Chapter 13
Natasha
I moaned and tossed my head from side to side. Intense sparks lit up my core. I had never needed sex as much as I needed it right now.
He lined up his cock with my opening. His eyes locked with mine.
“This may hurt,” he warned me.
“So what?” I didn’t care.
He thrust into me and I gasped. Obviously, I’d been looking at his huge member a minute ago, but actually feeling it inside me was another thing completely. He stretched me so wide, I didn’t know how he was moving at all.
“You’re so... big.” I didn’t even know I could feel this stretched.
“You’re made for this. Your body fits perfectly around mine. You can take all of me.”
“Doesn’t feel like it. I feel...impaled.”
Inch by inch, he moved deeper inside me, until he was fully in, and the base of his cock touched my pussy lips.
“Your tight pussy feels so good clamped around my hard cock,” he told me in a thick voice.
I couldn’t think of anything to say to that, so I said nothing. Instead of moving in and out, he gyrated against me, moving his cock in circles inside me, stretching me and pulling me in ways that only added to my pleasure, as the base of his dick rubbed against my clit.
I reached down to stroke his balls but he caught my wrist in one hand, pinning it against my belly so I was helpless.
“I’m in control here, not you.” His voice seemed deeper than usual, if that was possible.
“No fair.” I strained against his hand but he was so much stronger than me. He could do anything he wanted and I couldn’t stop him.
I blew a raspberry at him for good measure. Or maybe bad measure. One or the other.
He tutted and shook his head. “Naughty girl.” There was a twinkle in his eye that told me he wasn’t serious.
He pinched my nipples. I gasped. Electricity seared straight from my breasts to my core. Incredible. The feel of his fingers crushing my hard nubs lingered for a while after he released them.
I was most of the way to an orgasm before he ever fucked me.
He gripped my hips. Pulled out. Thrust back in, hard. Even the way he bottomed out, hitting my cervix, was a delicious, wanted pain.
With both hands free, I reached down again, tracing the pattern of his hard triangular lower ab muscles that pointed like a big arrow to his cock.
“How do you have a body like this when you spend nearly all day every day sleeping on the couch?”
“I’m an alpha. We just have muscles.” He shrugged like it wasn’t noteworthy. The only blokes I’d ever seen that looked like that in Glasgow were boxers.
He fucked me slowly, at first. Taking care. I liked the feel of his huge, hard shaft sliding in and out, pressing against every part of my sheath. Gradually, he increased his pace. My hips fucked him back, matching his speed and taking him even deeper inside me. Pressure built in my womb. I knew I was close, but was he? It was hard to know.
He raked his nails down my sides. The sharp sting only made me want him more. My teeth felt weird. I had the irresistible urge to bite him, but I tried to resist. Instead, I closed my eyes and let the sensations take over my body.
When I couldn’t stop myself, I darted forward and sank my teeth into the flesh between his neck and his shoulder. It felt so satisfying. A blood lust came over me and I clamped down, hard. Above me, he stiffened and I felt him shooting hot liquid into my womb.
That sent me over the edge. My pussy squeezed hard around his cock, which seemed to have gotten even bigger than before. I released his neck. Hands gripping his biceps, I threw my head back as wave upon wave of glittering sparkles illuminated our souls and combined them.
My thighs clamped around his waist. Tingles radiated like little lightning bolts from my core and I had to fight to stay quiet.
When the climax faded, I fell back against the bed, gasping for air. He rolled us both so we lay on our sides.