My Bestfriend Slipped Inside Me (An Alpha’s Secret) by Demiah13

Avery’s pov

Just get it over with Avery. I chanted in my head as I leaned forward and kissed Kyan’s cheek. I frowned when I felt a slight bit of stubble. He had shaved yesterday, was it possible for his stubble to grow back so quickly?

The thoughts flew out quickly when his hands clamped on my hips to keep me on his lap. His hands made me squirm. His touch was lighting up a fire in me. It burned.

I lifted slightly and pushed down the sheets off him and straddle him. once more, moaning when I felt him nudge at my opening.

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He makes a soft grunt sound again under me and I took this as an invitation to kiss down his chin while I begin to dry hump him, rolling my hips in a way I thought would be seductive. It worked because he was so hard as a rock under me, I could feel him pressing against me.

Wow. He felt huge! Was he even going to fit?

I nibbled on his chin, making him buck up his hip and of course for his hardness to rub against me. Since I had a short skirt on it was hunched around my waist and my thin lace panties was a sad excuse of a barrier.

He felt so hot. And I was so wet.

“I’m finally going to give you what you’ve been begging for,” I gasp, rolling my hips over him to feel him. He felt so good. It’s kind of strange actually, I have straddle him before but it has never urged me to feel so incredible or want more.

In fact before, I would squirm and make an excuse for us to not go further. But tonight, something has changed. There’s a burning desire, a need, a claim to have him inside me.

I rocked my hips and his hands on my waist tighten as he pumped up, groaning sexily. He sounded more hoarse too. Sexy. So sexy.

I am so wet I can barely think. All nervousness flew out the window when I felt just how excited he was under me. I press my palm to his bare chest, surprised by how tone it felt. It’s never felt this tone before but perhaps it feels a bit different now that he is naked.

I push out my tongue, running it along his cheek, an odd need to taste him overcoming me. He grunted, hips flexing up, his hardness. smacking against me. His fingers dig into my hips and then they sweep over to my bottom, gripping them.

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y wetting his boxers

My nips harden when one of his hand grip my breast and squeeze. His touch

him. Gosh I

out little sounds of pleasure as he rocked his hips up

desperate as I push off him. a

really see him but I feel him when I wrap my fingers around his girth. Oh hell. He really is huge. I gulped. Even though there’s a little fear that he won’t fit, my

straddle him and with one hand push my panties aside and guided his tip at my entrance. He feels so hot in my

head of him into my very tight opening. My jaw slackened and his

descend on him, pulling him further into me. “Ohh,” I whimpered when

strangled breathing in the room, feel his pulsing length inside me, snuggled by my

do it.

did, with one push, I let him break through me and bit my tongue by the tight full feeling. My thighs shook and tears prick at

inside me, trying to adjust to the mere size of him. It feels like he had grown bigger if it was possible and I feared he’d stretch me

my hips, still pulsing inside me. It was as if he was trying to soothe me and it was working. My aching muscles begin to relax around him and the pain dulled

of him was inside me, every single inch. My walls squeezed around him and he groaned, nails digging back into my flesh. The sounds coming out

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as I lifted slightly, my walls gripping around him in reluctance to let him out. But if I don’t move

tip alone was inside me and slide on his length. He shuddered, pulsing and gripped my waist as I

the room as I bounced on his hardness. He filled me over and over and I swore he was growing. He pulsed, gasping

good. Why hadn’t I done this with

prickled with beads of sweat, on my forehead and even on my upper lip. His body seemed to be growing warmer too and the sounds that left his throat grew a

riding him. I could feel every inch of him, feel the tip of him nudge against my

as if he was fed up with my slow movements and was desperate. A scream tore

breathing and cries of pleasure. He hovered above me, so powerful and intimidating. He pressed

in the dark but he felt it. He cupped my breast, his thumb brushing against the lace material where my nips had beaded hard for him. I let out a strangled moan, his

hard he’s pounding into me right now. I don’t tell him it’s too much because I took all of it. I

inside me that made me let out a scream of

felt bad.

of him that I couldn’t think about anyone else or how loud

grunted above me, dropping his head on my chest and pushing down my bra to