608 Alpha Ave - Adriana Locke Page 0,19

if he can’t possibly get enough.

He sits me gently on the swing. The wooden plank is smooth as my bare ass scoots to the edge.

“Spread your legs,” Grayson says, making no apologies for taking in every inch of my body.

It feels powerful to watch him want me. To know that this man, this alpha male, is taken with me—even if it’s only for this moment in time.

I grip the ropes on either side of me and separate my thighs. He drops to the ground in front of me.

“Oh, my gosh,” I moan as he grips my legs and pulls them farther apart. “Grayson.”

He dips his head but pauses, looking up at me. The picture of his face framed by my bare legs makes me shiver.

“You know what I said about being ninety-nine percent sure that no one would find us?” He grins. “I lied. It’s about sixty-five.”

“What?” I bark, but he silences me with his mouth.

I gasp as every sensation becomes heightened. More. Too much.

His beard scratches my skin as his tongue licks up my slit. My body trembles as it tries to process the feelings and the situation.

I release the rope with one hand and lace my fingers through his hair. He parts my body with his tongue, taking his time as he laps up my wetness.

“Oh, my fuck,” I hiss, my eyes rolling in the back of my head.

I lean back on the swing, extending my legs out to the sides to allow him more room. He inserts one finger inside me, and I threaten to crumple.

“Grayson,” I moan as he leisurely works his finger in and out of my opening.

I have literally never been this wet before. I can hear it.

Shit.

Holy freaking shit.

His eyes find mine as he presses kisses along the hypersensitive skin of my thighs.

“You,” he says, pressing a kiss near my swollen clit, “are so fucking ready for me. Do you know how hot that is?”

“No,” I eek out.

He presses a kiss to my clit, and I yelp.

He grins. “Very.”

“Good to know,” I mutter, grabbing both ropes again.

“Hold on tight. I’m going to make you come in my mouth, and you’re going to want to scream, but don’t. If you scream, I’ll stop.”

My body flexes at his words. Every bit of blood in my body pours to my vagina, making it red-hot and engorged.

I need relief. And I need it now.

“If you don’t start,” I tell him, “I’m going to—shit!”

The contact of his lips to my pussy is enough to make me nearly scream. He bites gently on my clit as a warning.

“Oh, like that’s going to help,” I moan, my head falling back. I quickly raise it again so I don’t pass out.

“Keep quiet,” he warns as he works his fingers again, adding another.

“Keep going.”

He laughs against me as he rolls my swollen bud around with his tongue. He swirls it around and around, his fingers strumming a beat that works me higher and higher toward the brink.

My eyes roll back in my head, and my vision gets hazy. The rhythm of Grayson’s assault on my body becomes nearly too much.

“Grayson,” I pant, the word almost a whine. “Grayson …”

He sucks me into his mouth as he twists his fingers, hitting a spot on the wall of my vagina that is akin to lighting a match in a house of gasoline.

I explode, come completely apart in a chaotic climax like I’ve never felt before.

“Grayson!” I scream, unable to control myself.

A flock of birds lifts from the trees, warning their friends that a woman is scaring the daylights out of them on the forest floor below.

He rides the orgasm out with me, sucking and licking and stroking me until I fall limp. My head feels heavy, my body reminiscent of what a run might feel like if I were so inclined to participate in that barbaric activity.

Grayson rocks back on his heels and stands. He heads to our pile of clothes and grabs his T-shirt. “You take instructions for shit,” he says, wiping his face off.

“Yeah,” I say, my voice hollow.

He laughs. “Stand up.”

“Do I have to?”

“Actually, no. You don’t. Just flip onto your front.”

I pull myself to a sitting position to see him rolling a condom down his cock. All of a sudden, I’m back in the game.

As instructed, I lay my belly on the swing and keep myself steady with my hands on the ground.

He pulls up behind me and grabs the edge of the swing, dragging it toward him.

“You know, you