Page 44 of The Alpha's Protective Mate

His whole body goes still as I take one mouthful of his blood, and then he shudders. I’m still coming all over his hand as he pulls out, grabs my hips, picks me up, and puts me on the kitchen counter. I don’t know what’s happening; my mind is in shambles as a result of the orgasm that still has me in its throes.

But when he pulls my knees apart, dragging me to the edge of the marble slab, I see him reaching for his pants with his free hand, and I know.

I don’t want to stop him.

So, I don’t.

His cock springs out, and the sheer girth and size of it has me staring in shock. That can’t fit inside me. I know it can’t.

But Robert is moving, and he guides his cock to the entrance of my pussy and begins pushing his way inside. It’s an uncomfortable fit. It’s too thick. But I find myself falling back on the counter, supported only by my forearms, my lips apart.

I can feel it.

As it drives deeper inside me, I can feel every inch of it. The pain and pleasure are intermixed, and I feel so helpless and needy as he drives his way in. My pussy is swallowing that huge monster, and I make a broken sound.

When I feel the slap of his balls against my skin, I realize he managed to fit.

“R—Robert,” I moan his name. “Please…Please move.”

I’m so ridiculously full, but I crave the sensation, the burn and the pain, and that wild pleasure that’s just on the cusp.

He does move, and a scream leaves my mouth as he pulls out and slams back inside me. There is no gentleness, no soft words, no reassurances. He’s fucking me like a man on a mission, and I just open my legs wider for him.

I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

As he pistons in and out of me, my eyes roll to the back of my head, cries spilling out of me. Three pumps and he has me orgasming. He doesn’t stop, fucking me through it.

“Harder,” I moan, wanting him to be rougher, needing more contact with him.

He seems to know what I’m craving because he scoops me up, cock still in me, and brings me over to the kitchen table, which is wider. Positioning me on my back, one hand now in my hair again, he yanks my head, making my back arch and reaching a spot inside of me that I didn’t know existed.

This heat between us is explosive.

“Robert!” I sob.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, his mouth on my chest, my nipples.

He’s biting my skin aggressively, and I can smell my blood where he breaks the skin. But the pain drives me on. It makes me wilder. My legs wrap around his neck, my nails scoring his back, his arms.

I can smell his blood as my nails do their own fair share of damage.

I feel his body tense, and in a fit of passion, he pulls me forward, his teeth sinking into the side of my neck. The pleasure is intense, and my hips are moving against him as I let out a wanton sound. He unloads inside me, and the sensation of him coming has me falling over the edge once more.

My body goes limp as the aftershocks of the orgasm radiate within me.

I feel Robert’s arms around me, and we’re moving, but I feel hazy now, my body having been driven to the brink of exhaustion. I’ve never experienced anything this intense, and it’s almost as if my body has decided to shut down for a while. Try as I might, I can’t keep my eyes open.

At some point, I feel him running something like a wet cloth over my naked body, but then I’m warm again, his body pressing against mine, and I let myself pass out.

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My body is aching when I wake up.

Groaning, I turn onto my side and curl into a ball. Mano chooses that moment to jump on my hip and start making biscuits.

“Dude,” I complain. “Mano, no. Get off me!”

But no amount of protesting gets Mano to stop. She’s purring loudly, and her claws are digging into my hip with each press of her paws. When she realizes I’m not going to move, she decides to take another approach.

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