Page 59 of Tempted By the Alpha Outlaw

“Let me…” she murmurs.

I step back slightly to let her. Her fingers are shaky but determined as she unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down. Her delicate fingers close around my shaft and I buck into her hand, growling.

She strokes me slowly, her touch teasing and exploring, driving me to the brink of insanity. I’m so hard for her it hurts, my cock throbbing in her hand. I watch as she bites her lip, her gaze focused on my length. Her eyes are dark with desire.

“Magnolia,” I rasp, leaning in to bury my face in her hair. She shudders with satisfaction at what she’s doing to me, her fingers tightening around my cock. I groan out her name, my hands finding her hips again as she continues to drive me mad with her touch.

“I love your cock,” she blurts out—and I open my eyes to see her eyes wide as she realizes what she just said. I let out a low, hoarse laugh, my breath tickling her ear.

"All for you, sugar," I grunt, my hands sliding underneath her shirt to cup her breasts. She gasps at the contact, her fingers faltering on me momentarily. She arches, trying to guide my cock to her entrance. My head is spinning, I know this is a huge mistake, I can scent that she’s fertile and I’m a goddamn asshole for not putting a stop to this…

But she's pulling me closer, her fingers digging into my back, and all rational thought vanishes. My wolf is howling in agreement as I line up my cock with her entrance.

"Is this what you want, sugar?" I growl, my voice husky.

She swallows hard, eyes wide and bottom lip caught between her teeth. She nods, looking so damn beautiful that it hurts to look at her. "Yes," she whispers.

I thrust into her with a single, powerful stroke, burying myself deep inside her warmth. She gasps, her walls clenching around me as I fill her all the way up to my knot.

"Fuck," I hiss, my fingers digging into her hips. She's so tight around me, so perfect. And being inside her bare, feeling how wet she is, knowing I could come inside her, mark her…

Her hands clutch at my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. She’s panting, eyes squeezed shut as she adjusts to me. I wait for her, giving her control. When she opens her eyes and looks up at me, there’s a fierce determination in her gaze.

“Move,” she commands, and it's all the permission I need.

I start slow, thrusting in and out of her tight heat. Her breath hitches with each thrust, soft mewls of pleasure escaping her lips. The sight of her beneath me, flushed and writhing with pleasure, is enough to nearly send me over the edge.

But this isn’t about me. It’s about her.

I want to make this good for her. Perfect.

Reaching down, I thumb at her sensitive clit while maintaining my rhythm. Her back arches off the table, a sharp cry leaving her lips as pleasure ripples through her body.

“Colt…” she moans, her voice trembling as she clings to me. I can feel her body tighten around me, feel the heat of her pulsing against my fingers. I keep my pace, steady and relentless, driving her towards the edge with every movement.

"Magnolia," I growl in response, my voice thick with lust. "You're so fucking tight, so wet..."

Her eyes open, her lashes heavy and dark. She's so damn beautiful like this—lost in pleasure, lost in me, wearing my goddamn t-shirt and practically begging me to knock her up.

"Harder," she begs, her voice a breathy whisper against my ear. Her nails dig into my back, pushing me further into her.

I oblige her request, my thrusts quickening, each one harder and deeper than the last. This is torture and ecstasy combined in one exquisite moment; the sight of Magnolia beneath me, undone by my touch, drives me wild.

She gasps with each thrust now, the sweet sound echoing through the silent room. She pulls me closer, wrapping her legs around my waist to take me even deeper. All I can see, all I can focus on is Magnolia—her flushed face, her parted lips, the way her body moves with mine. Her hands are tangled in my hair, pulling me down for an open-mouthed kiss that’s all teeth and tongues and desperation.

I groan against her lips, the sound muffled by her mouth. But she hears it; she feels it. I can tell by the way her walls tighten around me, gripping me tightly as if she never wants to let go. Her pussy sucks at my cock like it’s going to drag my knot in by force—and maybe it will.

"Colt," she gasps, her voice shaky and breathless. "I'm...I'm..."

"You're gonna come for me again, sugar," I murmur against her ear. I can feel her trembling beneath me, feel her body coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust. My thumb rubs over her clit again and she cries out, a sharp sound piercing the air as pleasure overtakes her. The feeling of her climaxing, clenching around my cock like a vice, sends me spiraling towards my own release.

I can't help the animalistic growl that rises from my chest, echoing through the room as I thrust harder, faster. I can see the pure ecstasy on her face, her eyes squeezed shut and mouth open in a silent scream. Her nails dig into my back, leaving marks that I'm sure will become scars. It doesn't matter. Everything for her.

Her body begins to shake beneath me, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave. It's beautiful—she's beautiful—and I can barely breathe.

"Colt," she gasps again, her voice barely a whisper now. She clings to me, her fingers digging into my skin as she rides out her orgasm. She gets closer, arms holding me tight, her tongue dragging over my pulse.

And then she does something I don’t expect—something she can’t take back—and it changes everything.

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