Page 72 of Best Friends
“Don’t even think about fighting me, baby.” As he speaks, he pulls my arms behind my back. “You can’t stop me. This is going to happen.”
“Please. Please.”His grip is almost painful, but that just excites me more.
“I’m going to fuck you and there’s nothing you can do to stop me,” he rumbles.
“Yeah, I’m at your mercy.” I groan, trying to pull my arms free, excitement sparking through me when he won’t let me.
“Ah, ah, ah. You’re not going anywhere until I’m through with you.” He lines up his cock, the thick head pressing against my entrance, and I brace my shoulder against the wall, my heart pounding in my chest. “Tell me what you want,” he demands, his voice low and dangerous. “I want to hear you beg for it.”
“Please Malcolm,” I plead, my body trembling with need. “Use me. I want it hard and rough. Don’t be gentle. Make me submit.”
“Fuck, yeah.” He thrusts into me, and I give a low, guttural cry, the stretch burning in the best fucking way. My body clings to him, desperate for more, and he sets a brutal pace, fucking me like he’s been starving for it.
I whimper and shudder, face pressed to the shower wall. He’s so hard and thick, pounding into me mercilessly. But I asked for this. I wanted this. I want my alpha to use me and force me to submit to him. Sex is the only time I love it when he controls me.
“Is this what you need, baby?” He groans, his fingers digging into my wrists. “Me fucking you deep and hard because it’s whatIwant?”
“Yes,” I moan. “Use me.” My arms ache from the awkward angle, but I like the sensation of helplessness. I like the fantasy that even if I wanted him to stop, he wouldn’t. He’d just keep taking and taking what he needs, no matter how hard I fight him, because he can. Because he’s my alpha.
“You love my alpha cock inside you, don’t you?” he mumbles.
“Best feeling in the world,” I whimper. “Being fucked by a man.” The water runs over us, mixing with sweat and slick, and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the bathroom.
He pants. “Shit. It’s so good with you.”
“Harder,” I beg, my voice breaking. “Fuck me harder, Malcolm. I need it.”
He obliges, slamming into me with enough force to make me cry out, the pleasure overwhelming me completely. “You fucking love a man’s cock in your hole, don’t you, C.?”
“Just your cock, Malc.”
“Promise?” he growls. “You don’t want any other alpha?”
“No. Just you. Just you.” I gasp, my cock throbbing. “Shit, I’m going to come. I’m going to come on your cock.”
“Yeah, you are,” he growls, his thrusts getting rougher and uncoordinated. He’s about to climax too, that’s obvious from his jerky movements. “You’re going to come and there’s nothing you can do about it. It feels too fucking good, right baby?”
“I can’t stop,” I moan. “I’m c… coming.”
“Do it,” he growls, one hand wrapped around my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts, and the other pawing my big stomach. “Come for me, now, C.”
I obey his gruff command and let loose, painting the shower wall with my release. My ass clenches and unclenches around his thrusting cock and he can’t help but climax. His dick jerks, his hot seed spurting deep inside my body. My legs give outand I almost slip down to the floor of the shower. One of his strong arms is around my shoulders and the other clamped just beneath my big stomach. He holds me up, thrusting and growling as he finishes inside my quaking hole.
We’re both gasping for air as we finish, and his cock still twitching inside me, buried deep in my hot core. We lean against the shower wall, still panting for air, and he makes no move to pull out of me right away. Eventually, our breathing returns to normal and he gently slips his cock from my body. I stay in his embrace, his seed dripping out of my hole.
“Was I too rough, baby?” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “You get me so worked up.”
“No. I loved it,” I reply, laughing sheepishly. My body trembles with delicious aftershocks of pleasure. I have no idea why I resent his attempts to control me, unless we’re fucking. During sex, I like his dominant alpha energy. But since we both enjoy the fantasy of him forcing me, why worry about it? More and more I’m learning we don’t need anyone’s permission to be who we are.
His hands are gentle now, supporting my weight as I rest against him. He shuts off the water and helps me from the shower. He wraps me in a soft towel, patting me dry with care. My legs are shaky, and my back is protesting, but I feel more relaxed now.
“I love you,” he whispers, his forehead pressed to mine. “I’m sorry if I’m too controlling when we’re not having sex.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong, Malc,” I whisper, brushing my lips against his. “Most of the time, I love how protective you are. We’re doing fine. The baby will be here soon, and we’ll both be able to relax a little.”
He laughs gruffly. “Not sure about that.”
“I’m not saying it will be a vacation. I just mean you won’t be worried about every move I make because the baby will finally be here.”
