Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,307

in his throat and pulled her back up his length. She moved her tongue against the underside as he steadied the rhythm, pushing faster and deeper into her mouth.

“Fuck.” The word hissed from his mouth and he sank into her mouth faster. His breathing great harsher, shallower. Harper felt him growing, swelling and she widened her mouth while tightening her lips.

His free hand slid behind her neck, cradled her as he bucked his hips, thrusting into her while holding her head still. He took what he wanted and she was more than happy to let him. He owned her and they both knew it. She was his and she would let him do whatever he wanted because it made her feel things that she never thought possible.

His pleasure was hers. She gave him everything he asked for.

“Fucking hell your mouth is sweet,” he gasped. “So hot and tight.” He growled and fingers tightened in her hair. “Going to come baby. Going to come so fucking hard.”

He pumped his hips, driving into her throat relentlessly as liquid heat pooled between her legs. Tension coiled in her stomach. His breathing changed, grew ragged when his voice turned raw. He growled and stilled, holding her tight, buried deep as he pumped his release down her throat.

Fire raced through her veins and she swallowed. She moved her tongue up and down the length of him, loving the way he pulsed around her lips. The pull on her hair eased and his fingers stroked lightly over her scalp.

Under her touch his muscles relaxed and he dropped his head to the back of the couch, exhaling a long satisfied breath. She slid his cock out of her mouth just as slowly as she started, then sat back on her heels, rubbing her damp thighs together.

She could spend the next year just looking at him. The dips and valleys and lines that defined his body were mouth watering and she couldn’t stop from leaning forward to lay her lips on his hip bone.

A lazy grin tugged his mouth up and he trapped her with his stare. Hunger burned in his eyes and she clenched involuntarily.

“Now it’s my turn,” he said in a deep promising voice. Then he stood up and lifted her into his arms, and carried her to the bedroom where he showed her exactly how hungry he still was.

Chapter 2

The buzzing of Ethan’s phone pulled Harper from sleep the next morning.

She woke cradled in his arms, one leg thrown over his thighs and his heart beating under her ear. He reached over while pulling her tighter against his chest and pressed a kiss to her temple before he answered.

“Dad.” His sleep deepened voice brushed over her skin and she pressed her face into his neck. “Yes…They actually used the word tumultuous? Christ…Yes, it’s true…Yeah, okay we can do that. See you later then.”

He set the phone down and pulled Harper across his body so that her legs slid between his. He ran his fingers up and down her sides before tangling them into her hair and pulling her face down.

She wanted to talk about what had just happened—wanted to know what his father had said to him. She knew his father must be furious at the news, but just how furious?

Ethan didn’t seem interested in talking, however.

He nipped at her lips, caressed them with his tongue before sinking between them, stroking the ridges in her mouth. When she was breathless, he broke the contact, but kept their faces only an inch apart. His hungry gaze captured hers and held her captive. Already her body was responding to him and the craving buzzed under her skin.

She shifted against the hardness pressing into her stomach. Insatiable. That’s what she was when it came to Ethan. His strong hands wrapped around her thighs and he opened her legs until she was straddling his hips. He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it a few times before holding it straight up.

Harper sucked in a breath. The sunlight played over the ridges in his chest, highlighting the dips and valleys that she would never get tired of running her fingers over. His eyes were half closed and he ran the back of his free hand over the hard tips of her nipples.

She threw her head back and arched into his touch.

“I want you to ride me, baby,” he growled, massaging her breasts.

A low moan escaped from between her lips and she braced her hands on his chest, lifted