Page 71 of Alpha Ruined
He’s exaggerating, of course.
Eventually, she wraps her arms around his neck, no longer desperately clutching at his shoulders, and kisses him.
It’s slow and sweet, different from the kisses when his fingers were buried in her. His lips are soft against hers and he tastes minty with a hint of her sweet slick mixed in.
The kisses turn deeper, and he helps pull her tank top all the way off, leaving her in just her lacy bra. She unclasps it as they kiss, exposing her naked breasts to him, nipples jutting out and desperate for attention.
When he sees them, he groans, the sound going straight to her cunt. “Fuck,” he hisses, his hand palming one. She gasps at the sensation, arching her back to give him better access. “Look at these.”
He pulls at her waist and maneuvers them so he’s on his back and she’s on top of him, her bare, soaked cunt pressed against the hardness in his pants.
Even through his clothes, she can tell his cock is massive.
“That’s right,” he pants, looking up at her as he plays with each breast. “Drip that pretty pussy all over me. Make a mess, sweetheart.”
Shyness forgotten, she shamelessly arches her back and grinds against his clothed erection, working her naked body against him. His fingers pinch each nipple, pulling and slapping as she bounces haphazardly on him.
She wonders if she can come just from the sheer friction of rutting against him
“Tell me how it feels,” he commands, pulling a sensitive nipple hard enough that she yelps.
“Good,” she breathes. “I’m close again…”
“You’re going to come just from this? Just from feeling my cock against you?”
She may be on top, but she knows she’s not the one in control. She’s drunk on his words, knowing that she would do anything he asked of her.
“Yes, fuck,yes…”
His hand goes to her waist, and he pushes her down against him as he lifts his hips, her cunt sliding back and forth on the outline of his cock obscenely.
“Keep bouncing. Give me a show. Play with those perky tits,” he commands, “and show me what you do when you’re alone.”
She pushes her breasts together as she squeezes them, running her palms over her overly sensitive nipples until she can’t take it anymore, and her release builds in her.
She closes her eyes and lets out a scream, so loud she’s sure the other cabin residents must hear it, as she soaks the front of Cole’s pants.
“Oh,fuck yes,” he growls. “Yes, just like fucking that. Let me feel that pretty cunt soak me.Fuck,I knew you were perfect.”
She can’t stop coming, and her throat burns from crying out in pleasure.
When she can’t keep herself upright any longer, she collapses against him, and he strokes her hair.
“I’ve never…” she pants. “I…”
She doesn’t know what to tell him. How does she explain that she’s never orgasmed that hard or that many times? Howdoes she tell him that she likes this far too much and she’s going to be devastated when it’s over?
For a moment, she imagines what it would be like if they were mated.
She lets the thought go as quickly as it came—it’s a foolish, ridiculous idea.
Cole rolls them onto their side, slinging one arm around her waist and pressing a gentle kiss to her neck. He spoons her, and she snuggles against his naked chest, her back against.
“We’re filthy,” she breathes, and he chuckles.
“I’ll clean us up in a bit,” he promises, brushing away a damp lock of hair. But his obvious erection presses against her ass, and her eyes widen as she turns her head.
“Wait, you didn’t…” she tries to reach back to touch him, but he gently grabs her wrist.