Page 61 of Forced Alpha Bride
I groan in both pleasure and pain as my cock pulses against the zipper of the tight pants. I feel the waistband tear as I pull them down, not even caring as I grab Winnie’s legs again and start sliding her towards me.
“Take your jacket off,” she whispers. “And your shirt. I want to see you.”
A ripple of pleasure swims through me as I rock back onto my knees to comply with her wishes. I’ve always known that girls like looking at me, but knowing thatWinniewants to see me—is getting turned on by looking at me—gives me a brand-new confidence.
I take the jacket off, opening my shirt slowly to roll it off my shoulders. Winnie watches with wide eyes, her tongue creeping to the edge of her mouth.
I put my hands on my hips and flex, watching her shudder with desire as she looks at me. I’m so fucking hard, I feel like my cock’s going to burst before I get it inside her, but I don’t dare interrupt her pleasure.
Her eyes trail down, widening as she looks at my cock. Her hands jerk in the cuffs, making the chain clank, and she jumps.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
She just nods, her eyes widening to the point of fear.
“I can stop.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” she whispers.
Using the chain, I pull her towards me and kiss her lips softly. She moans, opening her mouth and letting me in, searching for my tongue with hers.
“Fuck me,” she whispers. “Please, do it now.”
I shove her back against the floor, holding her chains with my left hand. With my right, I reach between her legs, feeling her hot, slick folds as I guide my hips towards her.
The throbbing head of my hard, thick cock is pressed up against her wet opening, ready to pierce her when she suddenly whispers.
“Stop.”
“What is it?” I mumble, holding back with everything I’ve got.
“I can’t… I don’t want you to look at me. I’m scared that I’ll…”
“What are you scared of?” I ask, genuinely curious.
She stares up at me with her big, pale blue eyes, like quartz crystals shimmering in a tropical lake. She bites her lip a little and ducks her head.
“I’m shy… please. I don’t know what my face will look like, and I—”
“Winnie,” I say gently, “I assure you, your face is extremely, wonderfully beautiful at all times. Especially in the heat of passion.”
“Please,” she murmurs. “I can’t let go… I just can’t.”
I’m still for only a second before I lean back, pulling on the chain to bring her with me. I hear her gasp as I flip her, then push her down so she lands with her chest and hands on the couch, her knees on the floor.
Jesus fucking Christ. I am the luckiest man in the world.
I pull the pink skirt up, slowly revealing her curvy, plump butt. I rub the cheeks with the flat of my hand, pinching and squeezing before I give her a little slap.
Winnie moans, pressing her face down into the cushions as she swings her hips towards me. I’m almost gasping with need now as I run my hand up her thighs, feeling how drenched her pussy is.
I get in between her legs, holding her shoulder with one hand while I guide my cock in with the other. As my cock slowly slides into her hot, tight pussy, Winnie lets out a long, drawn-out moan.
Once I’m all the way in, I stay still for a moment, feeling her inner muscles clenching around me. She gasps, moaning into the cushions as we rock gently back and forth.
When I feel her relax, I grip her shoulders a little tighter, bracing my other hand on her hip. Then I start to move in slow, long strokes.
Winnie cries out, a sound of pleasure and surprise. I can feel her body trembling and spasming already, and I know I won’t last long.
