Page 60 of The Alpha's Chosen Outcast

His lips trail down my neck, his hands slide down my back and then around to my breasts. My hand moves down, and I can feel how hard he is through his pants.

We get to the couch, and his hands reach for my ass. He pulls me up, and I put my legs around him. Our mouths crash together again as he falls back onto the couch with me straddling him.

He pulls off my shirt, and I tug off his. Our naked skin comes together when he unhooks and then pulls off my bra in one move.

I want him. I want every piece of him to be connected to every piece of me. My hands fumble with the button and zipper on his pants, and he lifts his ass so I can pull them off easier.

I take his underwear off with them and revel at his utterly naked body for a moment. He’s perfect. All Alpha, like I can practically see the magic crackling over him.

He pulls down the waistband of my leggings, and I bring my legs together so he can slip them off. My panties remain, though they’re soaking wet by this time.

It’s been minutes since I accepted his proposal. Seeing him and feeling the peace he brings when he’s in close proximity makes me wet.

His fingers slip inside me, and I gasp and arch my back a bit. He starts to pump into me and takes one of my nipples in his mouth. He flicks my nipple with his tongue and sucks, bringing me close to coming right then and there.

I let out a moan, and he pumps his fingers harder, taking time to stroke my clit with his wet fingers every few seconds. His fingers are so adept, and I start to ride them, moving with his pumping motions while he sucks on my nipple even harder.

He brings his other hand to my other breast and takes the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I can’t stop myself—I come hard. I cry out while I ride his fingers pumping inside me.

I want more of him. This isn’t enough for me. I don’t think it’ll ever be enough. I keep coming, and he doesn’t stop. I think he wants more of me, too.

When he takes his fingers out of me, I feel a sense of emptiness. I kiss him and then take his hand and lead him to my bedroom.

We’re not holding back anymore, and we’re going to need more room. When he sees the bed, he knows exactly what I’m thinking, and he doesn’t waste any time.

Trey throws me down on the mattress and rips my panties—like literally rips them with a claw—but doesn't touch my skin at all.

“Are you ready?” He asks.

“Yes. I want you, Trey. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

That’s all he needs to hear to thrust inside me. He doesn’t need any more foreplay after he’s already made me come several times. I’m still wet for him.

He glides out slowly and looks right into my eyes before he thrusts in balls deep. He does that over and over, making me moan every time he enters me.

I can’t take it anymore. This is too slow. I want him to claim me, to drill into me like he can’t get enough—the same way I feel for him. I sit up while he’s inside me and kiss him.

His hands are on my breasts again, and we thrust together, faster and faster, until he’s ready to come, too. He pushes into me, and I can feel the pulsing in his veins as he orgasms.

We sit there for a little while, leaning against each other, not wanting to disconnect.

Part of me wants to wait until he’s ready to go again and keep going without him ever pulling out. But I’m also suddenly tired and realize we’ve been expending much more energy than we may have realized.

I lay back, and he pulls out of me, making me feel that emptiness again. This time, I know it won’t be for long. I look at the ring on my finger and remember that we’ll be getting married soon.

We have a whole slew of decisions to make very quickly, not least of which will be my own gown. I’m designing it, of course.

This also means that I don’t have to hide anymore. Trey’s proposal offers me protection with all the packs. I can do the press interviews and be the breakout designer of this year for real.

When we get back to New York, I can see my parents, and I won’t ever have to be apart from them again.

“What’s that look about?” He asks me.

He’s turned toward me with his head propped up on one hand, supported by his elbow on the bed. He’s still completely naked, and I take a minute to admire the sight.

“Nothing.” I turn toward him, too. “Just realizing you’re about to make all my dreams come true.”

He looks down at his dick. “I was that good, huh?”

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