Hiding the Alpha’s Baby

AYLA

It hurts but the sensation of having him so deep inside me, feeling him in places no one has ever reached before is doing something to my insides.

My body shudders with each thrust in and when he leans in to suck my nipples, I find the world spinning before my eyes.

There is fire in my veins, and warmth inside me. My hands cling to his shoulders, my nails running down his skin. Pleasure explodes in my body in the form of tiny sparks, making my toes curl, my breath hitch and my world darken.

The pain is long forgotten and I find myself drowning in the liquid heat, meeting his thrust with an eagerness that leaves me screaming his name.

Again. Again. Again.

The world seems to be a blur as our lips meet and his thrusts grow rougher, more powerful. The noise of our skin slapping fills the dark room, and pushes me one step closer to an abyss. My lips quiver against his harsh mouth, my teeth sink into his bottom lip as my walls clench and the knot in my stomach comes undone.

My head goes blank. My legs shake. My breath catches.

But he keeps going. His hands grip my legs to his waist as he drills into me like an untamed man. His groans, his grunts, his curses hit my oversensitive core.Many paragraphs are missing. Read the complete book on Jo=bn-ib.c(o)m. My heart is beating in my ears, my guts feel rearranged as he continues to f**k me hard, taking me against all logic.

“Can’t- - - “I cry out, arching off the mattress in desperation. “I cant take it anymore, Massimo.” His face rests between my shoulders, his ragged breaths hitting me every time he fills me and then pulls out to fill me harder.

“You can. You will take me. All of me, Kitten.” He growls, his voice carrying a sense of possession.

I find myself clenching around

gripping onto his cock, squeezing him

hold back." He groans, slowly rolling his hips into mine. Tremors of pleasure run up and down my body. I

warm, so dirty, then I get why everyone is crazy about

way his masculine body rolls over mine, and the way he

find myself sniffling and writhing under him. I want him to stop,

“I moan, trying to stay conscious and feel every stroke of his

me, Kitten. I am the one making you feel so good with my cock. Say my name.” His hand

eyes snap open and meet his gaze. He is watching me, taking in my reaction to his thrusts,

I find myself

my limbs slacken. A tear rolls down my eyes and slips in my hair before I hear

once more. The bed rattles with

his c*m. Instead of pulling out, Massimo

He whispers, panting against my

lowering to his biceps. He drops over me, the weight of his

thrusting in slowly, riding us both

arches tiredly, my eyes half drooping

with Massimo and I