Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,194

mouth.

“You like that, baby?” he murmured. when he finally unlatched.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“What do you want?”

“I want to fuck.” He loved when I said those words, loved when he made me talk dirty to him. And I loved it too, loved that he could take control of me, loved that he played my body and used it for his own pleasure.

He took off his shirt, letting his ripped body come into view, and I shivered at his six pack, his chiseled chest, his body carved from hard steel.

I ran my hand over his ab muscles, tracing them, but he grabbed my hand and pushed me down to my knees on the carpet.

“Take off my pants.”

I reached up and undid his pants and took them off him, watched as he grabbed his cock at the base and guided over my lips and into my mouth. I sucked on him hungrily, loving the feel of his dick in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his engorged head, tasting his precum, letting the salty acrid taste fill my mouth as my pussy instantly flooded with a hot ache.

“Shit, baby, your mouth feels good.” He held me by the head and pumped his hips, his cock hitting the back of my throat as he fucked my face. “Spread your legs, I want to see that pussy while you blow me.”

I squatted and rocked back on my heels and hiked my dress up, then pushed my panties over to the side, giving Colt a view of my spread pussy.

He made me suck him until my mouth was sore and his dick was rock hard.

Then he laid me down on the bed and finished removing my dress, his hands sliding down my stomach and over the side of my hips, causing me to shiver in anticipation as he slid my panties off.

He grabbed me under the ass and pulled me to the side of the bed and then laid his body down on top of mine, covering me and taking away the cold shivers I’d gotten.

He kissed me again, his tongue tangling against mine and his hand was pushing my legs open, and then he was inside of me, hard and fast, pumping, thrusting, and I gasped at how big his dick was, how deep he was going inside of me.

No matter how often or how much Colt fucked me, his cock was so big that he still left me stretched open and sore.

After a second the tightness gave way to a pleasant ache, which morphed into exquisite pleasure as he began to fuck me harder and harder.

“Look at me fucking you,” he commanded and I looked down at myself, watching his dick buried in my pussy as my tits bounced.

He held me tight, fucking me harder and faster, his balls hitting my ass and his shaft grazing my clit every time he thrust into me.

“Come on my cock, Princess,” he groaned and I did, my pussy convulsing and my body shuddering as he unloaded his seed into me.

When we were both finished and our breathing had slowed, Colt rolled me over on the bed until we were lying next to each other.

“Colt!” I squealed as he grabbed at my sides and tickled me. “Stop!” I giggled and tried to squirm out of his grasp and finally he let me go.

“You hungry, Princess?” he asked, reaching for the phone.

I nodded, because of course I was hungry, and he already knew it. He knew my every need, my every desire, and so when he picked up the phone and ordered room service, he didn’t have to ask me how I wanted my steak done, he already knew. And he knew I would want French fries and roasted vegetables and he knew that I’d drink Diet Coke with no ice.

I rolled over on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, running my hands over the comforter and then putting my hand out in front of me and staring at my ring. It was beautiful. Just like my fiancé.

When the food came, Colt pulled on a pair of loose cotton pajama pants and wrapped me in one of his t-shirts and we ate while we watched TV.

When it was finally time for bed, he pulled my t-shirt off and stripped off his pants so that he was naked, too, snuggling me close the way he did every night.

I turned over so that I was facing him in the dark.

He grinned at me, that sexy soft grin of his, half