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

Avery’s pov

I blushed deeply, feeling the heat on my cheeks. He’s practically dying yet jokes with me. “That’s not what I meant,” I whispered, playfully glaring at him. He grinned and lean in to kiss me again.

My heart begins to pound with anticipation as the kiss grows more fierce and hot, hungry. We both moaned when our tongues tangled together, gasping when center brush against the hard bulge under me.

The world, our situation, the end results of what may happen after this seem to fade away as we get consumed by each other.

I moaned softly, rolling my hips, brushing my center against his hot hardness under me as the heat between our bodies grew. He gripped my hips hard, tightening, urging me to continue as he lets out a groan.

The friction brought intense pleasure to me and I moaned into his mouth and he trapped my lower lip between his teeth to pull and nip. ” Xade,” I breathed out, trembling in his arms.

Avery,” he groaned, his voice thick with need. “I need you,” he groaned in a raspy tone as his fingers skim every part of me slowly as if he was memorizing every curve and dip.

“Then take me,” I moaned, my voice barely audible as I rolled my hips harder and faster, intoxicated by the feel of his hardness against my center. Drunk in the scent of his skin, his breath and the way his skin felt against mine.

trailing hotly across my flesh. Goosebumps rise from his touch and I gasped, arching closer to him. His lips pull away only to trail open mouth kisses down

I shudder. His fingers move up

breast, his thumb circling around the harden bud which

hand through his hair, gripping the strands tight when he trailed down hot opened

his touch and his kisses and

breathe out in both urgency and need, my fingers clutching the hem of his shirt and tug it up and over his head. He pulled away and

were now completely red. My fingers splayed across his broad chest, fingers tracing across his skin

down his pants and kicked them off to the side. “I would have liked to take my time with pleasuring you,” he whispered, his eyes drowning in mine, holding me captive as I lift off of

me. I licked my lips and crawl back on his lap, straddling him. “I know,” I whispered, me too upset that we can’t savor

twitches and lets out an animalistic growl as I teasingly stroke him. His

needed to be

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