Page 82 of Stranded

“Fuck!”

I nearly leap clear off the bed when his lips brush the tip of my cock.

He chuckles and pushes me back down, easily holding me there with one muscled forearm across my chest. Then he repeats himself, kissing gently across the tip and down the shaft.

“Oh… oh…!” I whimper, my thighs twitching. “Alph, I…” Then I choke and gasp at the same time. “Fuck!”

He’s wrapping his lips around the head of my cock, and he’s taking me into his mouth—slowly but surely. The wet heat of his mouth races through me in sharp, electric waves.

He starts bobbing his head, and I’m lost in heaven. My whole body is crackling to life like never before. I grab his shoulders and knead them hard, grit my teeth, push up into his mouth…

“Alph,” I whimper at last, spreading my thighs wide open. “The lube. Please.”

He grunts around my cock, toying his tongue against the head until my eyes roll back in my head and I shiver.

Don’t cum… don’t cum…!

Just in time, Alph pulls his head away from me with a wet pop and chuckles deeply. “Not bad for a first try?”

“Mmmmngh.”

My senseless groan makes him laugh. He shifts on the bed, reaching over to grab the lube from my bedside table, and then he kneels between my legs and cracks the lube open. “Shall I?”

My whole body is still shivering pleasantly. The wet heat on my shaft is cooling in the bedroom air, giving me a whole new set of wonderful sensations to fight back. “Mmnh.”

“Okay,” Alph laughs, gently pressing a kiss against my inner thigh. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

I spread my thighs for him and grin, closing my eyes as I tremble with anticipation. His cool, wet fingertips swipe between my legs, and then one finger rubs in slow, gentle circles—around my hole, and finally in.

The initial sharp sting softens into something more gentle and fizzy. I moan softly and relax on the bed, breathing out as Alph slides one finger into me. Little by little, he works me open, adding another finger… and a lot more lube.

When I feel those first sparks lighting up inside me, I gasp. “Yes,” I groan. “Right there.”

Alph strokes against the sensitive spot inside me again, and within seconds, he’s figuring it out on his own. All he has to do is listen to what makes me moan or grunt or whimper, and do more of it.

I’m on fire with it now, burning up with my need. I don’t think anyone could blame me for saying this… but I can’t wait much longer.

“Please,” I whimper, reaching down to touch Alph’s wrist. “I want you. All of you.”

His eyes soften. He pulls his fingers out of me so gently, and then he leans down to kiss my forehead and my cheeks. “You’ll have it,” he promises. “Everything you can take and then some.”

I’m quivering with anticipation as I squeeze around the emptiness inside me, craving more—needing it, almost as much as I need air.

Then I feel it—his tip against me, thicker than three fingers put together, but even more welcome.

“Yes,” I gasp raggedly. “Please please please—yes!”

He’s sinking into me. The head of his cock is stretching me open almost as far as I can go, and it’s so fucking good.

I can’t stop myself from arching into him, pressing my body against his as he kisses my neck and forehead and cheeks and whispers about how well I’m taking him.

Inch by inch, he pushes further into me, whispers sweet things into my ears, lets his touch wander across my body until I’m writhing with pleasure…

Just as it feels like he’s stretching me almost past my limit, I feel him pull back and thrust. Every muscle in his body is rippling as he presses against me, and my world is spinning to pieces around me.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck—” I gasp raggedly, clinging tightly to him and crying out with every thrust.

“Yes!” His grunts are hot puffs of air across my neck, low and hoarse and full of need. “Ronan. Fuck…!”

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