Page 54 of Betrayed Alpha Bride

If this keeps up, I’m going to need bigger pants.

“Galen,” Clara whispers.

Some of my control fails, and I get on all fours, crawling towards her. I can feel her lust growing, but I can also see fear in her eyes.

Sitting up a little, I reach out and slip her shoe off her foot, caressing her ankle. The feel of her skin against my fingertips almost breaks me, but I manage to take off both her shoes and put them aside without giving in to my arousal.

When I look up, Clara’s eyes are fixed on me, and she’s breathing hard. Where my fingers lightly stroke her ankles, goosebumps start to rise across her skin, colliding with the arousal pounding between her legs.

“Can I help you with the rest of your clothes?” I ask, trying to keep my voice even. To my surprise, she nods and looks down at the front of her dress.

“I definitely can’t do buttons right now,” she says with a lopsided smile.

I start to move towards her, and I basically have to crawl right on top of her, because the back of the RV only has a thin corridor between the equipment cabinets at the back.

When my face reaches her thighs, I have to stop, taking deep breaths and closing my eyes as I revel in her sweet scent. When she shifts a little, I look up at her, and all I can see in her face is desire.

“Clara, please—”

“Shh,” she whispers. After giving me one last intense look, she lays back on the floor and opens her legs.

A groan of need rips through my throat as I shove the light dress up to her hips. I look hungrily at her pussy. I rub her gently through her panties, and she writhes under me, thrusting her hips into the pressure. I rub harder and feel the panties getting wet from the strength of her arousal.

Clara moans and covers her face, opening her knees even further. I grab the waistband of her panties and pull them down her thighs, leaving them at her knees as I lean forward and slide my tongue between the outer lips of her pussy to lap at her clit.

Moaning, I hold her knees together, keeping her trapped and struggling under me as I punish her clit with my tongue. Clara screams and writhes, trying to get her legs open further, but I hold her still and focus on that one super-sensitive pleasure spot.

When her cries start to sound desperate, I let go of her knees and shove my face down lower, licking deep into her pussy and gripping her thighs. Clara yells as she grabs my hair, yanking on it as her hips buck up and down. As she starts to come, a moan of pure pleasure bursts out of me, and I thrust my tongue inside her to lap up all her sweet juice.

When I finally feel her fingers relax against my scalp, I give one last, long lick all the way up her clit and press it gently between my lips. She shudders and moans, her breath rushing out as her hands cover her face again. I crawl up her body slowly, enjoying her scent. I’m so close, I can almost taste the luscious, warm skin on the other side of the thin cotton dress.

When I reach her face, I look down at her, my excitement heightened by being in such a cramped space with her. I run one hand down her body, gently teasing at the buttons on the front of the dress.

“Clara,” I whisper. “Do you want this?”

I rock my hips towards her so she can feel how hard I am through my pants. She opens her eyes, and with her flushed cheeks, red lips, and pleasure-stunned gaze, she’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.

“Yes, Galen!” she cries. “I want you… I want you inside me right fucking now!”

Her words break something inside me, and need rips through my every muscle. Barely registering what I’m doing, I grab a fistful of fabric from the front of the dress and twist, pulling my arm back. The buttons break, scattering all over the floor as the dress tears open.

I reach down and wrench my own pants down, just enough to free my cock, then thrust forward, desperate to be inside her. Clara opens her legs and puts her arms around me, grabbing my ass to pull me towards her.

As my cock slides into her wet heat, a yell rips from my mouth, pleasure streaking through every inch of me, shocking my every nerve. I close my eyes and brace myself above her, trembling at the intensity of the moment.

When I open my eyes, Clara is watching me, her gaze deep and compassionate. Gold shimmers across her irises, a beacon of her own pleasure and connection to me.

I start to thrust, my movements hindered by the small space. I’m forced to make short, powerful strokes, and even though it’s frustrating to me, Clara goes wild, linking her hands on my back and wrapping her legs around my hips.

Keeping up the short, fast thrusts, I brace my arms over her shoulders, pounding her into the floor. I feel her deepest muscles clenching and spasming, hugging my cock as tension streaks through her. As her climax peaks, she squeezes me with her arms and legs, and then, as the waves of pleasure begin to subside, her whole body goes limp. She barely clings to me, making small, whimpering sounds.

I’m still hard as a rock inside her, and when I move, she murmurs happily, stroking my back with one hand as her pussy clenches around me again. I get up with some difficulty, eventually managing to pick Clara up and move us to the bed.

“Hmm,” she murmurs as she stretches out across the big, soft mattress. “That was amazing.”

I kneel on the bed next to her and run my hand down her chest and belly. Her bra and panties are nowhere to be seen, and I can only assume they were ripped off as my passion overtook my senses.

“Clara,” I whisper. “Do you want more?”

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