Page 32 of Alpha Bait

"You're mine, Indie Holloway," I grunted, the heat of the moaning awakening a primal urge to possess her as my own.

I thrust between her legs, plunging harder and faster as she whimpered and moaned, approaching yet another earth-shattering climax. She wrapped her legs around me and dug her heels into my back. I pinned her arms down tighter and grunted, slamming my hardness into her.

"You want to be a bad girl, Indie? Cum for daddy... Cum for me..." I whispered into her ear.

She exploded again into a flurry of moans and whimpers as she bucked her hips and writhed in the sheer euphoria of her climax. I struggled to hold back after that climax. Her body twisted in perfect vulnerability beneath my grasp and I couldn't hold on a moment longer.

I grunted and erupted inside her. My mind went blank as I came. All my thoughts, all my intentions focused solely on Indie Holloway. I pulled out of her, gasping for breath, my body covered in sweat as we lay next to each other. Holy hell.

If I'd been pining over another woman, that woman had been forgotten. Indie sat up after a few moments, her thick black curls cascading down her umber colored back. She reached for her button down and dressed her top half, slipping into her underwear.

"Kicking me out for the night?" I asked.

She giggled, "No. I'm holding you hostage for round two."

She returned to bed and kissed my cheek.

"Let's order room service. Tomorrow morning, you get out of here and we pretend this entire thing never happened."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Pretend it never happened?"

"That's what's best, isn't it?"

I nodded, "You're right. Shouldn't make this more trouble than it's worth."

"Exactly," she replied, "it's just an itch we need to scratch."

"An act of rebellion."

"A moment in time."

"A necessary experience."

Her lips were dangerously close to mine again.

"What the hell," I muttered, kissing her and rolling her onto her back again. Indie giggled as I fumbled with her buttons a second time.

"Rich!" she giggled, "what are you doing?"

"Screw room service," I muttered, "I must have you again."

I slipped the white shirt off her shoulders and planted a kiss on each one, brushing her long dark coils out of the way. She eased her arms out of the shirt.

"If you insist then..."

"Believe me, I insist."

She giggled as I kissed her again and we fell into the throes of lusty lovemaking again and again until morning.

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