Page 54 of Cruel Alpha Bully

When I walk into the store, it’s very busy. The gym area is packed with people doing stretches and using the machines, and it looks like all the store employees are caught up with customers.

I see Jack down an aisle and give him a shrug, silently asking him about my husband’s whereabouts. He points towards the back of the store.

I head out into the staff area and follow the hallway towards the stock room. I can hear the scraping of boxes being moved, and even if it isn’t Bae, whoever it is should be able to tell me where to look.

When I push the door open, I’m so struck by the sight that I freeze in place, staring stupidly into the room.

Bae is moving huge, heavy boxes and gym equipment from one area of the stock room to the other. He pauses every now and then to check the labels and put certain boxes aside, then goes back to the business of rearranging the stock.

He is only wearing snug sweatpants. When he crouches down to get a box off the floor, his toned, firm ass shows through the tight fabric as his thighs flex. The muscles in his upper arms bulge, and his abs and chest ripple as he stands up and stacks the box to one side.

He tosses his head, and his long, sandy hair flicks off his forehead, dripping sweat down his cheek. When the drops reach his top lip, I actually let go of the bags of food, grabbing them again immediately and making the paper and plastic crinkle.

Bae turns around, grinning broadly as soon as he sees me. “Hey, babe! What are you doing here?”

“I brought you lunch,” I squeak, holding out the bags and walking towards him. I’m trying to make a conscious effort to look up at his face, but all I can see is his smooth, broad chest, washboard abs, and flexing arms.

He puts his hands on his hips and gives me a mock glare. “We’ve spoken about this. My face is up here.”

“Is it?” I whisper, getting close enough to touch his cheek. “Oh, so it is,” I laugh. “I nearly missed it, and it’s such a pretty face.”

“Sure is.” He grins. “Did you actually bring me lunch?”

“Did I—I mean, yes. Of course I did.” With some effort, I remember the bags in my hand and hold them up.

“It can wait,” Bae says, moving even closer to me. “I can’t ignore that look in your eye, Gina.”

“What look would that be?” I grin as I move my face right up to his, almost brushing my lips against his mouth.

He kisses me, and I drop the bags of food so I can put my arms around his waist. He pushes me back until my knees hit something, and I fall backwards. I land in an office chair that’s pushed against the wall.

Bae kneels down and grabs my ankles, throwing them over his shoulders. He dives between my legs, pushing his head under my skirt and pulling my panties out of the way.

His lips gently touch my clit, and his tongue flicks out, teasing me. I moan and rock back and forth on his mouth, losing myself.

“Make all the noise you want, babe… but just a reminder that the store is kind of crowded.”

I giggle and put one hand over my mouth. That’s when I realize the door is wide open as well.

As Bae’s tongue explores deeper, sliding into my wet, throbbing pussy, I forget about the door, but I do keep my hand on my mouth. Muffled cries try to escape me as he licks and sucks deeper into my pussy and teases my clit.

He comes out from under my skirt, kneeling in front of me. When he stands up, his cock is making an impressive tent of his sweatpants. I lunge forward, grab the waistband, and yank the pants down, wrapping my lips around his cock.

Bae gasps, his body shuddering. I can hear him trying not to moan, and the soft, whispery gasps just turn me on even more.

When I pull back, he’s looking down on me, his eyes full of raw desire.

“Turn over,” he orders softly.

I roll onto my belly, bracing on my hands. Bae grabs my hips and throws my skirt up over my back. I feel his fingers running up and down my slit, then the hot, hard head of his cock sliding into my wet, throbbing pussy.

I have to bite my lip to stop myself from crying out. My hands clench on the chair in a death grip, and I brace my toes against the floor as Bae firmly grabs my hips and starts to thrust.

I cling to the chair, feeling his cock pumping in and out of me as my body opens up for him. My joints are loosening so much, it’s hard to hold my position, but Bae keeps me up with his strong arms. I’m gasping, burying my head in the cushion on the chair so I don’t scream.

Bae picks up his pace, gripping my hips even more tightly. I hold back a moan, letting my breath rush out in a harsh gasp. My pussy is clenching and throbbing around his long, hard cock, exploding with deep spasms as he strokes every single inch of me.

Just as my body starts to tingle and my orgasm crests, Bae speeds up, pounding into me with short, hard strokes. My hands clamping onto the chair, I moan into the cushions, trembling as my body shudders with a bone-shaking orgasm.

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