Page 23 of Claimed By the Boss

My Alpha.

If possible, I want him more now than when my Heat took control and demanded I mate.

Stretching up, I catch his lips, licking and sucking until he growls and thrusts his tongue into my mouth, consuming me. And I want to be devoured.

I rock our hips together, tingles rushing through my body as his cock hardens.

A hungry rumble vibrates through me, and his kisses drift down to my throat. “I’m going to feed you strawberries every night, so you always taste this sweet.”

He grabs my hand and shifts it between our bodies, wrapping my fist around our hard lengths and pumping both of us at the same time. Pleasure curls my toes as his velvet heat rubs against mine, and my moan fills the room.

My hand moves on its own, stroking us, my gasps and moans muffled by his strong shoulder.

“Yeah, keep doing that.” He leaves me to jack us and reaches down to grip my ass, sliding into my crease to rub at my entrance. “You’re so wet. Will this place remember my shape, too?”

Pulse racing, I hook my leg over his hip, opening myself to him. “Remind me.”

Long fingers push inside my body, and I release our hard lengths to clutch at his shoulders as pleasure rocks through me.

“So warm, and you’re still soft from your Heat.” Muscles flexing, he rolls me fully beneath his body and grasps my other knee, lifting it to his waist, curving my hips upward to put me into position.

The blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance, and my body tenses with the memory of pain from our first time together.

“It’s okay.” The tendons in his neck stand out from self-restraint as he strokes down my center and wraps his large hand around my dick. “Your sweet ass remembers my shape, right?”

A few tugs on my length send tingles through me, my concerns about his size melting away, and when his mouth coaxes my lips to part for a deep kiss, I forget everything else.

The sharp burn of pleasure rushes through me as his cock works me open, and with a moan, I reach down to grab his firm ass, urging him deeper.

“Greedy.” Desire flushes his face, and he releases my dick to grasp my hip. “You want all of me?”

I nod, and then before he can prompt me for words, I gasp, “Need you inside.”

The muscles under my hands flex, and Nolan’s body bows over mine, weight supported on the arm beneath my shoulders as he thrusts forward, his thick breadth stretching me wide. Pleasure rushes up my spine, and my fingernails dig in, my back arching as I come.

He kisses my slack lips, his tongue far sweeter than the strawberries he promised to feed me every night. “You feel so perfect, squeezing me in your tight little hole.”

A shudder rocks through me, and my legs tighten around his waist. The scent of sex and sweat fill the air, making my head spin with our combined arousal.

He leans down to growl in my ear, “Such a good boy.”

The praise travels straight through me, and despite my cum still warm on my stomach, I rock my hips against his, needing his hard cock stirring inside me.

With a groan, his body moves over mine, his thick shaft driving in and out of my clenching channel.

I moan and cling to him, dirty pleas falling from my lips, writhing beneath his weight. He gives me everything I beg for, praising and wrecking me at the same time.

The wet sound of our bodies coming together and the creak of the bed join our gasps, sweat slicking our skin. He grips me with possessive strength, lifting me to meet his thrusts, taking total control, until I come again screaming his name.

His breathing turns ragged, his restraint snapping, and he pounds into my body, the arm under my shoulders the only thing that keeps me anchored beneath him. I lick and suck at his shoulder and throat, salt and musk on my tongue.

The hand on my hip tightens, holding me in place as he drives into me hard, his pelvis tight against my ass. The muscles on his back form ridges, and his cock pulses within me, filling my channel with hot cum.

Panting, he rolls onto his back, taking me with him so that I rest across his broad chest.

Regret fills me as he slips from my body, followed by a warm trickle, and I reach back to push his seed back inside.

A callused hand covers mine. “You want to keep it all, don’t you, sweet boy?”

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