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

Avery’s pov

“F*ck.” he hissed, pulling back and ripping the boxer down my legs before tossing it down to the floor

He moves off the bed, standing at just the edge, his heated eyes staring between my legs as he hooked his fingers through his and and rid himself of every clothing blocking my view of his intimidating member.

I looked at it with wide eyes, a bit unable to accept that this huge thing. had entered me that night. No wonder I had been in pain ward an could barely walk.

He grabbed his hardness and stroked himself while looking at me with eyes that promised a night long of pleasure. “Open your legs for me V.” he demanded, his fingers wrapping around his base and I watch with fascination and hunger as his tip leaked pre c*m.

“Let me see what’s mine.” his pink tongue pushed between his lips and sweep across his lower lip to wet it.

I complied eagerly, my entire body buzzing with need. His blue darkened eyes locked on the spot that ached for him the most. As if to agree, my p*ssy clenched. Xade lets but a sound at the back of his throat that sounded so wild, it makes a shiver run down my spine and butterflies to flutter in my belly.

Such a pretty little p*ssy.” he groaned out raspily and joins me back. on the bed, his eyes on me and nowhere else. He leans down, his tip brushing my folds, teasing them with his head. I moaned, arching my back

This feels so good.

c*ck caressing between my p*ssy lips.” Who does it belong to?” I opened my legs wider, staring up at him as I moaned, “Yours,” just as the tip

as he fills me, his length and girth stretching my walls to accommodate him. My hand cupped his jaw as he looks at me intently. This is the second time he

make sure I could feel every single inch of him entering me, savoring

as the head of his c*ck brushes a tender spot. “More

His fingers dig into my hip, gliding down to the curve under my knees where he hikes them up

p*ssy clamping around his pulsing c*ck. “Like that

to see them

closer to me. His breathing is rough on my neck, his hold firm as if he wants to make sure that I do

skin. I nodded, moaning as I lock my legs around his waist. The sweet pleasure and pain feeling was only adding

he rasped over my skin, rolling his hips until I could feel the head

my breath hitched when he pressed deliciously on a

begging him to return and he did, with a powerful thrust and groan, he hit

he hit that sweet spot once more. “Harder,” I begged, nails scratching up his skin but he didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact,

squeak under us, the headboard hitting the poor wall with brutal thrust. The sounds leaving our lips dance across the room and the air around us grows thick with the scent of our arousal.

ankles and throwing them over his shoulders. With this new position, he