I shut my legs and squeeze them, trying to alleviate the build-up.
“Stop being a fucking brat,” he growls as he reaches behind me to spread my legs as far as they can go before he teases me by dragging his hands all over my back. “You want this, don’t you, killer? You want to find out for yourself that my cock tastes as good as I scent?” he asks arrogantly. I nearly go to sass him back, but he’s quick again. He buries both his hands in my hairand drags my face over the outline of his stone hard cock while also pumping his hips forward at the same time. The groans he makes scream at his own desperate need to ease the build-up in his body.
I open my mouth and drop low and start to blow him through his jeans. His cock jumps when I do it, his fingers tighten in my hair, and he pins me there. Suckling through his jeans, I drag my teeth over his cockhead, but it’s not enough for either of us.
Without talking I stop, and he just lets me go so I can flick the rest of his jeans open. I bury my hands in his pants, and like before, we come together in a clash, both of us desperate to taste each other.
His lips are pillow soft, but hard too. And he growls with each lick of our tongues, the whole time his eyes devour me as much as his lips do. This Alpha can kiss so fucking good, he leaves me dizzy with each one. Our mouths seem to fuse together. Neither of us can stop; his taste invades my mouth, his bourbon scent the only thing filling my lungs.
Together, we somehow get him out of his pants without breaking our kiss or the heated way we stare into each other’s eyes. And everything we do feels not only physical, but spiritual—like we’re re-joining two lost halves of ourselves.
I climb to my feet to kiss him better, but it’s still not enough, and as I jump, he goes to lift me up. I wrap around him, my arms barely reaching around his neck. Instead, I lock my arms behind his head as best I can. His hands fit around my ass perfectly, and very intentionally he spreads them wide. I think he’s going to take us to the bed, instead he turns around and finds the nearest wall.
“Hold up,” he barks. And I pull away from kissing him, watching him nab something off one of the tables. “Tuck under my chin.”
I do, and the next second I can feel his arm thrust, like he’s throwing a ball and after a couple of hits I realise he’s punching a hole in the wall, before he does something similar on the other side.
And then we’re back to kissing and it all makes sense when he pushes my body up, using his upper body to keep me pinned there before he prises my hand away from his body to tuck into the holes.
“Wrap those sweet as fuck legs around me,” he growls between each of his deadly kisses.
I moan into his mouth. When I do as he asks, his cock grinds over the front of my pussy. The heat rolling off him has me chasing more.
“Tell me I own this slit,” he sucks my top lip into his mouth, and I have to close my eyes in sheer relief when his hand drops down and he fingers me.
“Cock.” I groan.
“That’s coming, killer. I’ve got to stretch you out.” He smirks while two of his fingers work inside my pussy. “You’re so tight, you’re strangling my hand.”
I whine against his neck while grinding against his palm. His fingers are heavenly, and each thrust has me seeing stars.
“Come on my fingers,” he insists, biting along my jaw while adding another finger. It nearly hurts, the sudden intrusion of another thick finger, but the burn eases after a few pumps of his hand.
“God, killer, your body was made for me, wasn’t it?”
I agree instantly before reaching back up for another kiss. His mouth is there, waiting, and his tongue surges past my lips before licking over mine. I go to gasp or take a breath, but he pulls his fingers out of my body before surging his cock inside.
“Let me in,” he growls, and I realise he’s only barely inside. With the top of his body, he pins me against the wall. “Hold on.”
He pulls his hips back and pushes inside again. My pussy burns. But instead of stopping and asking if I’m okay, because the pleasure spilling from my lips is clear enough, he keeps thrusting further and further inside. His breathing hitches, and he groans and pants as much as I do. There’s a point where I seriously think he won’t fit. Instead, though, he drops one of his hands before he teases my clit with his thumb while breathing deep into my ear.
“Let me in,” he insists.
His hips slow down, but his thrusts get harder, beautifully so. And when he sucks on his thumb quickly before dropping it back to my clit, I fall apart for him on a breathy orgasm full of flashing lights behind my eyes and a growing need for more.
“That’s it, and again,” he says, his hips circling, and I can feel him pushing each inch further inside. He’s fucking huge, but he feels so fucking good. I unlock my feet from his back and plant them on the side of his hips. It’s lucky he’s Herculean in strength because he’s doing a lot of the holding up. But I use the new holes in the wall, before I spread my hips as wide as they can go, and the adjustment opens me right up. He keeps circling his hips as he pulls out an inch before he surges back inside. The both of us are completely lost in pleasure and it’s a beautiful, rolling sense of union. Another desperate pump of his hips and even without saying a word, I know he’s inside. His eyes flare wide, and he grits his jaw shut.
“Oh my god,” I whimper, trying to not get swept away already.
My arms give out and I sag on him, taking even more of him. But he’s got me, lucky too, because I can barely function as waves of carnal passion threaten to wash me away. He tightens his arms around me, and he spins us off the wall. Each step he takes makes him hit deeper inside of me, so deep I swear he’s signing his name over my cervix.
Without pulling out, he sinks down to the floor and places my ass on the mattress. Kneeling, he’s at the same height I am, but this way it gives us both the chance to watch the way our bodies fit together.
“See how good your slick looks on my cock?” he says, spreading my legs wider so I get a better view of how beautifully we fit together. The both of us watch without saying a word as he nearly drags himself all the way out before slowly pushing back in.
One of his hands wraps around my face, tipping my head back so he can kiss me again. It’s more revered but still there’s a hunger there.
Leaning back on one hand, I use the other to touch my oversensitive nipples before I pull away from his lips and use my eyes to show him the tit I need his teeth on.
