Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,16

again and again, and each time I was pressed into the carpet, pleasure spiked. Built. He grunted. “God, you feel good,” he said, his breathing getting ragged as he pulled back and thrust forward again.

My sight was dotted with stars, and it was all I could do to gasp for breath.

I’d spent years imagining what it would be like to be fucked by this man, and everything I’d imagined, everything I’d wanted, couldn’t hold a candle to the real thing.

He grabbed my hips and yanked me upwards, so that I was rolled back on my shoulders and my hips were at a new angle as he slid my ankles over his shoulder.

As he thrust into me again, I gasped. His cock hit even deeper, now, spiking a wave of pleasure I didn’t know was possible.

I dropped my hands, burying them in the carpet and gripping the floor, trying to hold myself together. Trying to calm the wave threatening to crash over me.

“You feel so fucking good,” he said, his voice hardly more than a grunt as he continued to plunge in and out, his skin flushed, his eyes an ever-deepening pool of molten heat.

He finally let go my other hand, leaning forward. My ankles were still looked over his shoulders, so it nearly bent me in half, but somehow felt even better, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh god,” he said, his mouth turning desperate against my neck, biting and sucking and swirling, his mouth and his rhythm growing faster, more aggressive.

I raked my fingers across his back as a wave of heat pulsed and grew. My cries got louder, my moans growing desperate.

“I’m going to come,” he said, his hips bucking wildly against me as one hand buried into my hair, twisting around his fist.

I found my wave as he bucked hard against me. His long, thick cock throbbed inside me just as I gasped out, my own pleasure washing over me.

It lasted for what seemed like an eternity, a throbbing, crashing pleasure as he collapsed on me, sweaty and hot.

Silence won out, the only sounds that of my pulse throbbing in my ears, and his steady, quiet breathing. I closed my eyes, wanting to sink into the carpet, so blissful I could almost fall asleep. I wasn’t sure how long we lay like that, me so out of focus I’d practically forgotten my own name.

Finally, he shifted, his cock slipping out of me. And like that I was awake again, mourning the loss of him.

“My god that was good,” he murmured against my neck, kissing me softly.

“Mmhmmm,” I said, still too relaxed to want to move.

He lay against me, wrapping me up against him as he reached for a blanket behind him, half-slung across the couch. He slid it over my body, wrapping me up against him.

“We’re going to need to move, eventually,” he said, but his voice was so relaxed, so totally at peace, I didn’t even shift an inch.

I was laying on my back, with his leg slung over mine. His arm crossed my body, and his still erect cock pressed into my hip.

“We’ll move after round two,” I finally said.

His cock throbbed against me in response.

Chapter 5

Dawn light filtered through the trees outside of Landon’s enormous bedroom window, and I burrowed further into the red silk sheets. It couldn’t be dawn. Not yet.

Landon’s arm lay heavy across my waist, snaking upward so his hand brushed one breast. I tried to ignore the prick of arousal as I realized it, tried not to squirm my ass up against him.

His breath was hot on my neck, his skin warm against my backside. We hadn’t dressed last night. I’m not even sure when we fell asleep. At some point we’d scooped our clothing off the floor and ascended to the second floor. I’d wrapped a soft cashmere blanket around my shoulders and it had trailed after me like a royal robe.

Something jingled in the background, and it took me several long moments to realize it was his phone, on the nightstand. His ring tone was surprisingly elegant, something classical.

He groaned softly under his breath, and then turned away from me, and I mourned the loss of his warmth immediately.

His fingers slid across his nightstand, and then his phone was in his hand, pressed up against his ear.

“Yes?”

His voice was crisp, clear, nothing like the man of last night. For a moment, I could picture him in a boardroom commanding a dozen men to do his bidding.

“I’ll