Page 51 of Bully Alpha's Pregnant Mate

He pulls my shirt over my head, and his hands move to the button of my slacks, making quick work of the zipper. As he slides them down, his gaze never leaves mine. The heat in his eyes is overwhelming.

Alec backs me up until my knees hit the back of the couch. Then he spins me around, laying a hand on the center of my back and bending me forward until I’m supporting myself on the cushions. He drags his index finger down my spine, and then his hand comes down in a light slap against the flesh of my ass.

I gasp and then let out a low groan.

“Fuck,” he growls, running his fingers along the seam of my panties. “You’re so wet. Do you want me to fuck you, Isadora?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Good girl,” he purrs. “Now stay there. Don’t move.”

He trails his fingers lightly over my pussy, and I can feel the wetness coating his fingertips. “Look at you,” he whispers. “You’re practically dripping.”

I feel him tug my panties to the side, and a moment later, his tongue laps a long, slow stroke over my slit. I gasp and thenbite down on my lower lip, stifling a moan. He groans, and the vibration makes my legs weak.

“You taste so good,” he murmurs. “So sweet.”

His tongue continues its exploration, licking and probing. Soon, I’m trembling, clutching the couch cushions. When he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, stars dance behind my eyelids. I cry out, and then his tongue dips into me, plunging deep, and I buck my hips, pressing against his face. He lets out a grunt of approval and continues, his tongue moving faster, driving me toward the edge.

I’m panting, sweat beading on my brow, when his fingers slide between my thighs, circling and teasing my entrance. I cry out, desperate for more.

“Tell me,” he orders.

“Please,” I pant.

“What was that?”

“Please, Alec,” I beg.

“You want more?”

“Yes,” I whine.

“How badly?”

“So bad.”

“I don’t think you want it badly enough,” he growls.

“No, please, please, I need—”

“You need what, Isadora?”

“Fuck…”

“Tell me what you want,” he demands.

“Your cock.”

“My what?”

“I want your cock, please,” I whimper.

He chuckles, and the sound is dark and delicious. “Well, since you asked so nicely,” he murmurs.

There’s a pause, and then, finally, I feel his thick head at my entrance. He presses forward slowly, allowing my body time to adjust.

“Oh, fuck,” I whisper.

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