Page 37 of The Alpha's Forced Bullied Mate

Mouth open, he watched as I ran one finger over my bulbous clit. The tip of my forefinger parted my slit, sliding through a mess of arousal that started well before he caught me. He licked his lips, nodded, and then commanded, “Spread yourself.”

His demand stung my solar plexus, causing my chest to swell with bated breath. My compliance came easily with him—not because he was in charge of me, but because it charged me to be in his favor. It made me quiver to know that I was pleasing him with these simple tasks, with these things I did by myself.

His breath hitched—“good girl”—and then he dove south to lap my slit.

Heat flashed from my center throughout my body. “Oh,yes…” I caught the back of his head, eagerly bowing into the movement of his lips consuming my clit, trying to keep my knees from snapping closed while feverishly enthralled by the way his hands fought to keep my legs open.

Each dive of his tongue sent dangerous tingles up my body. I lost myself to the feeling, totally encompassed by his attention as he traced my folds and rounded my clit. He dove for my entrance and prodded inside, raising my knees over his shoulders to nestle deeper, to bury his mouth into my folds. This was different than how I imagined my first time would be, than how I had seen people do it in books. This was beyond magic, a slice of life that I had missed all this time.

All this time, he was right here.

He slurped my clit into his mouth, applying steady pressure to the swollen bud that made me writhe. I clutched the back of his head to shove him deeper, if that were possible, and to selfishly keep the activity from ending. I clamped as hard as I could on the sensation rising within me, the one I knew from playing with myself.

Yet nothing could stop the flood. Nothing could prevent the wild howl that left my lips as I bucked uncontrollably into his mouth. He slurped and sucked sloppily as I came, pushing me so far over the edge mentally that I didn’t know whether I would return.

And Ididn’t careabout returning. To hell with returning. If pleasure like this existed with him, then he was all I ever wanted.

As soon as he surfaced, I cupped his face and yanked him to my mouth, whimpering as I tasted myself on his lips. He bruised me with a darling kiss as he shuffled between my legs, dragging his hard cock over my sensitive folds. I shivered in the wake of my orgasm, unprepared for what was to come next—which I hoped would be him.

He broke the kiss and propped his hands on either side of my head, using the ground to steady himself. He peered downat me, silver moonlight haloing around his head, giving him a saintly appearance that reminded me of my hitchhike down to South Carolina. I spent a few nights in a church with colorful windows and gorgeous paintings on the vaulted ceiling.

That was how he looked—angelic, saintly, and utterly divine.

My mouth widened as he teased my entrance with the head of his cock. His brows furrowed as he pulled back, bowing toward me to press his forehead to mine. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“You’re not.”

I swallowed hard. “It’s just…”

He stroked my cheek. “We don’t have to do anything.”

Hearing him say that made me want him so much more. I smiled breathlessly. “But I want toeverything.”

I caressed his hips as I widened my legs, slowly guiding his cock into my entrance. My center swelled with his girth, his own mouth dropping open in shock as he squeezed his eyes shut through the plunge.

“You’re so…tight…”

Virgins usually are, I thought with a wince. I widened my legs to accommodate him. The pressure was intense, but my resolve to accept every inch was stronger.

I clutched his bottom. “Is it…bad?”

He licked his lips, slid out, and returned slowly. This time, the pressure was perfect. “It’s not bad at all, baby. I love the way you feel.”

I lay there stunned, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief and lust. My body tingled with each new pump, slowly andsteadily like a piston just getting warmed up. He rocked and then glided, thrust and then sank in varying rhythms, testing the water as I participated more. I threaded my fingers behind his neck while moving along with him, eagerly trying to match his pace.

His hands returned to my breasts, where he thumbed my nipples, sending bursts of satisfaction right to my slit. I knew I would come again from him doing the bare minimum, and I loved how easy it was for him to please me. I adored how simple he made the entire act, with each action prompting my reaction. He was a natural leader and teacher—and I wanted to learn so much more.

“Your body is so receptive,” he whispered. He planted a kiss on my forehead. “That’s amazing. I love that about you.”

My mind was blown. I thought Hector would be unimpressed by my lack of knowledge. But it was becoming more obvious by the second that he was truly enjoying the act of leading. His hands traveled every visible inch of my torso as he steadily pumped into me, taking his time, smiling when our eyes met and leaning in for another kiss.

I didn’t know it could be this good.

I didn’t know it could be thisheavenly.

Within a few minutes, I adjusted to his presence, urgently returning his thrusts with bucks of my own. I worked eagerly to meet his pumps with vivid gasps that signaled my final undoing. Each time he disappeared inside me, I swelled with him, my chest filling with air and plumping up my breasts for him to take. He massaged my nipples generously as he burrowed deeper… and then deeper…

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