Chapter 348
Chapter 348
“OH F*CK!” I jerk suddenly, but he’s quick, pinning me down firmly with an arm wrapped tightly around my waist.
“Not so fast, little Alpha,” he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. “I haven’t had my fill yet p>
This definitely isn’t Ben behind the wheel, and honestly, I’m not complaining in the slightest. He moves with relentless intensity, fast and hard, and already I can feel the fluttering stirrings of pleasure deep in my belly. Just when I think I’ve reached my limit, he slips his fingers inside me, and I shatter-screaming and cursing through the most overwhelming release I’ve ever experienced.
“Our girl likes it a bit rough,” he growls into my core, his voice vibrating against me. “Let’s see what other sounds we can pull out of you today p>
I nearly cry out when he pulls his hand away, but then he flips me over onto all fours, and the sharp slap of his palm against my ass makes me squeal and moan all at once. Who am I right now? I’ve never been into rough or intense sex before, but right here, right now, it feels incredible—not threatening or overbearing. It’s like he’s giving me permission to let go, to surrender my worries and lose myself in the pleasure he’s offering.
I brace myself, expecting him to enter me from behind, but instead, his mouth finds me again. I bury my face into the pillows, my body arching instinctively to give him better access. The deep, appreciative growl that rumbles from his throat sends an electric pulse racing through me. His hands knead my ass with reverent care, easing tension from my muscles as my body trembles, teetering on the edge of another climax. I don’t even understand how he’s bringing me here so quickly. I’m panting like a wild animal in heat, his growls matching every flick of his tongue. “Let’s see if you can handle three this time,” he challenges, pulling back just enough to rub my clit with one hand while the other teases my entrance. The flood of sensations overwhelms my senses, frying my brain. I can’t form words or respond coherently—only sounds escape me. Again, I come hard, his fingers thrusting rhythmically inside me, stretching out the orgasm far beyond what I thought possible. I’m completely spent, unable to move from this position.
Slowly, he withdraws his fingers, his breath warm against my skin as he comments on how wet I am, how hard I came just for him. “We should clean up the mess we made,” he says with a teasing grin.
Before I can even ask what he means, his tongue is back, tracing slow, deliberate strokes from my clit down to my puckered ass. The sensation draws another needy, sultry moan from my lips. He kisses each cheek softly, his thumb caressing the tight muscle with gentle strokes.
“Next time, little Alpha. Next time,” he growls, the smile audible in his voice.
I feel myself tipping sideways, too drowsy to focus on anything real. My body and
mind are utterly wrecked, unable to function properly. Then, finally, I drift off into the deepest, dreamless sleep I’ve had since my mother was attacked.