Page 37 of Forced By the Alpha

He nodded. The water was tested regularly and was safe enough for swimming and drinking after filtering.

“I brought swimsuits,” he said, lowering the backpack to the ground.

Beth pulled her shirt off, slipped out of her shorts, stripped down to just her bra and panties in broad daylight. His shorts tightened, but she wasn’t done. She was turned away from him, teasing, denying him what he wanted to see as she unhooked her bra and tossed it backward. Then she shimmed out of her panties.

Devon bit back a growl. He wanted her, right then and there, and she knew it. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and smiled at him, cocking one eyebrow.

“Coming?” She asked. She stepped into the water, goosebumps peppering her skin, and he drank in the sight of her wet body, wishing he could capture the image with more than his imperfect memory.

He wasted no more time, throwing his own clothes into a pile and following her into the water. The pebbles were smooth under his feet, and the water was warmer than he’d expected, as it was heated by the sun. She was deep enough that her feet didn’t touch the ground, the water coming up to her neck.

But the clear water didn’t hide her body from him. It showed it in tantalizing glimpses that made his cock strain for more.

“I would have put up less of a fuss if you’d told me there was a lake involved,” she said. She leaned back to float, water beading off of her breasts.

He wanted to trace the drops, wanted to take her then and there. She was driving him mad, and she was doing it on purpose.

“Beth,” he said, more growl than words.

“Hmm?” She asked, full of mock innocence, her eyes closed. “What is it, Devon? Is something the matter?”

“Come here,” he said, his hand on her lower back, drawing her toward him.

She batted her eyelashes, keeping up the innocent act. “Wouldn’t you like to swim a bit?”

He pressed himself against her, letting her feel how hard he was for her, how badly he wanted her. She bit her lip, wrapping her legs around his waist, trapping his cock between them with a delicious pressure. Buoyed by the water, she was light in his arms. He could have lifted her there and impaled her on his dick. But he wanted to take his time. Wanted her to beg him for it.

The lake water was sweet on his tongue as he kissed her neck, his fingers finding the peaked mound of her nipple. He flicked over it softly. She pressed forward into the pressure, silently asking for more, gasping when he pinched it.

“More,” she said in his ear, her arms tight around his neck. She moved her hips against him, rubbing her pussy up and down the length of his cock.

Bringing his mouth to her nipple, he licked and teased it before biting it, gently at first, then harder. Her fingers wound into his hair, tugging hard at the base even as she pushed forward against his mouth. She liked the hint of pain with her pleasure, his Beth, and he’d oblige her.

She was slick. He could feel her wetness even submerged in the water, and he ached to angle his cock, to sink it deep inside her and feel her envelope him. But he waited. She was moving faster against him now, grinding on his length, moaning each time she made contact with her clit.

“Do you want to cum, Beth?” He asked, pulling his mouth from her nipple.

She nodded, eyes closed, robbed of speech.

His fingers teased her clit, barely brushing against it, as she rocked the head of his cock against her entrance, parting the lips there but never enough to slide him in. It was all he could do to hold back. A single thrust and he’d be buried inside of her.

He focused instead on her. On the flutter of her eyelids and the little gasping breaths she made each time, he circled her clit with his fingertip. It wasn’t long before she was coming undone, clutching him as she shuddered and cried out.

“I want you,” she said when she could speak again. She reached down and guided him to her entrance.

She was so hot and wet. He could sink the entire length of his cock inside of her in one. But she was tight, and the bliss of feeling her stretch to take him was a sensation he wouldn’t rush for anything. Inch by inch, he moved deeper. She pushed forward, seeking more of him, trying to hurry him.

He was having none of it. “Now we’re on my terms, darling,” he said, halfway now.

“Please, Devon, I need you, all of you,” she begged, biting hard on his earlobe.

Who was he to resist her begging? He sheathed the rest of himself in one thrust until he could feel her stretched around the base of his cock. She gasped, fingers tightening in his hair. Devon lingered there, waiting for her to adjust, before starting to move slowly in and out, a few inches at a time.

His fingers found her clit again, rubbing it as he thrust. She was rocking against him, looking for more, his greedy mate, and he wanted to give it to her. But first, he needed her to come again.

“I’m close,” she moaned, “don’t stop, don’t stop.”

“I know.” He could feel her tightening around him, squeezing him tighter and tighter until, at last, her orgasm raced through her. She cried out, head flung back, as he let himself go. His hips bucked forward, driving harder and deeper into her, from tip to base. She was all he could see, her perfect breast cupped in his hands, his fingers sinking into the pale mound as he lost himself inside of her.

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