beneath. "You're so big."
Alexander chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "And you're so fucking tight," he replied, his hand covering hers, guiding her strokes. "I'm going to fill you up so good, baby. You're going to feel me for days."
Tori moaned, her hips lifting, her body begging for him. "Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. "Please, Alexander. Fuck me."
With a growl, Alexander positioned himself at her entrance, his cock pressing against her wet folds. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching her, filling her. Tori moaned, a long, low sound of pure pleasure, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Alexander groaned, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her with ease. "So tight, so wet."
Tori wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper, harder. "More," she panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck me harder, Alexander. Make me come."
Alexander obliged, his hips snapping forward, his cock slamming into her with a force that left them both gasping. He reached down, his hand finding her clit, his fingers circling, teasing, driving her wild.
"Oh fuck," Tori cried out, her hips bucking, her body meeting his thrusts with equal force. "Yes, right there. Don't stop."
Alexander's fingers were relentless, his cock pounding into her with a rhythm that was as old as time itself. Tori could feel her orgasm building, a coiling tension deep in her core, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she shattered.
"Come for me, baby," Alexander growled, his voice hoarse with effort. "Come all over my cock. Let me feel you."
And with a final, deep thrust, Tori was there. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, a wave of pleasure that crashed over her, leaving her gasping and shaking. Alexander rode it out with her, his hips moving in a frantic rhythm, his cock pulsing inside her as he found his own release.
As they came down from their high, Alexander collapsed on top of Tori, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Tori wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
"Fuck," Alexander muttered, his voice muffled against her neck. "That was... incredible."
Tori chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Incredible doesn't even begin to cover it," she replied, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. "You're amazing, Alexander. Absolutely amazing."
Alexander lifted his head, a slow, sexy smile spreading across his face. "And you, my dear, are fucking perfection," he replied, his lips finding hers in a kiss that was as tender as it was passionate. "And I plan on showing you just how perfect you are, over and over again."
She didn't stand. Didn't need to. She greeted him like they were rivals in a script neither of them had approved.
"So," she purred, "here to make Daddy a richer man?"
Alexander smiled, sliding into the seat across from her. "If that's the story you want to tell."
She raised a brow. "Isn't that the one everyone's already bought?"
"Maybe," he said, scanning her face. "But I don't deal in reruns. I'm in the rewrite business."
---
A server appeared. She ordered something citrus and strong. He took scotch, neat. Neither of them touched the menu.
Alexander leaned in, elbows loose, voice smooth. "Spelling Television has reach. But the stories are tired. The girls are too clean. The bad boys are too safe. You know it."
"And you think I can fix that?" she challenged.
"I think you're already trying. Under the radar. You picked that script Co-Ed Call Girl, didn't you?"
She tilted her glass. "Everyone hated it."
"But you chose it. Because it was messy. Because it scared them."
A long pause.
"That wasn't Daddy," he added. "That was you."
---
Something shifted. Just for a second. Her lashes dipped. When they rose, her smile was sharper.
"They only ever see one version of me," she said. "Valley rich girl. Desperate for Daddy's approval."
"And?"
"And it's the best camouflage money can buy."
He chuckled. "That's why you're dangerous."
She leaned forward — not seducing, but testing. "You think I'm dangerous?"
"I think you're sharper than the script."
She sipped her drink. "So write me a new one."
---
The deal was signed that night — syndication, co-financing, and a first-look script program tied to AEG's upcoming adult drama slate.
But the real contract was sealed in the silence between them. Tori walked out of that bar no longer just the daughter of a mogul.
She walked out as a player.
And Alexander — already halfway to building a television empire that would swallow whole networks — added her name to a list only he could see.
Not just talent.
Potential.
Alexander led Tori through the lush gardens, the night air cool against her skin. The bungalow was a secluded haven, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the windows. As they entered, the heavy wooden door clicked shut behind them, sealing them off from the world.
Tori's heart pounded like a fucking drum as Alexander's hands found her waist, yanking her against him with a possessive grip. His touch was raw, demanding, and it sent a jolt of pure lust straight to her core. She reached up, tangling her fingers in his hair, and pulled him into a kiss that was fucking primal.
His lips were hot and relentless, devouring hers with a skill that made her dizzy. She could feel the heat of his body, the hard ridges of his chest grinding against her soft tits. Her hands roamed over his shoulders, down his back, feeling the rock-hard muscles flexing beneath his shirt.
Alexander's hands moved to her dress, his fingers working the zipper with practiced ease. The silk slid from her shoulders, pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her lace underwear. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve, every inch of skin, and she could see the hunger in his gaze. He reached out, tracing the curve of her hip, the swell of her breast, before cupping her face and pulling her into another fucking searing kiss that left her gasping for air.
Tori's lips parted instinctively as Alexander's mouth claimed hers, his tongue plunging in with a hunger that was almost savage. She could taste the faint hint of whiskey on his breath, a heady mix that only served to fuel her desire. Her own tongue met his, dancing and dueling in a rhythm that was as old as time itself.
His lips were firm, insistent, and she could feel the slight roughness of his stubble against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Each movement of his mouth was a promise, a tease, a demand all rolled into one. He nipped at her lower lip, gently at first, then with a bit more pressure, drawing a soft moan from deep within her throat.
Tori's hands were everywhere, grasping at his shirt, pulling him closer, needing to feel more of him. Her fingers fisted in his hair, holding him captive as she explored every inch of his mouth. She could feel the heat building between them, a fiery inferno that threatened to consume them both.
Alexander's hands were not idle either. They roamed her body with a confident assurance, tracing the curve of her waist, the dip of her spine, the swell of her ass. Each touch was a brand, marking her as his, and she reveled in it. His thumb brushed against the sensitive skin just above her hipbone, and she gasped into his mouth, her body arching against his.
The kiss deepened, becoming a frenzied dance of tongues and teeth and lips. Tori could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a maelstrom of passion and desire. Alexander's hands found her breasts, cupping them, teasing her nipples through the lace of her bra, and she moaned, a sound that was raw and primal and full of need.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her jaw, her neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin just below her ear. Tori's head fell back, exposing more of her throat to him, and he took full advantage, his mouth hot and wet and demanding. His hands were at her back, unhooking her bra, and she let it fall away, her breasts spilling free into his waiting hands.
Tori's body was on fire, every nerve ending alive and singing. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her stomach, and she ground against him, seeking relief from the ache that had built up between her legs. Alexander groaned, a sound that was pure male satisfaction, and she smiled against his mouth, knowing that she was driving him as wild as he was driving her.
Their kiss was a battle, a dance, a symphony of sensation. It was raw and dirty and beautiful, and Tori knew that she would never forget this moment, this man, this perfect storm of passion that threatened to drown them both.
Alexander's hands were rough and demanding as he pushed Tori back onto the bed, his mouth never leaving hers. He trailed kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her chest, until he reached her breasts. His tongue swirled around her nipple, teasing and taunting, before he took it into his mouth, sucking hard. Tori arched her back, pressing herself against him, a soft moan escaping her lips.
But Alexander wasn't done yet. He continued his path downward, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He paused at her belly button, swirling his tongue inside, making her squirm. Then, with a final, lingering kiss just above her mound, he moved lower, his breath hot against her sensitive skin.
Tori's legs fell open, inviting him in, and Alexander didn't hesitate. He dipped his head, his tongue tracing the edge of her lace panties, teasing her through the thin fabric. She could feel the wetness between her legs, the ache of need that was building with each touch, each kiss.
With a growl, Alexander hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, his eyes never leaving hers. He tossed them aside, his gaze roaming over her exposed flesh, drinking in the sight of her. Then, without warning, he leaned in, his tongue finding her clit in one swift movement.
Tori cried out, her hips bucking against his mouth. His tongue was relentless, circling, teasing, pressing, driving her wild. He slipped a finger inside her, then another, curling them upward, hitting that sweet spot that made her see stars. She could feel her orgasm building, a coiling tension deep in her core, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she shattered.
Alexander's mouth was a masterpiece of skill and passion, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony. He added a third finger, stretching her, filling her, and Tori could feel the pressure building, the need for release becoming almost unbearable.
"Alexander," she gasped, her hands fisting in his hair, holding him against her. "Please, I'm so close."
He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, and redoubled his efforts. His tongue was relentless, his fingers pumping in and out of her with a rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart. Tori could feel the world narrowing, focusing down to this one point of pleasure, this one man who was driving her to the edge.
And then, with a final, expert flick of his tongue, she was there. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, a wave of pleasure that crashed over her, leaving her gasping and shaking. Alexander rode it out with her, his fingers and mouth gentle now, coaxing every last drop of pleasure from her body.
As she came down from her high, Tori looked at Alexander, his face flushed, his lips wet with her desire. She reached out, pulling him up to her, her mouth finding his in a kiss that was as tender as it was passionate. She could taste herself on his lips, and it only served to reignite the fire within her, a fire that she knew would burn for a long, long time.
Tori pulled Alexander up to her, her lips crashing against his in a fierce, hungry kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue, and it only served to fuel her desire. "Fuck me," she whispered against his mouth, her hands roaming over his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles. "I need you inside me."
Alexander groaned, a sound that was pure male need. He reached down, his hand finding her wet, ready pussy, and he groaned again, deeper this time, more primal. "You're so fucking wet," he muttered, his fingers slipping inside her with ease. "So fucking tight."
Tori bucked her hips, grinding against his hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure. "Stop teasing," she growled, her nails digging into his back. "I need your cock. Now."
Alexander didn't need to be told twice. He reached down, his hand finding his belt, and he fumbled with the buckle, his movements clumsy in his haste. Tori reached down, helping him, her hands shaking with anticipation. Finally, with a triumphant growl, he freed his cock, and Tori's eyes widened at the sight of it, hard and thick and ready.
"Fuck," she breathed, her hand wrapping around him, feeling the velvety softness of his skin, the hard steel beneath. "You're so big."
Alexander chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "And you're so fucking tight," he replied, his hand covering hers, guiding her strokes. "I'm going to fill you up so good, baby. You're going to feel me for days."
Tori moaned, her hips lifting, her body begging for him. "Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. "Please, Alexander. Fuck me."
With a growl, Alexander positioned himself at her entrance, his cock pressing against her wet folds. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching her, filling her. Tori moaned, a long, low sound of pure pleasure, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Alexander groaned, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her with ease. "So tight, so wet."
Tori wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper, harder. "More," she panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck me harder, Alexander. Make me come."
Alexander obliged, his hips snapping forward, his cock slamming into her with a force that left them both gasping. He reached down, his hand finding her clit, his fingers circling, teasing, driving her wild.
"Oh fuck," Tori cried out, her hips bucking, her body meeting his thrusts with equal force. "Yes, right there. Don't stop."
Alexander's fingers were relentless, his cock pounding into her with a rhythm that was as old as time itself. Tori could feel her orgasm building, a coiling tension deep in her core, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she shattered.
"Come for me, baby," Alexander growled, his voice hoarse with effort. "Come all over my cock. Let me feel you."
And with a final, deep thrust, Tori was there. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, a wave of pleasure that crashed over her, leaving her gasping and shaking. Alexander rode it out with her, his hips moving in a frantic rhythm, his cock pulsing inside her as he found his own release.
As they came down from their high, Alexander collapsed on top of Tori, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Tori wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
"Fuck," Alexander muttered, his voice muffled against her neck. "That was... incredible."
Tori chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Incredible doesn't even begin to cover it," she replied, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. "You're amazing, Alexander. Absolutely amazing."
Alexander lifted his head, a slow, sexy smile spreading across his face. "And you, my dear, are fucking perfection," he replied, his lips finding hers in a kiss that was as tender as it was passionate. "And I plan on showing you just how perfect you are, over and over again."