Page 5 of Mafia Heir's Alpha
He stopped at the elevator and pressed the up arrow. “You got a name? I’m going to need it later.”
“Orlando,” I said, giving it away too easily. “Um, people call me Ori.”
“Ori.” He repeated the nickname as if testing it out in his mouth. “That’s cute. I’m Rosco.”
“Good to meet you, Rosco.” I looked up at him through my lashes and hoped I wasn’t coming across as too desperate, even though that was exactly how I felt. “What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?”
He scoffed as the doors opened and we walked inside. “Work. What about you?”
I stayed glued to his side as the doors closed and we began moving up to the fifth floor. “Boredom, I guess. Maybe curiosity.”
“Dangerous combo.” He gave me a slight squeeze as he pulled me closer to him. We were the only ones in the elevator, but with how close I was to him, you would think it was packed full. “But I like a little danger.”
Once we were in my room, I excused myself to the bathroom to brush my teeth and check my hair. It was the best I could do. When I came back out, Rosco was leaning against the dresser with his arms crossed over his broad chest.
He looked hungry, in every sense of the word.
He crooked a finger at me. “How old are you, kid?”
“Twenty-two.” That was a lie, but so was just about everything else I planned to tell him, so I didn’t feel any guilt. I was legal age, which was what mattered. Every step I took toward him sent a ripple of anticipation down my spine. I didn’t have to fake the flush in my cheeks or the low ache in my belly. And the slick seeping out of my ass couldn’t be faked if I tried. “What about you?”
“Old enough.” As soon as I was close enough, he pulled me flush with his body and kissed me. It was soft at first, as if he was giving me a chance to back away. When I didn’t resist, he came at me harder and faster, mouthing me like he wanted to inhale me into him.
Breathless, I collapsed against him and let my hands explore the firm muscles covered by a thin piece of fabric. Thin or not, it had to go. My fingers walked down to the hem of his shirt and I yanked it up, whining when I couldn’t get it off him.
Rosco softly chuckled against my mouth before pulling back. “You sure about this? I’m not gonna go easy on you, kid.”
I gulped and reached for my own zipper. “Stop calling me kid. I’m sure you don’t need to be easy on me.” That was another lie. I’d never actually had sex before, so easy sounded kinda nice, but I was so fucking turned on by the man that I was ready for anything he was ready to give. “Take me, alpha.”
“Fuck.” He yanked his shirt off. He took a moment to remove his shoulder holster, placing it and his gun on the top of the dresser. Then he came for me again, kissing me with more enthusiasm as he pushed my jeans down and then backed me onto the bed. Within seconds, I was face down on the mattress and he was dragging my shirt up my back with his teeth as his scruffy jaw left a trail of goosebumps on my sensitive skin. “You’re so wet for me, omega.”
I’d never been so turned on, and I couldn’t control the slick pouring out of me. My whole body was buzzing for this alpha to push his fat cock inside me, press me into the mattress and fuck me like I was the last omega on earth. “I need you, Rosco.”
“I’ve got you.” His kisses continued up my spine as he pushed my shirt up and off me. Every touch felt punishing and possessive as he melted against me. The man was all muscle and had at least fifty pounds on me, but I loved the feel of his weight fully surrounding me.
He made me feel protected and wanted and so grateful he was gonna be my first. Even if I had ulterior motives, at least this experience was as close to genuine as I could get.
Rosco moved fast from there, not wasting any time with sweet talk or ceremony. He wanted to conquer me, and I wanted to be conquered.
His kisses moved down from my neck and shoulders until he was pulling my ass cheeks apart and licking up my slick. The low sounds he made in his throat made me gasp and squirm because I was sure I’d spontaneously combust from the need to feel him inside me.
“Please…”
A moment later, he pushed my thighs apart and shoved a thick pillow under my hips to give him the perfect angle. I took the hint and spread my legs wider so I was braced in place and ready for his entry. My mind knew there would be pain, but I wasn’t afraid.
I was ready for it. I wanted it. So badly.
My fingers curled around the comforter, and I arched my back, pushing my ass toward him so there was no confusion about my interest.
Rosco’s heavy cock slapped against my crack, teasing me as he palmed my ass with those strong hands. “Let me loosen you up.”
I held my breath as he pressed his fingers against my opening and waited for the pain that never came. Instead of feeling like I was being split apart, my body seemed to fully relax and welcome him in, like I was made just for him. At least a few fingers slid in a few times without resistance before he leaned over me and pressed the fat head of his cock against my hole.
He didn’t wait for an invitation before pushing into me. His large cock stretched me more thoroughly than his fingers, and there was a momentary discomfortthat couldn’t quite be described as pain so much as fullness. But when he was fully seated in me and his balls were snug against my skin, I took a deep breath and everything felt good. No discomfort. No pain. Just…contentment. Peace. Pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” His growly voice was right by my ear and vibrated through me.
I moaned as he started to move, slowly at first and then faster.
