Page 48 of Wild Cub

“Why what, Little Cub?” His eyebrows furrow.

“Why am I a target? I’m just a project manager for a non-profit for fuck sakes. I don’t run into circles like you.”

Alexander moves to take the whiskey bottle from my hands, slowly setting it down out of my reach. “We can talk about that more when you’re sober.”

This time, I don’t fight him. Instead, I twirl the hair falling into his face around my fingers. He’d tied it up into a bun, but I reach around to untie it, letting his hair float around his face. My fingers intertwine with the white blond strands, and I move to kiss him gently. It’s a soft kiss, one that makes you swoon for more.

Alexander guides me into another kiss, this one passionate and starving. He pulls me down off the counter until I’m straddling his lap, and I feel his hands roaming my ass. Before I know it, I’m moaning into his mouth, slowly grinding against him, feeling how hard he is against me. My hands caress his chest, down to the top of his pants. This is my chance, if he’ll let me. My hand slips across the rim of his briefs. Alexander tenses up, possibly a bit shocked.

“Let me take care of you,” I whisper against his lips, practically begging for a taste. “Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” He presses one more kiss to my lips, fumbling to take his shirt off. I slide off his lap, standing back to admire the planes of his stomach, itching to touch him. . He pushes the chair out of the way, leaning against the island as I slowly make my way to my knees. I trail kisses down every inch of his body, feeling his heart beat faster with anticipation. As I venture further, my hands pop open his jeans, pulling him out to my hungry eyes, spreading a bead of pre-cum across his head as I go.

I grip him lightly, feeling every muscle and vein. It’s bigger than I imagined, thicker, and it thrills me. Alexander hasn’t taken his eyes off me, watching every movement. I pull back a moment to get a better look, and he cups my chin.

“What do you want, Little Cub?” he asks, gripping his dick.

I lick my lips. I want a taste. But one word escapes me “You.”

He just smiles down at me, his eyes soft. “You have me, Teresa. Until our roads end.”

His words echo his promises. I see the man that wants to take care of me, wants to continue to see the good in me. He has put up with the chaos in my heart and in my mind. He fights back and puts me in my place, he’s not afraid to be with me. He’s not expecting perfection, but is admiring the brokenness. He does not know the whole story of my past, but at this moment, I know that wouldn’t scare him away. My heart is opening to this man.

I lick him along the length of him, taking my time, giving him a show. I run a circle around his tip, flicking under the sensitive flesh. He lets out a groan, his head tipping back as he sets his hand on my head. My hand grips him at the root, pumping as I suck on his tip. I finally take him all the way down, letting myself become accustomed to his size. I bob my head up and down, my hand following suit, setting on a rhythm of long and slow drags.

“Fuck,” he hisses. I can feel myself growing wetter with each of his groans. He tenses up as I take him deeper, his head hitting the back of my throat. My thighs rub together, desperately trying to get pressure to where I’m throbbing. I moan around him, letting the vibrations surround him.

“Sucking my dick gets you wet, Teresa?” he mumbles between breaths. In response, I fondle his balls as he hits the back of my throat. He bucks off the counter, hands tightening in my hair, desperate for control.

“Teresa, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come before I can bury myself in that weeping pussy.” I ignore him; I wanted to push him, and I’m not stopping now. I can sense he’s close; as I feel him start to thicken, I bob down, pausing as he goes as far as I can take him. As he grunts, I peer up at him with round eyes.

He taps the side of my cheek. “You have five seconds to get your ass on the bed.”

I release him with a loud pop before I sway over to the bed in the back of the garage, leaving him slack jawed behind me. Within seconds, I’m lifted up and tossed onto the bed. Clearly, I wasn’t walking fast enough.

“Clothes off. Now,” he growls. I sit up at the command, slowly peeling off my tank top and bra. My breasts pop free, and he grabs them before I have the chance to get my pants off. Before I can comprehend what’s happening, my nipple is in his mouth, hot and wet, and my back arches off the bed as he gives it a teasing nip.

“So sensitive, are we?” he coos.

“Fucker,” I gasp out.

“Mm, dirty girl.”

I rush to get everything else off, wanting this man to devour me. He pushes me back onto the bed, his hands trailing a soft path to my pussy. I whimper as he ghosts over my folds with his fingers, bringing them to his mouth for a taste.

“Wet and sweet. Just how I like it.” Before I could retort, he slams two fingers inside of me, knocking the breath out of me.

“Please,” I choke out.

“Please what? What do you want?” He pumps his fingers at a slow pace, enough for me to come to my senses.

“Fuck me. Take me,” I demand.

“With my fingers or..” he trails off, adding his thumb to stroke my clit.

“I swear to all things Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Alexander, if you don’t bury yourself in me with your cock soon..” I begin but don’t need to finish as he thrusts into me. I gasp at the sensation, of my pussy deliciously stretching to accommodate him.

“Mm, look how nicely your pussy takes me, like it’s starving for more.

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