Hiding the Alpha’s Baby

MASSIMO

My c**k strains against my pants. It's so f*****g painful and hard to keep my hands off her.

She looks like an experienced seductress in that tight dress. I am desperate to bunch it around her waist, expose her full boobs and that tight p***y.

I groan as she rubs her p***y over my thigh. I can feel my pants getting wet there, her slickness rubbing all over me.

I place my hands beside my legs and lean back, clenching the sheets so I am not reaching out to her in a weak

moment.

Her eyes close, her lips part, her face flushes. She settles on my thigh and moves back before pushing herself forward.

My cock throbs harder. Just watching her moan and use my thigh to masturbate does something tingly to the pit of my stomach.

I clench the sheets harder and lean back more. My jaw grits and the desire runs through my veins.

The mate bond is fucking with me and her. The only difference between us is the fact that I know why I need my c**k inside her and she doesn't.

This makes me think how badly she will take the truth. Once she gets to know that I suppressed my scent just so she couldn't figure out we are mated, she might hate me more. “Massi-Massimo. ” Her eyes blink open, frustration seeping into her expression. ” More."

She needs more of me. F**k me.

I lick my bottom lip, desperate to keep my breathing under control. "I told you, Kitten, that's all you are getting tonight.

Her hips stop grinding. Wobbling, she gets down from my lap and moves her hands behind her back.

I swallow the heaviness in my throat and barely stop myself from grunting. My c**k might explode if I don't slip inside her p***y soon.

Slowly, she unzips her dress and pushes it down her body. I forget to breathe, as my eyes lower to her freed boobs.

Desire trickles down my body in the form of tremors, and aches. My hips buck but I hold myself back. Those soft boobs. Just perfect for my hands.

and watch as she climbs the bed and

her half-lidded eyes on me, my innocent Kitten acts like a vixen, and spreads her legs. Her

throat and then I am onto her. She thinks I have

not touched

to the wet

mewls”” T- - Take me, Massimo. That's what

snap, pulling my face out of the lace before I lose

something else. Yes. In my initial days of training, I once broke my nose,

back, to her, to those parted legs,

whispers and arches her

hands away from her body. Sitting back on my knees, I take her in again. Her flushed face, her perky boobs, her sinking

" I hiss,

Her fingers hook

as my eyes find that pink,

pants and boxers. My cock springs free, the

murmur, wrapping my hand around my c**k,

pussy, but if I

parted legs. She gasps, arching off the mattress again. I focus on the way her fingers rub that clit, the way her breath catches, the way she lies there, spread

think about my revenge when all I can think about is the

match my pace, but I want them to

more. So

“I grunt, the muscles in

her hips up and taking

you?” I growl, removing my hand

she takes it

the back of her gentle thighs and

knees touch the mattress, baring that spasming hole to me. And fuck. It's tight and wet for me. “Tell me you

She claws at my arms, trying to reach

tight hole and release her left leg. She keeps it there, willingly keeping those pretty legs