Page 46 of The Denver Alpha

The corner of her mouth ticks up in smug satisfaction as she clocks my reaction. Then she reaches behind her back, unfastening her bra. My gaze zeroes in on her chest as she shrugs the straps off her shoulders and peels it away, dangling it from a finger teasingly before dropping it to the floor.

Her tits are fucking gorgeous. Not that I expected any less, but to finally see them exposed…goddamn, I can hardly take it. Especially when she tucks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her hips and kicking them away.

My heart races, my dick punching against my zipper.

Keep it the fuck together, Cole.

I swear she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. If the little smirk on her lips wasn’t a dead giveaway, the mischief in her eyes would betray her game. I need to take back the upper hand here, and fast.

“Bend over the desk,” I instruct, nodding toward it.

She sucks in a little breath, tossing a nervous glance in that direction before darting her gaze back to me, like she’s trying to discern whether or not I’m serious.

I fold my arms over my chest, patiently waiting for her to comply.

Juliet’s cheeks flush pink as she turns and walks toward the desk, looking back at me over her shoulder once she reaches it. Then, slowly, she bends forward, placing her palms on either side of her and lowering her body down until her belly and tits are flush with the glass surface, her peachy little ass sticking up in invitation. I sink my teeth into my lower lip to stifle a groan, reaching down to shamelessly adjust my dick in my pants before crossing the room to join her.

She tosses her hair back as I approach from behind, arching her back and glancing up at me over her shoulder. “Are you going to fuck me now?”

I stutter a step.

There’s something about the way she asks- a little waver in her voice, how it comes out almost meek- that gives me pause. She’s apprehensive. Unsure. Almost…innocent.

I’d assumed that Juliet had indulged in her fair share of hookups in the past, considering the way she carries herself, but it’s possible that she isn’t as experienced as she makes herself out to be. The thought of that is sobering enough to make me get a grip on myself and rein it in, at least until I can find out for sure. In the meantime… well, there are plenty of other things we can do. As much as I want to feel her wrapped around me, I can be patient. Calculated. Controlled.

Those things are my goddamn specialty.

I tsk, shaking my head as I reach out a hand to stroke down the curve of her spine. “No, Juliet,” I murmur, sliding my palm down to cup her ass cheek and squeezing hard. I release it, drawing my hand back and landing a hard swat on her ass, eliciting a sharp yelp of surprise from her throat. A pink handprint blooms on her flesh and I cover it with my hand, rubbing out the sting as I lean down over her, mouth hovering beside her ear. “Only good girls get fucked.”

I feel a shiver run through her body and I grin to myself in satisfaction, thrusting my hips forward and grinding against her. Then I peel my body away from hers, stepping back and raising a hand, winding up and landing another hard slap on her ass.

“Bad girls get spanked,” I grumble, rubbing away the sting before landing another blow. Juliet cries out and writhes against the desk, the growing scent of her arousal unmistakable. I dip a finger down between her legs to find her drenched, groaning to myself as I rub it back and forth along her slit. “So fucking wet for me,” I rasp, nudging her thighs apart with a knee to allow myself better access. Juliet gasps as I thrust a digit inside her tight pussy without warning, pumping it in and out a few times. “Is this why you’re always acting up? Because you like being punished?”

Juliet moans in response, pushing back against my hand as I continue fucking her with my finger. Her body is so responsive to every touch, every slap, every caress. It’s driving me fucking wild, and even though this is supposed to be a punishment, I’m beginning to wonder who’s really suffering here. The effort it’s taking for me to hold back is goddamn excruciating.

The least I can do is indulge in a taste.

I ease my finger out of Juliet’s tight pussy, delivering another sharp swat to her ass before dropping to my knees behind her. Then I grip her cheeks and spread her wide, replacing my finger with my tongue.

She cries out, bucking against the desk, but I don’t relent. I swirl my tongue around her opening, lapping up her honey, then move to her clit, sucking and nibbling the sensitive bundle of nerves until she’s a trembling, panting mess, practically weeping for relief.

“Cole! Oh my god, Cole, don’t stop!” she screams, slapping her hands down onto the glass surface of the desk over and over again as her legs quiver against my ears.

Funny how she suddenly remembers to call me by my proper name when I’m between her thighs.

And like the asshole I am, I do the opposite of what she tells me, pulling away as she begs me to keep going.

“You wanna come, Juliet?” I tease, darting my tongue out to flick her clit.

Her body jerks. “Yes!”

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me from here on out?”

“Oh god, yes! Please, Cole!”

A shiver of satisfaction runs through me and I dive back in, pulling another desperate scream from Juliet’s throat as I suction my lips around her clit. It doesn’t take long- two minutes, tops- until she’s falling apart, thighs shaking as she finds her release and rides it out against my face. I greedily lap up every drop, indulging in her sweet nectar like it’s a drug I’ll never get enough of.

I rarely eat pussy, but I could dine on Juliet’s for every fucking meal.

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