Page 10 of Cupid's Alpha
I reach down and undo his belt bucket. He pulls it through the rungs on his jeans and tosses it on the floor. Pretty soon we’re both naked and the tip of his cock is pressing against my opening.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, as he thrusts forward with his hips.
It’s a tight fit. But once I get used to his size, it’s like we’re made for each other.
My nails dig into his warm, muscular flesh. Our faces are never more than an inch apart the whole time. His breath caresses my skin as his cock ravages my pussy. Stretching my walls and filling me up. So hard. Like a throbbing lump of steel between my legs that's driving me insane.
“I’m coming,” I moan, biting my lip. “Fuck, Drew, I’m coming.”
He brushes the hair out of my face and presses his lips against my mouth. Our tongues unite, slowly gliding against each other and darting in and out of each other's mouths. I push into him with my crotch. My legs are wrapped around his waist. One of Drew’s hands is clutching my backside and the other is pinning my hands to the bed above my head.
“Yes,” he says, his cock stiffening inside me. “You’re mine now, Emilia.”
“I’m yours!” I cry, the first wave of ecstasy shooting through my body. “I’m yours!”
He keeps pumping deep inside me. I milk his balls for all they’re worth. My cunt squeezes and clamps down around his length.
After, he hugs me tight, his semi-hard cock still inside me. A little stream of our combined juices slowly trickles between my buttcheeks. “That was incredible,” he grins.
“You weren’t so bad yourself,” I giggle, kissing him on the end of his nose.
He rolls over onto his back and I rest my head against his great big chest. His heart is beating loud and steady inside his ribs. Like one of those guys on a Viking boat keeping time for all the people rowing. Steady and strong. Just like Drew.
“Be even better once we get our own place,” he says
I look up into his face. A couple of days ago I wasn’t sure if I’d even have a future. Now the man of my dreams is talking about moving in together.
“Our own place?” I say.
He reaches behind me until his hand is cupping my ass. He spanks me softly. “Somewhere we can raise a family,” he says.
I play with the hair on his chest, swirling it around my finger as I think about what it would be like to carry his baby. “I’d like that,” I say, “I’d like that a lot.”
