Fated An Alpha Male Romance - K. Alex Walker Page 0,9

in the literal sense.

I was jarred back to our bodies with the feeling of her pussy tightening around me. I lifted her legs around my neck and stroked her clit with my fingers. She squeezed her nipples and I damn near started to pray that I didn’t burst at the sight of that alone. Not before she did. Not when she was so close.

The strength of her orgasm erupted as warm tugs around my cock. Her phone, which had slid underneath the bottom of her computer monitor, lit up just as the unstoppable surge of my own orgasm shot from my sac up through my dick and inside of her. A deep groan rumbled from my throat as I released my seed into the latex that I’d forgotten that I was even wearing. Everything about being inside of Alexandra had felt like we’d been flesh to flesh.

Her breasts bounced as short, fast breaths followed her down from the height of climax. I slowly began to get hypnotized by the round, bouncing orbs and could feel my dick getting firm as I thought about sucking on them. Then, her phone rang again and I reached forward and pushed it away. She was magnificent and I was going to have her again, so it didn’t matter who was calling at the moment even though I could clearly see the name “Roderick Hamilton,” displayed on the screen.

In case you were wondering, Roderick Hamilton’s the son of a bitch that I was referring to. The one who didn’t know how to please Alexandra. Well, doesn’t know how to please her. For lack of a better word, that son of a bitch is Alexandra’s boyfriend.

Chapter Two

Alexandra

I couldn’t go home.

I’d literally watched my phone light up four times with Roderick’s name only to ignore the call each time and place my attention back on Ethan and the things that he was doing to me. Good lord, I’d never before known that sex could be like that. I’d assumed that I’d been getting the best effort that I would have experienced in my lifetime with Roderick, but I never knew that a man could be so…unselfish.

It had been covertly ingrained in me ever since I could remember that the function of a woman’s body was solely for a man’s pleasure. If she so happened to get a semblance of pleasure — and dare I say, ecstasy — out of being with her “husband,” then that was luck. Therefore, to ask a man to go down on you was taboo; it would take too long for him to bring you to climax and he wasn’t supposed to do anything that would tire him. It was about his pleasure, not yours.

I was glad that no one ever mentioned that to Ethan.

Ironically enough, Gia, the freer spirit of the Miller daughters, had been a virgin on her wedding night and spared no detail when she shared stories about her and her husband Eli’s exploits. She and Eli met in college, but she always said that his insistence had been the only reason that she’d waited until marriage for them to have sex. By the time they’d said I do, she’d been ready to burst.

I’d been hell-bent on doing the same, being the good girl that I was, but Roderick and I started having sex shortly after we started dating two years ago. My father introduced us at a fancy, purposeless gala about a month after Roderick completed his stint in the military and moved back to Louisiana to consider running for political office. He’d claimed that since I was destined to be his wife anyhow, it wouldn’t count that I’d “betrayed” my parents’ trust by throwing away my virginity. Although I’d been really trying to be that good girl for my parents, the want and longing that kept me up night after night won out the minute I thought about having him inside of me. Yet, before tonight, I would have never let myself admit to being disappointed when Roderick and I finally did have sex.

Foreplay consisted of him kissing me with a nearly closed mouth and massaging my breasts for about three seconds in his palm, never touching my nipples. I’d try to slip my tongue into his mouth, but he would shake his head and pull away. Then, he’d tell me to finish taking off my clothes while he shrugged out of his pants, never getting completely naked. He would slip on the condom, climb on