Outlaw (Wolves of Royal Paynes #4) - Kiki Burrelli Page 0,75

muscles like a comic book hero. He didn't wear pants or briefs, which would've been the most exciting thing, if it weren't for the grip he had on his monster cock. He stroked with a firm hand, but slowly, bringing his palm over the head before sliding back down, leaving his length glistening with lube.

It wasn't just pornographic, but straight-up obscene. A single man shouldn't possess something so powerful.

He stood there even after he knew I was watching, staring unabashedly at my nude body while he stroked himself.

Would he come like that? Not even touching me but using me to get him off? Another important question: why did that sound so hot? I groaned, my eyes fluttering back as I pictured him rubbing himself to completion as I waited, ass up for the hot stripes to splash against me. Would he rub it in?

"You are so fucking filthy," he groaned, his expression dazed.

"Takes one to ohh." I clamped down on the finger in my ass, feeling full but manageable.

He worked his pinkie into me, utter concentration on his task as he switched from pinkie to the next finger over. Slightly larger, it still wasn't hard to take, especially after the slight stretch. Diesel continued down—there was something especially naughty about being stretched by only his middle finger—spending more time on his index finger before sliding his thumb into place. Though shorter, the digit was thick enough to make me gasp.

"Let's recap, shall we?" Diesel started again with his pinkie, moving much more rapidly from finger to finger like a lewd version of the knife game.

I bobbed my head, but I didn't think he was waiting for an answer.

Once he was able to fit in all four, Diesel paused and rubbed my ass gently. "You know that your alpha fucks you. He takes care of you and protects you. That you should trust him."

It wasn't a question, but I answered anyway, nodding no less than a thousand times. "Yes! I do trust him. I do."

"Why?"

I blinked. It felt like a trick question, and the answer wasn't going to come quicker once he started moving his hand, in and out, stretching my rim.

Why?

Because likely wasn't an acceptable answer, but I was pretty sure if I didn't answer with something, that dick might get lifted off the table, and that simply could not happen. "Testosterone?"

He pulled his hand free, whistling softly at what he saw. I was ready to moan my displeasure at being left empty, but Diesel's cock replaced his fingers, sitting heavily against the rim.

My heart beat like a jackhammer. My hole fluttered as if trying to grab hold of what was knocking and suck it in deeper.

He flexed his hips and slowly…slowly sank into my heat. "Because your alpha loves you," Diesel whispered as he settled into place, having bottomed out, bringing our bodies together like corresponding puzzle pieces. "Say it." He snarled and palmed my neck, pressing just enough that I could breathe but knew it was because he allowed it.

"Because my alpha loves me."

Diesel pulled back only to slam immediately back in. "Say it again."

"Because my alpha loves me!" I wailed, losing control of the sound when Diesel repeated the move, pulling nearly all the way out before driving forward and forcing my body to make room for him. "Because my alpha loves me." My vision went white the moment Diesel switched angles, slamming into that special spot that made me roar. "Diesel!"

He growled continuously, the noise rumbling just enough for me to realize he was speaking. "Say it again."

No sooner had I deciphered his words did he slam back inside, setting an unforgiving pace.

"My alpha loves me! My alpha loves me!" I chanted like a man possessed.

His snarls filled the room. If there was more to this lesson, it would have to wait because Diesel had clearly stepped aside, allowing the beast to take over. He panted with his forehead pressed between my shoulder blades. The grip he had on my hips would surely bruise and likely was already. There'd been a time when Diesel had been gentle—for him. He'd wanted to wait, to give me time to get used to his size and strength. The training wheels were off now, and I could see the difference.

I felt and heard it too, but the most important sense at the moment was the lightning fizzling in my balls like carbonated water. I didn't stop my cries, screaming, "My alpha loves me," throughout my orgasm until I was on