Page 73 of Alpha Games
A thick trail of spit came from the back of my throat that lubricated my mouth in glorious comfort as he slid in again. I gagged a little. He hummed, waiting for me to adjust. Goddess, he tasted so good.
Ranger’s muscles quivered above me as he worked to a pace I was comfortable with. I felt his fingers tightening on my hair, the strength in whichhe could force himself in, and how he held back in a controlled rhythm. Despite saying I was in control, I knew I was at his mercy if he truly wanted me to be.
It was terrifying.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever done.
I rubbed my thighs together, trying to chase away the ache as slick soaked my underwear, and wished I could touch myself. But I didn’t want to do anything that would change the position he’d shown me. Now that I knew the movements, I had this. I sucked hard for a few long strokes to give my throat a break and prepared to take him deep again.
He pulled my new favorite toy away.
“No,” I cried out as I reached for him.
Ranger growled as he pulled me to my feet. “You’ll hurt yourself if you press too far without training.” His cock was pulsing, rock hard and begging for my touch.
I wrapped my hand back around his shaft, needing it more than anything. “At least let me make you come.”
His laugh was dark and rumbly, mixed with the growl of his beast, as he planted a kiss against my forehead.
“Don’t think you’re getting off that easy.” Ranger twirled a finger in the air. “I believe I told you to turn around and put your hands on the table.”
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I exhaled as I fisted my cock, giving it a tug to try and relieve some pressure. It wasn’t like me to give into urges without careful planning, but Aspen flipped the script. When she’d wanted to suck me off, I didn’t want to stop her. But she was too eager and her appetite was voracious. Which was great,ifshe was prepared. She couldn’t just jump into the deep end without training.
I was going to have my work cut out for me.
And I couldn’t wait to get started.
I trailed my fingers along the exposed skin of her arm leaving goosebumps in their wake. Her arousal and sweet poppy scent hung heavy in the air, intoxicating as I breathed it in.
“You do know how to listen,” I taunted, tracing my fingers over her hands firmly gripping the wrought iron table.
She quivered with shallow breaths as her ass pressed back against me. “I’m trying.”
My hand found the front waistband of her pants and she gasped as I dipped beneath it. I ran my fingers through her pubic curls, tugging a little on the way down. My beast growled his approval at finding her already soaking wet.
“Good girls who listen get rewarded,” I whispered against her ear, using the pad of my middle finger to massage her clit.
She cried out and arched back against me, panting, “And what if I want to be bad?”
The question took me by surprise. I had to bite down on my laughter as I pulled away as far as her pants would allow. Aspen groaned in frustration. I kept my hand where it was, feeling the heat and tension warm my palm.
“You can be as bad as you want.”
Aspen let out a hiss of breath through her teeth as she moved to rock forward against my hand. I caught her hip, holding her still. She tried to move again before realizing it wouldn’t work. Two inches of space could feel like torture in the right circumstances.
“Bad girls get punished.” I pressed my teeth gently onto the smooth skin of her shoulder, feeling my beast rumble within.
“Fine! I’ll be good,” she cried out as she stopped trying to take control. I was shocked she didn’t stomp her foot. The little brat.
I smiled endearingly, rewarding her by sliding my middle finger into her tight cunt and curling it up before dragging it down along the inner wall to make her moan. I pumped it a few more slow strokes, feeling her gush around me.
I trailed kisses up the side of her neck. “So eager. So wet.”
“You could fuck me,” she whimpered.