Page 7 of Titus (Big Hot Alphas 2)

“Um,” I say, awe and nervousness simultaneously rushing through me. “Titus…I, uh…I don’t know if you’re going to fit.”

“I will, baby,” he says, kissing me again. “We were meant to do this. I’m meant to be buried inside of you.”

His words send red-hot bolts of desire up my spine. When he lowers his hips and the throbbing head of his cock presses against my cunt, it feels like time suddenly stands still. Then he moves his hips forward and pushes into me and I can’t evenbreathefor a second.

It feels so fucking unbelievable already. Like we’re two becoming one.

“Keep going,” I gasp.

He sinks into me, more and more andmoreof him, until all of his glorious length is inside of me. My thighs quiver; my body pulses with heat; my heart beats in triple-time.

But that doesn’t even compare to how it feels when he starts thrusting into me.

“Oh my God,” I squeak, pressing my forehead to his as he drives into me over and over again. Every circle of his hips elicits a louder moan from my mouth.

“You feel so fucking amazing,” Titus grunts.

“You…” My mouth hangs slack. “You…oh, God.Yes.That’s so good.”

He starts pumping faster, his cock rapidly thrusting in and out of my wetness. Breathlessly, I run my hands over his broad shoulders and then through his hair and pull his mouth toward me for a kiss. When his tongue pushes into my mouth and takes control I feel a wild swell of heat in my core.

And then it crashes over me again, so much harder this time—and the feeling of him spilling into me makes my own orgasm all the more intense. The pleasure continues to radiate through me in waves as we both come down the other side.

We keep kissing for a long time before Titus pulls back to look me in the eye.

“Stay with me tonight,” he says.

Shit. Why did he have to say that? I run a hand through his hair, buying myself a little more time.

But it’s no use. He’s waiting for my answer.

“I can’t, Titus,” I say softly.

“Because?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to, but…”

I can’t vocalize the rest. The truth is, it feels dangerous to stay. Sleeping next to him could easily make this feel like something more than it is. And that’s just asking for trouble. No. We should just enjoy this for what it is and say goodnight and go our separate ways…

And yet I’m also having a really,reallyhard time imagining myself leaving right now.

“Stay,” he says again.

I take a breath. “Okay. Fine. I’ll stay. But one night. That’s it.”

“That’s all I’ve got, too,” he reminds me. “I have to leave tomorrow, remember?”

“Right,” I say.

He rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him. I flush at the feeling of his hard-on beneath me. Jesus, he’s ready againalready?

Not that I’m about to complain.

Titus pulls my face down to his and kisses me. I grind against his cock and he curses under his breath.

“I’m going to come back for you, you know, babygirl,” he says.

I’m about to tell him that I really did mean it when I said I can only be with him for one night. But then he slides into me again, and there’s no use even trying to form a coherent word.

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