Page 89 of Forget Me Not

I grab a fistful of his hair, forcing the pressure of his mouth against my sensitive nub, and when I get what I wanted, I come undone.

The sounds that escape me are feral and unmasked. I make no attempt to silence myself as I all but scream in ecstasy.

“Oh, God, Alaric. I’m gonna come.”

“That’s my girl. Come around my fingers, baby. Make a mess so I can clean you up.”

His voice is a flame that engulfs my entire body. My breath hitches and my toes curl into the mattress as I feel the rising tide of pleasure inside me. I tremble and shake and my eyes roll back as I’m shocked with a million little lightning bolts.

My fingers twist tightly in his hair, using it to calm the urgency inside me so I don’t completely combust.

In one heavy exhale, I release all the pent-up air in my lungs. “Holy shit,” I croak, feeling dizzy and weak.

“That feel good, baby?”

All I can do is nod because my vocal cords feel dried out.

Once I’ve come down completely, I feel the wetness of the mess I made on the bed.

Alaric does exactly what he said and he cleans me up. His tongue drags up and down my inner thigh, taking every last drop of my arousal.

In the blink of an eye, I’m flipped onto my stomach, lying in my own juices. Alaric grabs my hips, then forcefully jerks them up until I’m on my elbows and knees.

I twist my neck to look at him as he clenches his fist around his cock, the veins on his length bulging. He drags the tip between my ass cheeks and growls in a thick and raspy voice. “You want this, baby?”

My body trembles in response and I whisper an affirmative, “Yes.”

He teasingly presses firmly against my entrance without entering, and when I scoot back to try and take him, he slaps his palm hard against my ass cheek, forcing a whimper out of me.

“Tell me you want Daddy’s cock,” he commands, and his authoritative voice sends an electric thrill through my body.

“I want it, Daddy.”

“That’s my girl.” With his calloused hands gripping my hips, he pushes his cock inside me, and I thrust forward, all the air leaving my lungs.

My head lolls to the side and my eyes close as he pummels into me over and over. Gripping the plushness of the comforter with both my hands, I cry out in ecstasy.

He drives into me with intensity, the bed creaking as it bounces and shifts beneath us. I have no doubt everyone in this house can hear us, but I'm too lost in the moment to care.

My body quivers and a rush of heat floods every inch of me. I moan loudly, the sounds of my pleasure echoing off the walls.

Alaric's hands come forward, roaming over my body. He cups my breasts, pinching the bud of my nipple, then returns to digging his fingers deep in my hips.

I bend my back further, rolling myself to his rhythm. Sweat beads and trickles along our connected bodies, and the smell of our arousal coats the air.

Alaric hums through a heady breath and slaps a hand on my ass, halting his movements. I wiggle back, pushing for more, but he holds me still. “Tell me this cunt is mine and no one else's.”

“It’s yours.” I moan in the heat of the moment. What scares me a little is that I believe the words that leave my mouth. I believe he won’t let anyone else have me. And I believe that Alaric Banks isn’t going to leave me. “All yours.”

Pleased with my response, he resumes fucking me. “Damn straight it is.”

Alaric works his dick feverishly inside me, his breath heavy as he grinds out a groan with each lunge.

Tension ripples through my body, filling me with a dire need to release. I find myself clenching my inner walls, clinging to his length as he drives into me.

I cry out in pleasure, breath held, as I come around him. "Oh, God, Alaric."

He lets out a guttural growl, shuddering as he pushes deep in my core before giving me a couple more pulsating thrusts. I can feel his hot seed fill me up so much it nearly drips out, making me feel so full and so sated.

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