Page 47 of Bully Alpha's Secret Baby

“So fucking wet,” he murmurs.

He pushes a finger inside me, and I gasp. The sensation is unlike anything else, and all I can do is hang on for the ride. He adds a second finger, stretching me, and I cry out.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Do you like that, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes.”

My words are a whimper, and I can feel him smiling against my skin.

He strokes me, his fingers teasing, and I rock against him, desperate for more. One last kiss before he begins the long, slow trek down my body, tasting and exploring every inch of me. My nipples pebble as his tongue swirls around them, and I grip his hair.

“Damien,” I plead, his name a desperate sigh on my lips.

He doesn’t respond, just continues his torturously slow pace. I’m panting, shaking, and all I can do is hold on.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he reaches his destination. His tongue slides down my stomach, and I gasp as it finds the sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs.

“Fuck,” I hiss, arching off the bed.

He growls, and the sound vibrates through me. It’s almost too much, but somehow not enough. He works his magic, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

My hands fist in the sheets, and I can’t catch my breath. It’s like nothing else matters except this moment. Nothing exists except the two of us and the pleasure he’s giving me.

“Oh, god, please,” I moan.

He doesn’t stop, and the pressure builds, sending me hurtling toward release.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “Come for me.”

And I do.

I explode, shattering into a million pieces, and the world disappears.

Everything goes white. I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t do anything but feel. It’s like flying and falling at the same time. Time stops, and for a moment, everything is perfect. And then, slowly, the waves of pleasure ebb, and I drift back down to earth.

I collapse onto the bed, panting and spent.

Damien climbs up to meet me. He settles between my legs, his erection pressing against me, and a fresh wave of desire pulses through me.

“Ready for more?” he asks, his voice a husky growl.

“God, yes.”

He smirks, and the tip of his cock presses against my entrance. I lift my hips, eager for him, and he thrusts inside me.

I cry out. The feeling is indescribable. It’s like the first time all over again, only better. So much better.

He moves, and every nerve in my body sings. Each stroke is exquisite, and the pressure builds. I wrap my legs around his waist, and the angle changes, driving him deeper. I’m lost, and all I can do is feel. His lips find mine, and our tongues tangle. We’re a mess of limbs and sweat and pleasure, and I can’t tell where one of us ends and the other begins.

My pussy tightens around him, and he groans. “Fuck, Jade, I’m not going to last much longer.”

“Don’t stop,” I plead, clinging to him.

He picks up the pace, and the room is filled with the sound of our bodies moving together. We’re a symphony, a masterpiece, and the crescendo is coming.

I’m close, and I can tell he is, too. His thrusts are wilder, more erratic, and his breathing is ragged. He grips my hip, pulling me against him, and the angle is just right. He drives into me, hitting the spot that makes me see stars, and I meet him, thrust for thrust.

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