The Alpha's Obsession

Episode4

Heather was positioned between my legs, pinning my back to the ground. I struggled as hard as I could, but his grip was too strong. My thighs slipped over the slick muscles of his abdomen as I tried to reposition myself. He moved closer, held me more securely, and his pelvis pushed into the softness between my thighs. A burst of lust ignited inside me as his big package brushed my s*x, and I moaned despite myself.

“You need to focus,” Heather said, panting slightly. His golden eyes bore into mine, hypnotic and piercing. “If you really want to learn to defend yourself, focus is the key.”

But even as he spoke, I felt him hardening in his shorts, pushing against the fabric of my tights. My pelvis thrust automatically as his c**k brushed against me.

“I think you're the one who needs to focus,” I giggled, biting my lip. Heather growled sexily, and I felt the deep reverberations of the sound tingling inside me.

Still holding my arms pinned over my head, Heather leaned down to kiss me. His lips were burning hot. His tongue slipped inside my mouth and another surge of lust rose swirling up inside me.

Heather pulled away, his breath becoming ragged with hunger. His hands left mine and moved to my tank top. His fingers curled around the fabric, brushing against my n*****s, which hardened under his touch. Heather tore the top open down the middle, and I squealed as my curvaceous breasts bounced free.

His strength was almost scary sometimes. But it was sexier than it was frightening, seeing how much he wanted me.

I arched my back, pushing my breasts towards him, and his mouth found them instantly, kissing my chest, sucking my n*****s. He bit softly and I gasped, burying my hands in his dark hair.

Heather moved lower. My n*****s tingled and hardened as he kissed his way down my abdomen. His lips left a trail of goosebumps beneath my belly button.

Not for the first time, I found myself amazed at my new-found lack of self-consciousness. I used to hate lovers touching my belly. I was afraid of what they thought of my curves, was afraid to reveal myself to them.

But it was different with Heather. The fear melted into anticipation every time his fiery, golden eyes set on me. The animalistic hunger that I felt emanating from him – hunger for me – made me feel wanted.

It made me feel beautiful.

Heather's fingers hooked beneath the fabric of my tights and my panties, and he quickly tore them down. His mouth, wet and hot, was on the smooth-shaved skin of my pubic mound, then he was kissing the hollow of my thigh. I gasped and gripped his hair tightly – the sensations were simultaneously tickling me, and making me horny as hell.

I was naked now, arching my back in response to Heather's touch. His mouth was only inches away from my dripping s*x. I parted my thighs for him.

A warm burst of pleasure, a tremble of my thighs, as his tongue ran up my wet slit. His mouth settled on my c******s and he began to lick, and I moaned softly. Sweat beaded on my forehead as alternating shivers of cold and waves of heat intertwined inside me.

Heather sucked lightly on my c******s, lapped faster, and waves of bliss rolled through my body. His hands gripped my thighs, fingers digging into flesh as he held them apart, and my legs contracted involuntarily on either side of his head.

My hands scrabbled at the carpet as I squirmed there, with Heather's mouth between my legs. My entire being was on the tip of his rolling, lapping tongue; bolts of electricity shot through me with each expert flick.

A hot flush flowed up my spine, and I knew I was going to c*m.

Heather knew it too. He could tell by my panting breath. He slowed down as I teetered on the precipice, squirming and thrusting into his face, and he held me there, on the brink of explosion, teasing me with the tip of his tongue. I was on the edge, so close ...

Heather pulled his face away just before I came. I felt him repositioning, and lifted my head to see that he had removed his shorts. His c**k was fully erect now, longer and thicker than anything I had ever taken before. I could see the pre-c*m glistening on its huge, bulbous head.

He settled over me swiftly, coming to rest on his elbows. I felt the tip of his c**k brushing my wet, pulsing p***y and I, still swirling near the edge of orgasm, nearly came, from just that slight touch.

I needed him inside me.

I wrapped my arms around his back and tried to bring him closer. But he drew the moment out, giving me no more than the thick head of his d**k. I squirmed for more.

“Please,” I gasped. He grinned wolfishly at me, enjoying my need. As much as he wanted me, he loved to tease me too. But I had to have his c**k inside me, more than anything. “Please Heather, f**k me now,” I said.

Heather kissed me on the mouth, his lips still slick with my juices, and I tasted myself, tasted how turned on I was.

As Heather's lips drew away from mine, his abdomen hardened. He thrust his c**k deep inside me.

I moaned and shuddered as he filled me completely. My p***y was tight and wet around his immense girth. He began to f**k me hard, thrusting to my core, and already I was cumming, my back arching as I moaned into his ear. My cunt contracted tight on his d**k, which only intensified the explosions of pleasure that rippled through me. I was squeezing him, my thighs contracting and trembling around his waist, and he just thrust faster, deeper. He groaned into my ear, and I knew he was relishing the feeling of me cumming on his c**k.

He slowed his thrusts now, guiding me through my orgasm. It flowed through me from head to toe, hot and tumultuous, and my fingernails dug into Heather's back. I was drenched in sweat. Our abdomens slid over one another, finally coming to a halt.

“Turn around.” Heather's voice was gravelly, thick with pleasure. His teeth looked sharp, his golden eyes blazing, and I knew that the wolf was surging through him, just beneath his surface. He pulled out of me, and I took my legs from around his waist.

Heather grabbed my hips and flipped me over, onto my belly. The ease with which he handled my curvaceous figure always astounded me – his strength seemed limitless. He lifted me onto my hands and knees, gripping my hip with one

hand and my shoulder with the other, pulling me towards him.