Page 91 of The Alpha's Protective Mate

I don’t even get to finish my question before he unsheathes a claw and slices the material, causing my soft flesh to pour into his hands. His rumble of approval has my knees turning to jelly.

His claws dig into my chest, and I know he’s deliberately leaving marks. In retaliation, I grind against his hard shaft that is still digging into my behind. His growl doesn’t scare me; I rub with more intent, and he immediately whirls me around. “You little vixen!”

I smile and press my hand against the bulge in his jeans. The desire in his eyes has me panting. I know how rough of a lover he is, and something within me needs that unrestrained side of him. It wants to be fucked with the ruthlessness only this Alpha can treat me with.

Robert’s lips hover over mine. “If you want it so bad, take it out yourself.”

I claim his mouth with mine, and as he seizes my jaw to kiss me more deeply, my hand searches for his zipper. As I pull it down, he bites my lower lip, and I groan, licking the drop of blood.

Robert’s hands come to settle on my waist, and he turns me around almost instantly. He picks me up and places me on the small coffee table, on my hands and knees. We’re facing the full-length mirror, and he pulls off his shirt, pushing back his hair. One hand grabs my jaw. “Don’t you dare close your eyes. You’re going to watch. If you close your eyes, your ass will bear the brunt of it. Do you understand?”

I nod mutely, my body brimming with nerves and passion.

His smile is deep and slow, and my mouth turns dry. I like seeking his approval in the bedroom.

I watch in the mirror as he holds my legs open and begins to enter me. His movements are rough; his sheer girth has me whining, and my eyes flutter shut.

Almost immediately, there is the sound of a loud crack, and my right ass cheek burns in pain. My eyes fly open as I cry out.

“What did I say?” Robert asks calmly.

“Th—That hurt!”

“Then don’t close your eyes.”

I let out a shuddering breath and realize something else: under the pain is a different kind of pleasure. As he inches inside of me, my mouth falls open as I watch myself getting impaled by that monstrous thing from his pants.

“R—Robert,” I whimper, feeling his cock moving inside my slippery hole. It’s so tight, I feel like I can’t breathe for a minute.

I must have closed my eyes again, because the second smack is louder than the first one.

I moan.

A third smack, and I feel breathless, my pussy tightening around his cock.

“You like being spanked?” Robert’s hand winds in my hair, and he tugs my head back. “Answer me.”

“Y—Yes. Only by you.”

I don’t know where the last line comes from, but I know it’s true. Nobody else. I wouldn’t let anybody else touch me like that.

It’s apparently the right thing to say, because Robert’s eyes darken, and he delivers three hard smacks on my ass, alternating butt cheeks, his cock still in me. I gasp with each strike, and he lets out a quiet groan as I clench around his shaft.

“Fuck, you’re tight!”

Hand still holding my head in place, he begins to fuck me in long, deep strokes. I come with the second one, but he keeps going, smacking my ass every now and then, enjoying my reaction. My eyes are nearly crossed as he fucks me with such dedication, ignoring the mewling sounds I make, the pleading words falling on deaf ears. He’s intent on driving me insane.

My body is limp, only held up by him as he wrings orgasm after orgasm out of me, using my hole at his will. His grip on my hair is mostly to keep me in place, and I cry out as he releases inside of me.

However, he is far from done as he pulls me down to the carpeted floor, on my knees. “Open your mouth.”

I obey, parting my lips and letting him feed me his cock.

“Good girl.” He strokes my hair, and my body tightens all over again in desperate need.

This man is addictive.

And this night is far from over if Robert’s got anything to say about it.

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