The Care and Feeding of an Alpha Male by Jessica Clare

“I’m here, baby,” he said softly, and she felt his fingers reach between them, felt his thumb go to her clit. Heat throbbed through her with every stroke. Her hips rose to meet his, her movements jerky with the need and tension through her body. And this was the most exquisite kind of torture. Yes, oh God yes, she needed this so badly. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he began to immediately rock into her, hard. Her name was a soft, wondering breath as he pumped into her body, his thrust hard and claiming. She cried out softly when he pushed inside her, slowly, carefully, exquisitely. His hand went to his thick cock and she watched his hand grasp it, move it to her waiting hips, nudge the head of it at the core of her. His fingers slid between her legs, brushing against her clit, sliding through the moisture there. He kissed her breast, hard, in response, and then lifted up.

She locked her legs around him, digging her heels against his hips to try and pull him down. “Beth Ann?” He looked up at her watery sniff. Tears pricked her eyes as he bent over her to gently, reverently kiss her breasts.

He fell over her, and she felt his bare chest press against her breasts, felt his dog tags flutter against her skin. He did, and a moment later, she tossed it aside, and they were both naked together. She shivered, then shimmied into a sitting position. “Mmm,” he said, leaning to press a kiss there. He tugged her panties down a moment later, then smiled at her bare pussy. It felt glorious to touch him again, to feel his hard muscles, damp with sweat, under her fingers. “Missed you,” he said, kissing her through the satin. His hands slid to her panties, and he pressed his mouth to her clit through them, burying his face there. He grinned at her response, and quickly removed her other boot. It shot a bolt of lust straight to her pussy and she gasped at the sensation. He tugged her boot off and gently kissed the arch of her foot. “So beautiful,” Colt murmured, then stood up and took her foot in his hands. She moaned as he continued to rub her, and she felt wet and aching even through the costume. His fingers slid to her star-covered panties, moved between her legs and rubbed just as he gave her another deep kiss. “I don’t care,” she said, tugging his now-naked body down to her.

The Care and Feeding of an Alpha Male by Jessica Clare