Page 56 of Tempted By the Alpha Outlaw

“Get them,” he says, and his voice is more tense than it was before. I glance over my shoulder to see that he’s barely holding it together.

I could make him fuck me without them. Some wild part of me wants to do just that.

But I scramble for the condoms, finding them tucked away exactly where I left them, pulling out more than one for the night to come. I turn around in a hurry and try to open the packet, but my hands are shaking so bad I can’t do it.

Colt chuckles, taking the packet from my trembling fingers. He rips it open with his teeth, pulling the condom out. The sight of him rolling it onto his impressive length has my heart racing, the anticipation building within me. He pulls me with him as he lies back, guiding me to straddle him.

“You’re gonna take the lead this first time,” he murmurs, taking my hips in his hands. I kneel over him, reach down—grasp his cock to align him with my entrance. We both moan as his tip catches on my pussy, pressing inside just a little. “Fuck…take your time, sugar, but…fuck, I need you.”

I lean in, pressing my palms against his broad chest, the muscles there rippling under my touch. I can't help but let out a small gasp as I lower myself onto him, inch by agonizing inch.

His cock stretches me deliciously, filling me in a way I've never experienced before and it's so, so good.

My breath hitches as I finally sink down to his knot, his thick cock fully sheathed within me. His hands on my hips tighten their grip as his head falls back against the blankets, a low groan escaping his lips.

"God...Magnolia," he rasps out, his voice strangled with desire. His eyes meet mine and they’re somehow both darker and brighter than ever before—pitch black pupils blown out in the center of turquoise irises.

"Feels...so fucking good," he growls, his voice low and husky. His hands move from my hips to my breasts, his palms hot against my flushed skin. He teases my nipples into hard peaks, pinching and rolling them between his fingers in a way that sends sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

I whimper at the sensations, my hands clutching at his chest, nails digging into his skin. I can feel him twitch inside me, the sensation making me gasp. I start to move, rising and falling on him in a slow rhythm that has us both moaning.

"Fuck...you're so tight," he groans, his eyes locked with mine. His gaze is so intense it feels like he's looking directly into my soul. "You feel incredible, Magnolia."

I can't help the whimper that escapes me at his words, the way he looks at me making me feel beautiful and desired in a way I've never felt before. It sparks something deep inside me, a primal need to be claimed by him, to have him mark me as his and his alone. I increase my pace, drawing a strangled groan from him.

"God, yes...just like that," he encourages, his hands guiding my hips in an ever-increasing rhythm. "You're doing so well, beautiful."

His praise spurs me on, urging me to move faster, harder. The pleasure builds within me again, a delicious tension that threatens to consume me. My body clenches around him in response and he lets out a low growl of approval.

"That's it...come for me," he says, his voice rough and strained. His thumb brushes over my clit in the exact right way and I can't hold back any longer.

I shatter around him with a cry, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm.

I’m still in the midst of it when Colt takes me in his arms, and then he’s rolling us over, getting on top.

"I've got you," he murmurs, his voice echoing through the haze of my pleasure. He kisses me, slow and deep, as he starts to move again. His pace is relentless now, his thrusts driving deeper and harder inside me. The sensation is overwhelming, every nerve ending in my body alight with pleasure.

"Colt," I gasp out, my fingers digging into the hard muscles of his back. He grunts in response, his lips finding the sensitive spot on my neck. He bites down, a primal mark that sends another wave of desire coursing through me, mine, mine, mine… “Knot me, please!”

“You’re not ready,” he rasps, though I can tell he’s on the brink of giving in. I claw at his back, teeth grazing his throat.

“Please Colt, please,” I beg, plead—and I don’t know what comes over me when I say, “Knot me, mate.”

That undoes him completely. Colt shudders, a guttural growl rumbling in his chest as he slams into me one final time. His knot swells at his base, locking us together as he spills himself into the condom. The sensation is intense, overwhelming, and I cry out with the sheer pleasure of it. His cock pulsates within me, and I wish…

…I wish he was filling me.

Biting me, marking me, mating me.

His head drops to my shoulder, hot breaths panting against my skin. His hips roll in an aftershock, and I whine, desperate to have him fuck me again.

"Give me a second, sugar,” he chuckles. “You took it all out of me.”

I feel his lips press against my shoulder, kissing the skin there lightly before lifting his head to look at me. His eyes are softer now, filled with a warmth that makes my heart flutter in my chest. He strokes away the damp hair from my forehead, his fingers trailing against my skin in a tender caress. "You okay?"

"More than okay," I let out a breathless laugh, feeling more sated and content than I've ever been. My hands slide up his back, pulling him closer to me as I wrap my legs around his waist. His knot keeps us locked together, and it's strangely intimate and satisfying.

"Good," he murmurs with a soft smile tugging at his lips. He leans in to capture my mouth with his, kissing me slowly and deeply. His fingers trail down my sides. "You did so well," he whispers, planting soft kisses on my neck. The praise makes me blush even further.

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