Page 55 of Tempted By the Alpha Outlaw

“Have you touched yourself before?” he asks, continuing to touch me. “I need to know, Magnolia.”

I nod, words turning out to be too hard right now.

“And have you put your fingers inside you?”

“Yes,” I bite out. “Thinking…thinking about you—ah!”

At just those three words, he slides two fingers inside me, thumb never letting up on my clit.

"Fuck," he grunts at my admission, “you fingered yourself and thought about me?”

I nod, biting my lip so hard it hurts as his fingers curl within me. My eyes roll back at the sensation, a strangled cry escaping from my throat. His fingers are unrelenting, pumping in and out of me in a rhythm that matches the rapid beating of my heart.

“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?” he teases, his voice filled with primal, possessive satisfaction. “Pictured me inside you, touching you like this.” His fingers curl deeper and find that spot and I gasp, my back arching off the blanket. The pressure building inside of me is too much to bear and I clench around his fingers, whimpering his name.

“I…Colt!” I cry out, my voice echoing off the ceiling. He doesn’t stop—just keeps going, thumb circling that sensitive bundle of nerves as he stretches me with his fingers. The pleasure is overwhelming,

"Well then," he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to the inside of my thigh. His thumb speeds up its ministrations on my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through me that have me writhing beneath him. "Let's give you something to remember."

Colt replaces his fingers with his mouth, his tongue tracing a warm, wet path along the inside of my thigh, moving higher, closer to where I want him most. "Relax," he whispers, his breath causing me to shiver. He moves lower, spreading me open with his hands before teasing me with the flat of his tongue.

The sensation is unlike anything I've ever felt, sending waves of pleasure rippling through me. His mouth is hot and wet against me, tongue swirling around my clit with an expertise that has me writhing beneath him.

"Colt," I gasp again, fingers tangling in his hair. He hums against me, the vibration sending another rush of pleasure coursing through me. Then he slips two fingers back inside me, tongue never ceasing in its movements. My hips buck against his touch, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable intensity.

His name comes out as a strangled cry as I tumble over the edge. My vision whites out; all I can feel is the intense pleasure radiating from my core, spreading out in all directions, making my entire body tremble. I clutch at Colt's hair, pulling him even closer as my hips rise off the blankets The sensation of his tongue and fingers working in tandem is too much; it’s an explosion of pleasure that makes me see stars.

"God, Magnolia," he gasps, voice husky with desire as he pulls back to look at me. His eyes are dark and filled with raw hunger. "You're so damn beautiful when you come."

My body is still shaking from the aftershocks of my orgasm when he starts to kiss his way back up my body. His lips trace a burning path up my stomach, over my breasts, until he reaches my mouth again.

His kisses are slow and deep, a stark contrast to the frenzied pace of before. He takes his time exploring every inch of my mouth, his tongue curling around mine. I taste myself for the first time…and the flavor of my arousal mingled with his is almost too much to bear.

It’s too right.

Preternaturally right.

But I don’t have time to think about that right now, because he’s settled between my legs, and there’s only a pair of boxers between us, thin fabric stopping his hard cock from pressing inside my soaking entrance.

"Are you ready, beautiful?" He murmurs against my lips, his voice husky and low. His fingers trace the curve of my thigh, moving upwards until they touch the wetness between my legs. The contact makes me gasp, a sound that he swallows with a deep kiss.

"Yes," I whisper, meeting his gaze. His pupils are dilated, dark with desire. He looks at me like he's never seen anything more beautiful, more precious.

He smiles at my response, and it’s wicked and wild, making my heart skip a beat. "Good," he says, pressing another quick kiss to my lips before moving away to shed the last piece of clothing separating us.

The sight of him bare and hard takes my breath away. He's magnificent, every inch of him chiseled and toned. And below the belt…oh, oh, it’s so good. Thick, hard, his knot swollen for me. He takes himself in hand and strokes up and down, groaning, and I watch as precum beads at his tip.

I swallow hard, reaching out to touch him. My fingers wrap around his girth, and he groans again, his eyes closing as he leans into my touch. The feel of him is amazing—so hard yet so soft at the same time. I can't help but stroke him, my hand moving in sync with his.

"All for you, beautiful," he murmurs, meeting my gaze again. He captures my lips with his own, pulling me closer until I can feel the heat of his body against mine. Skin to skin, it’s better than ever, better than anything. “Now…you need to get those condoms right fucking now or I’ll be tempted to fuck you raw.”

The idea makes my heart skip a beat—I don’t think I’d mind that, I don’t think I’d mind it at all—but my responsibility gets the better of me. I pull away from him and lunge for my bag, on all fours now, reaching for the condoms?—

His hands find my hips, his cock sliding against my pussy from behind. Oh fuck…

“Just…a taste,” he grits out, not entering me but continuing to thrust his hips. “This is just one of the ways I’m gonna fuck you tonight, sugar.”

“Just do it,” I breathe, forgetting about the condoms.

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