Page 13 of Rescued By Four Alphas
"I need you," I pant. "Inside me. Now."
"Not yet." He presses a kiss between my breasts, then begins to move lower, trailing his lips down my stomach. "First, I want to taste you."
He settles between my thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them wider apart. The first swipe of his tongue through my folds tears a cry from my throat. I'm already embarrassingly wet, and his appreciative groan tells me he's noticed.
"You taste even better than I remember," he murmurs against me.
His tongue circles my clit with deliberate precision, applying just the right amount of pressure. Two fingers slide inside me, curling to find that spot that makes me see stars.
"Right there," I gasp, my hips bucking against his face. "Don't stop."
He doesn't. If anything, he increases his efforts, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony. The pressure builds inside me, a coiling tension that threatens to snap at any moment.
"I'm close," I warn, my thighs trembling on either side of his head.
He hums against me, the vibration pushing me closer to the edge. His free hand grips my hip, holding me in place as he devours me.
When he sucks my clit between his lips, I shatter. The orgasm rips through me with such force that I cry out his name, my back arching off the bed despite the pillows supporting me. Waves of pleasure crash over me, and still, he doesn't stop, drawing out my release until I'm gasping for breath.
Only when I push weakly at his head, too sensitive to continue, does he finally pull back. His chin glistens with my arousal, and the sight makes me clench with renewed desire.
"Evan," I reach for him, needing him closer. "Please. I want you inside me."
He rises on his knees, pushing his boxer briefs down to free his erection. He's hard and ready, the head of his cock already shiny with pre-cum.
"How do you want it?" he asks, stroking himself slowly.
"Hard," I say without hesitation. "Fast. I need to feel you."
A dangerous smile spreads across his face. "As you wish."
He positions himself at my entrance, teasing me with just the tip. I whimper, trying to push down onto him, but his hand on my hip holds me still.
"Patience," he murmurs.
"Fuck patience," I growl. "Fuck me."
That's all it takes. He thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke. We both groan at the sensation, and for a moment, he remains still, letting me adjust to his size.
"Move," I demand, digging my nails into his shoulders.
He does, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The force of it pushes me up the bed, and he grabs my hips to hold me in place as he sets a punishing rhythm.
"Is this what you wanted?" he grunts, his hips snapping against mine. "To be fucked like this?"
"Yes," I gasp, meeting each thrust with equal force. "Harder."
He complies, his pace becoming almost brutal. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with our desperate moans. Each thrust hits that perfect spot inside me, sending sparks of pleasure up my spine.
"You're so tight," he groans, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks. "So fucking perfect."
I wrap my legs around his waist, changing the angle to take him even deeper. The new position makes me cry out as he hits places inside me I didn't even know existed.
"There!" I gasp, feeling another orgasm building rapidly. "Right there!"
He maintains the angle, his thrusts becoming more erratic as his release approaches. One hand slides between us to circle my clit, and that's all it takes to push me over the edge again.
"Evan!" I scream as pleasure explodes through me, more intense than before.
