Page 101 of Perfect Alpha

“That’s how my cock feels,” he hisses. “I could feel the cum in the head of my dick, and you stopped right when I was about to bust. You know exactly how to touch me, and you need to apologize for not giving me what I crave.”

“No,” I cry defiantly. “You sound fucking hot when you need to come, and I’d do it again.”

“Then so will I,” Cade promises, his fingers back inside me while he works me into a frenzy. “Mmm, your cunt is so creamy for me. You want it so bad, don’t you, Victory? Maybe I’ll make you beg.”

Desperate to hide that I’m about to shatter, but knowing it’s impossible with a man who knows everything about my body, I’m repeating his name like an oath when he stops again.

“Please,” I gasp. “I’m sorry. Cade, please, please, please. I need you.” He releases me, and I try to scramble between his legs. “I’ll make you come right now. I’m sorry.”

He throws me back and pins my legs down with his, reaching forward to circle my clit with his calloused thumb.

“You want to buck, don’t you?” he asks. “Those legs are always so restless, and you try to move away from me to control how much you feel. Don’t forget, angel. I’m the one in control in this relationship.”

He’s right, and despite how hard I try to move my legs, I can’t. I’m also helpless to tilt my hips, completely immobile under his touch. With two fingers working magic inside me and his thumb adding kindling to the fire, I’m so fucking close again.

His cock is swollen and engorged, the veins bulging as pre-cum drips down his length.

“You aresohard,” I moan. “Please fuck me. Oh, God. I have never wanted anything more than I want you right now.”

“Stroke my cock for me,” he orders.

I immediately wrap my fist around him so I can firmly and steadily work the top few inches where he’s aching, making my fist vibrate on his most sensitive spots.

He groans, and it echoes in my clit. “Tease the head with your thumb when you’re at the top. Oh,yeah, just like that.”

His cock is hard as stone, and I could easily wrap three fists along his length. When I squeeze him, my fingers don’t touch, and I’m moaning from how badly I want him inside me. I’m about to break into a million pieces when he stops again.

“Fuck you!” I scream, angry and frustrated tears brimming my eyes. “You’resuchan asshole.”

He chuckles and moves up my body to straddle my chest. “Be gentle,” he warns when he rests his balls on my lips.

I’d never hurt him, so of course I comply, gently licking him all over and then sucking on his balls one at a time, keeping my pressure soft while my tongue caresses him.

He’s slowly stroking his cock, and the sight of his roped forearm working his dick is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

When he tilts his head back on a long groan, I correct myself becausethatview is much sexier. My clit aches so fiercely I could cry, the air sizzling around us.

He squeezes the tip of his dick to coax out a steady flow of pre-cum, and then rubs it across my lips, which I eagerly lick off. Thrusting in my mouth, he groans when I suck on the head, and I love the salty taste of him filling my mouth.

Looking right into his eyes, I gently bite his swollen crown and he growls.

“I’ll make you apologize for that,” he warns.

I do it again, harder, and he jerks, moaning long and loud when I lick from root to tip in order to take the ache away.

“You love it,” I counter.

“I loveyou,” he vows, and tears fill my eyes because I’ve wanted this poignant moment so badly and for so long.

He sits on the bed, pulling me onto his lap with my back to his chest and my feet planted on either side of his thighs. Guiding his cock inside me, I moan while he stretches me to the limit, grabbing my hips to pull me to the hilt.

Cade’s lips are on my neck, and one hand cups my breasts while the knuckles on his free hand grind against my clit. He’s murmuring everything I want to hear while I bounce on his cock, letting him soothe the empty ache inside me.

“There’s nothing I love more than being balls deep inside my girl. I’m not letting you get away this time, Victory. I love you, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life fucking you exactly how we both need it.”

“Cade,” I gasp, reaching between us to cup his balls, still wet from my mouth.

I stroke them with my fingertips in the specific way that makes him whimper. He groans when my thumb moves underneath them and pushes into his throbbing prostate from the outside.

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