Page 42 of The Alpha's Sin
Fuck. The way she spreads for me—like she was born for it—makes my cock throb so hard it hurts. Her pussy glistens in the low light, hot and swollen, begging to be filled. She thinks she’s embarrassed, but I can smell the truth pouring off her—what she’s really feeling is need…hunger…Heat.
I keep my boxers on because if I didn’t, I’d be inside her before I could stop myself. But I can give her this. I can give her what she needs without breaking the Law.
I curl one big hand around the purple dilator, the other stroking her trembling thigh.
“That’s my good girl,” I murmur, looking down at her soft little pussy, all shiny with her juices. “You’re so damn wet already. You want this, don’t you? Want me to fill you up good and tight?”
Her answering moan nearly undoes me.
I lower the rounded tip, teasing it through her slick folds. Her breath hitches, her hips lifting to meet me.
God help me, I want it to be my cock. I want to bury myself in her heat, knot her, breed her, make her mine forever. But instead I press the toy against her entrance, slow and steady, watching her eyes widen as she stretches to take it.
“Oh…Oh, Logan!” she moans.
God, I fucking love to my name on her lips when she’s so hot and needy like this!
“Easy, kitten,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. “That’s it…open up for me. Let me take care of you. Let me fill that little pussy until you feel better.”
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The moment Logan slides the purple toy into me, I feel both stretched and filled…and yet somehow not enough. I clutch at the sheets beneath me, moaning, because it feels good—so good—but there’s a deeper ache inside me that nothing but the man I want can ease.
“Logan,” I whisper, trembling. “I need…more. Please. I need to come.”
His pale eyes are molten, fixed on my face as though he can see every desperate thought in my head.
“I can help you come,” he growls softly, sliding further down between my thighs. “Let me give you what you need, kitten.”
I blink at him uncertainly, my body throbbing with want.
“Wh-what are you going to do?”
He looks up at me from between my spread thighs, his voice low and rough.
“Gonna taste you, baby. Gonna lick your sweet little pussy while I fuck you nice and deep.”
A shocked sound escapes me. I can’t believe he just said that—can’t believe he wants to do that. Dirk never once offered—he used to wrinkle his nose and call it nasty, even though he had no problem demanding blow jobs from me whenever he wanted them.
“What if you don’t like it?” I ask in a small, trembling voice. “The way I taste, I mean?”
Logan huffs out a low laugh, full of heat and certainty.
“I know I’ll love your taste because I love your scent. Fuck, kitten—I could come just from scenting you.”
And then, as if to prove his point, he lowers his head and rubs his rough cheek against my mound. The rasp of stubble against my swollen flesh makes me moan out loud. Oh God—it feels too good, too intimate. I’m aching I want him so badly.
He looks up at me again, eyes dark with hunger.
“I understand if you’re shy. Why don’t we take it slow? Spread yourself open for me and I’ll give you a kiss to start with—just one sweet little kiss.”
I’m dying of embarrassment. My face feels like it’s on fire. But I’m dying of need, too. My body is practically screaming for more, for relief. Trembling, I reach down and with unsteady fingers, I spread my outer lips open, baring my aching clit.
Logan inhales sharply, like I’ve just given him the most precious gift.
“God,” he breathes. “Such a beautiful little pussy. Just watch me now, kitten—gonna give you a sweet kiss while I fuck you.”
