Page 92 of Fourth Base with the Alpha
“Alpha!” Her body shakes, her knees buckle.
“Fuck, but I love it when you call me that. Call me that again, little Omega.”
“Alpha,” she moans, as my touch trails lower, over her ribs, across her soft stomach and lower to the apex of her folds, all swollen and glistening.
I find her sensitive nub nestling between her intimate lips and I caress it, shaking off my jacket and dropping to my knees as I do.
“Alpha,” she gasps again, and God, I love that word on her lips so much. I want her screaming it over and over again. “I need you. Need you inside me.”
“Let me taste you first,” I whisper, cupping her ass and dragging her right into my face. I nuzzle her there, my nose dipping between her folds, my tongue suckling up all that sweet-tasting slick. Her fingers tangle in my hair in that way she likes.
And I’m home. Fucking home. Where I belong. I never want to leave.
Never.
Ever.
22
Isabella
He devours me.With his tongue, with his mouth. With his fucking nose. I cling to him, my legs jelly, my spine arching and curving as shockwave after shockwave slams through my body.
The apartment swims in and out of focus and his scent overwhelms all my senses.
A moment ago I was clawing at my own skin, tears blurring my vision, the ache between my legs, the pain in my gut, so strong I pass out. The world mercifully silent and still for a moment.
Now, I’m in heaven. Actual heaven. Delivered there by the man kneeling in front of me.
How does he make this feel so damn good? Every time.
What he’s doing to me, the way he’s playing me so that I sing with pleasure, has me grinding my pelvis against his face, unable to control myself.
“Oh yeah, baby. Oh yeah, fuck my face. Fuck my face!”
I don’t care how dirty this is. How debased I am.
I tug at his arm, pleading with him.
“Inside,” I gasp, as another orgasm ricochets through my body. “I need you inside.”
I fall to the floor, ignoring his fierce growls when I part him from his favorite dish.
I twist around onto my hands and knees and I arch my back, lifting my ass into the air and staring at him over my shoulder.
“Alpha, please,” I beg. I’ve no shame. I need this and I’ll do anything to have it.
For what feels like an eternity, he simply stares at my most intimate part, unbuckling his jeans as he does.
“You have the most perfect pussy, Omega. All pretty and pink and perfectly ripe.”
He skims a finger through my folds, slick clinging to his digits in ribbons.
Then he grabs me roughly by the hips and slams me backward, straight onto his waiting cock.
I howl, so loud I’m sure everyone in the building must hear. But I’m not in control anymore. I’m all need and want. Feeling and sensation. And being impaled on his cock is what I needed and wanted so badly I can’t help the noise that spills from my lips.
“Fuuuccckkkk,” he groans. “Fuck I missed this.”
