Alpha Hero - Hope Ford Page 0,21

floor, he reaches for me, pulling me down on top of him. With our bodies pressed together, his cock is seated between my thighs. I want to taste him; I want to make him as crazy as I feel right now.

I try to slide down his body, but he grasps my elbows, stopping me. He shakes his head. “No way, honey. I already feel like I’m going to burst. I have to get inside you.”

The smile forms on my face before I even consider stopping it. He sounds serious. The look on his face convinces me that this – me specifically – is what he wants, what he has to have right now.

I spread my legs and move across him, his cock sliding across my wet folds. His mouth opens and a guttural groan fills the air.

“I can’t wait. I have to have you.”

He grips his hard, angry cock in his hand and strokes it twice. I lift up, opening for him, wanting him inside me more than I want my next breath.

When the bulb of his cock enters me, I tighten on him and slowly lower my body, then raise up, then back down again, coating his cock with my juices. Only when I’ve completely impaled myself on him do I release the breath I was holding.

Once we’re joined, and I look where our bodies are connected does it hits me, exactly what we’re doing and I can’t stop the feeling that this is wrong. I lift my head, meeting his eyes.

He cups my jaw and gives me a knowing look. “It’s okay, April. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to get what you want.”

His words hit me because it’s the same thing I’ve been telling myself for several months. Any time I started to feel bad for wanting a divorce, or the choices I’m making, I would tell myself that I deserve to be happy too.

It hits me. This man knows me, and it may only be for one night, but I’m not going to walk away from this. Not tonight. Tomorrow, we will go back to normal, but tonight, it’s my turn for happiness.

I lift myself then. His hands go to my hips and he holds on to me tightly, almost like he’s afraid I’m going to pull away.

I relish in his touch and then drop back down until our hips connect and his big, hard cock fills me again.

With every thrust of my hips, he meets me and seems to only be content when he’s buried deep inside me. The feeling that erupts inside me has a tear rolling down my cheek. I haven’t felt a connection like this in, well, I don’t even remember.

He leans up then, gripping my face in his hand and using his thumb to wipe the tear from my cheek. His hand slides between us and his finger flicks across the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. I toss my head back, ecstasy igniting inside me. But he doesn’t let me stay that way. No, he pulls my head forward, forcing me to look in his eyes.

He meets me thrust for thrust and I thrash over him as his hand works between my legs and he looks deep into my eyes.

My body reacts in such a primal way that my toes curl and I scream and grunt his name as my pussy tightens around him. He’s matching me, thrust for thrust, until we both come and the room is filled with our grunts.

4

Terry

Limp, she falls down around me. We’re both breathing heavily and I can tell the minute she realizes what just happened. Her body stiffens against mine. I run my hands up and down her back, hoping to soothe her, hoping to make her see how I feel about her.

All this time, she was Allen’s wife. I respected that, even though I didn’t respect him. And maybe this is fucked up and wrong, but damn, now that I’ve had her, there’s no turning back. At least not for me anyway.

I keep running my hands up and down her back, squeezing her, kissing the top of her head. But the more I push, the more she stiffens. She doesn’t give me any warning; she doesn’t say anything. She just pushes off of me and starts pulling on her clothes. Her movements are jerky and I can tell she’s upset.

“April. I’m sorry.”

She shakes her head and sniffs. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for. I pretty much