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.

rush of pleasure shaking me all over. And then I find myself clenching around him again. This time, my eyes roll

walls are gripping onto his cock, squeezing him so tight that he can not

it hard to hold back." He groans, slowly rolling his hips into mine. Tremors of pleasure run

warm, so dirty, then I get

explore my skin, the way his masculine body rolls over

relentless again, and this time I find myself sniffling and writhing under him. I want him to stop, but the moment he slows down, I feel like I am going to burst

moan, trying to stay conscious and feel every

good

me, taking in my reaction to his thrusts, to the way he

and I find myself going over

eyes and slips in my hair before I hear Massimo cursing out loud. He kisses

inside me, that I cry out once more. The bed rattles

my insides with his c*m. Instead of

He whispers, panting

weight of his body

halfway before thrusting in slowly, riding

tiredly, my eyes half

sex with Massimo and I will never forget a moment of