Bound to the Alpha

10

“Your body is beautiful,” he says in a deep voice that sends tremors aching through me. “I knew my mate would have curves.”

I don’t know why he keeps calling me his mate, but I kind of like it. Almost as much as I like having his eyes on me.

His big hands come up and he cups my wet naked breasts and rubs his thumbs over my n*****s, making them even harder. My heart is pounding and I can’t seem to think straight with his eyes and hands on me like this.

“That cry that came out of your sexy lips,” he growls. “Was that you cumming?”

I nod my head up and down as I stare into his dark eyes. “Yes.”

He drops to his knees and I gasp. His shirt and jeans are completely soaked as he stares up at me.

“You’re in my house and any moans that come out of your sexy little mouth are going to be caused by me. Got it?”

I nod.

With his big hands, he grabs my legs, picks me up, and throws my thick thighs over his round shoulders. I can’t breathe. My naked p***y is spread open in front of his face.

He stares at it for a long moment then gives it a soft kiss.

His lips on mine send lightning shooting through my body. I’ve barely recovered when he dives in and devours me.

He doesn’t start slow or tenderly, he eats my p***y like he’s got seconds to live. I cry out even louder than before as his hot glorious tongue moves through my folds and pushes deep into my hole. His lips wrap around my swollen c**t and he sucks it mercilessly as my back flattens against the cold tiles and whimpers come flying out of my mouth.

I’m breathing heavily and loving every excruciating moment as I look down at his beautiful body. His wet shirt is plastered to his back and I can see every tight muscle rippling and clenching as he buries his face between my trembling legs.

An orgasm comes rushing forward even faster than before. The scream that rips from my lungs is deafening as my whole body combusts. His grip on my ass tightens and his tongue moves even faster as I coat his relentless mouth with my virgin cream.

The back of my head is pressed against the hard tile and I’m moaning, whimpering, choking out breaths as he keeps going and going and going…

…giving me one hard orgasm after another…

Until I’m putty in his hands…

Ethan

This little p***y is so f*****g sweet. She’s got to be a virgin.

Her body is still shuddering from the last orgasm, but I can’t stop eating her out. I’m not ready to leave and as long as she keeps creaming out this sweet syrup, I’m going to stay here and drink it up.

Her legs are trembling over my shoulders and every so often, her thick thighs clamp around my head when I hit the right spot. My palms are gripping her soft ass cheeks as she makes the sexiest moans and cries imaginable. I’m so f*****g hard and every time she moans my name, I nearly c*m in my pants like a damn teenager.

The water from the shower has soaked my clothes straight through and I’d take everything off if I could leave this delicious spot even for a second, but I can’t.

I pull my head back just to see how pink her hot little p***y is. “f**k,” I moan. I didn’t know that shade of pink existed. I run my thumb up her soft folds and then rub her c**t in tight circles as I look up at her.

Her ripe young t**s are hanging over my head, swaying and bouncing in the most inviting way. Her hard n*****s are almost as pink as her wet cunt is and my mouth waters with the need to taste every inch of them. But one thing at a time. Her spread p***y is in front of my face and I’m not ready to move on just yet.

I dip my head back in between her soft thighs and tease her little crease with my tongue. Her fingers slide into my wet hair and she grips it in fistfuls. Another rush of warm juice comes out and I greedily lick it up and spread it over my lips and chin. I want to be tasting her for days. I want to walk around and smell her cunt wherever I go.

Her little trembles turn into violent shakes as I suck on her c**t again. Her back arches off the tiles and then slams back onto it as she screams my name. “f**k, Ethan!” I lick her harder as she flies over the edge, giving me a fresh load of cream. Her warm p***y pulses against my chin as she shakes like she’s having a seizure up there. Her grip on my hair tightens and I think I might be bald by the time we finally leave this shower.

“How many orgasms is that, peaches?” I ask her when the worst of the shaking is over.

She covers her eyes with her hand as she breathes heavily. I’m looking up at her, but my eyes keep going to her voluptuous t**s that bounce up and down with every heavy breath.

“I don’t know,” she answers in gasps and moans. “Four? Five? They’re just blurring into one now…”

Only five? I can do a little better than that.

I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m a thirty-six-year-old virgin, by choice. I could have had loads of women throughout the years. I’ve had numbers and hotel rooms shoved in my hands, I’ve had women throw themselves at me and whisper the nastiest things in my ears. I’ve even woke up to a naked woman in my room, but I told her what I told all of the others: I’m not interested. I was never interested in anyone but my mate.

No other woman turned me on, so it wasn’t hard to say no. They didn’t tempt me at all. Sure, I thought they were pretty, some even sexy, but that didn’t mean I wanted them.

I only wanted her.

My mate.

Chloe.

I didn’t know her at the time, but she was the only girl who got me going. I’d lay awake at night and touch myself, thinking about how her p***y would feel on my mouth and clamped down around my c**k. I’m happy to say it feels even better than how I imagined it.