Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 122

When Aaron’s mo uth slashes over mine, stealing my breath, I realize that he’s stifling my screams.

His thumb presses against the rim and then pushes in.

I gasp.

The table applies pressure from below and his finger pushes down from above. Inside, all I feel is every inch of him. Every ridge.

And as I lose control, he grows thicker. Bigger.

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The stimulation is too much and I come clenching around his co ck and finger in contractions that are like a vice.

He grunts and keeps pumping and as he reaches his own release, my body shatters again, pulling him deeper and milking every drop of him.

“Go dda mn,” he mutters.

I’m boneless.

draped over the table as he pulls out and crosses to

him, not even concerned about the door or who might walk in. I’m

and buttons his shirt. Well mostly. It looks like he lost a few buttons toward the top. Of course, he just looks sexier for leaving his shirt open. He grabs

a residual pulse.

goes back to sidebar. He dampens a hand towel

up and sets me to

more sensitive? Does

and unable to

changes to my body. It means

root.

dying, I can still

and I look at him. The kiss he gives me is soft. It’s so gentle and sweet

my space again and deepens

he does, reality seeps

in a

and this company is still on the brink

goes down,