Page 5 of In Control

“I’m going to fuck you now … please.”

I can’t help a laugh. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

He nibbles at my throat. The head of his cock nudges at my entrance. “Please,” he tries again, his voice softer with what I could almost believe is a whine.

“Hmmmm.” I slide down onto his waiting cock. In the dark, I can’t see how big he is, but I can feel. He’s big. Very big. The way he stretches me and my entrance causes me to gasp.

“OK?” he pants.

“Yes,” I pant back. “Don’t stop.”

His fingers sink deeper into my arse cheeks and he thrusts further inside me. Stars roll across my closed eyelids and I moan.

“You like that, little one?”

“Yes. Keep going.”

“You’re very tight. Not built to take me, are you?”

“I can.” I inhale and exhale, forcing myself to relax around his sheer size, groaning as he pushes even further.

“Never been with an alpha,” he says.

I want to argue with that damn presumption. I’m no innocent. No shy wallflower. I’ve been with plenty of men and women.

But never an alpha.

With a grunt, he bottoms out, his hips flush against mine.

“Fuck, fuck. You’re tight.”

“Move,” I beg. “Move.”

“You want to be fucked?”

“Please,” I say, feeling desperate, remembering how much he seemed to like that word.

“Shit,” he mutters, and then he’s thrusting into me. His entire body is solid and strong, and he drives all that power into me.

It’s overwhelming. Overwhelmingly good. Like nothing I’ve experienced before.

I’ve fucked hundreds of times before. But I’ve never been fucked like this. The pace is relentless and demanding.

He drives sensations from deep within me that I’ve never experienced before, and, just like before, there’s no polite build up to my orgasm, no coaxing it slowly from my body. He demands it. He rips it from me. Tears it straight through every nerve like I’ve been struck by lightning. All I can do is cling to him, cling and ride every wave of electricity.

“Your cunt feels so good when you come, little one. Flutters around me like it can’t decide what the hell to do.”

“I … I …” I’m lost for words. I can’t find them. They are usually there, right on the tip of my tongue. I’m always ready with a retort, armed with a quick response. Not now. Now there are no proper thoughts left in my mind. I’m all feeling and sensation as he pounds me against the wall.

I’m surprised the damn thing hasn’t collapsed. I’m surprised the entire theatre hasn’t come crashing to the ground. He’s that big. That powerful.

“Can’t knot you,” he pants, his face damp with sweat. “Want to knot you. Want to knot you so bad. Damn it.”

I’m tempted, sorely tempted, to throw caution to the wind and beg him to knot me.

I’ve always been curious. Like every other beta, I’ve wanted to know, to experience, this thing that sends the omegas and alphas crazy. The knotting. Locking his cock inside my cunt and pumping me full of his seed.

But fantasy and curiosity are one thing. A trip to A&E with a rip in my pussy, another.

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