Page 61 of Pack Fever

Moaning, pulsing, I’m at his mercy as he urgently thrusts into me. I whimper louder just as the thunderous crash of my orgasm barrels through me.

I cry out as my body jerks against him. Jasper takes that as an invitation to wrench his fingers out and lick me ravenously, taking every drop.

With the wall taking my weight, my legs give out with how hard I shake, but Jasper’s holding me up. He grunts against me, his eyes holding my gaze when I stare down at him. There’s so much joy behind them, as though his face buried in my pussy is his everything.

Still shuddering, I float down from the most intense orgasm, so much so, my head spins. He finally releases me, and I’m shaking.

Kneeling back on his heels, he licks his lips, this ridiculously gorgeous Alpha tasting me on his mouth and grinning.

“I’m fucking dying here,” he murmurs.

I notice he’s got his cock out, a hand wrapped around it. My throat dries at his size. There’s absolutely nothing small about Jasper; his cock easily rivals my wrist. He’s on his feet in moments, and I keep staring at him, at that huge elephant trunk.

“Well, looks like you have a predicament,” I tease, trying to push my skirt down and keep my head intact.

“I’m going to say we have a predicament here,” he grunts.

In truth, I might have just had a mind-blowing orgasm, but that starving need that consumes me pulses under my skin once more.

He’s on his feet, pushing my hand away from my skirt.

“My cock knows exactly where it belongs,” he says confidently, his hand cupping my pussy. His eyes are hazed over, his breath racing. “I’m so fucking hungry to thrust into this down to the hilt, to stretch you open.”

I whimper, and it has nothing to do with fear but with the way the nerves between my legs thump in response to his teasing, the way my body sways, and the rising temp of my arousal clinging to me.

“M-Maybe not here,” I manage to say, using every will inside of me to turn away from him. It shouldn’t be this intense so fast, not after I’ve just come, right?

I’ve barely taken a step away from him when he grabs my arm. Suddenly, I’m pressed up against the wall, his hands swooping around to the front of my chest. He grasps my breasts over my shirt, and I melt on the inside.

“The hold you have on me is fucking cruel.” His cock’s under my skirt, pushing between my asscheeks where he’s cradled between us.

I breathe out heavily, each inhale coming in faster. I try to move my hips to get out before I lose every inch of myself because it feels like Jasper’s on the verge, too.

His hot breath splashes across my ear, his words flowing.

“I’m dying to sink into you. I can’t think of anything but your pussy wrapped around my cock, you screaming for me, and you covering me down to my balls in your slick.” His tongue licks my neck.

I’m purring, my nipples between his fingers so hard, so desperate to be plucked. The last time I felt this intense was back in the bathroom at Seth’s place. But it feels deeper this time, terrifying with how much I’m sticking my ass out against his cock, already spreading my legs for him.

He releases a breast and slips his hand down behind me, his cock suddenly sliding across the length of my drenched pussy.

My body jerks in response, a moan for more in my throat.

“Jasper,” I manage. “You’re going to kill me.” My hips sway, and I know I’m presenting myself to him. I’m slightly mortified, but I’m too horny, in too much pain to care.

He’s growling behind me, grasping his cock, and suddenly I feel the tip pushing into me.

I tense, already sensing his size, yet I don’t back away. I want him to fuck me, to ease the desire that strangles me.

He pushes into me a bit more with a grunt, taking his time, and I appreciate it.

“Please fuck me. Oh my God, Jasper, you have no idea how much I need this.”

“You’re going to take me deep inside you, aren’t you?” he growls, pushing my skirt up to my waist, revealing my ass in the air to him.

He slides into me, and I cry out.

At that moment, a male voice bursts through the speakers of the elevator.

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