Craving My Dad’s Alpha Bestfriend

Chapter Five: Pure rage

~ Rosette~

Damn. The size of it alone. Gigantic. Huge. Thick. And everything in between.

A beast in full display.

Fifteen f*****g inches of Alpha c**k, with massive balls swinging from right to left.

His hands couldn’t even wrap around it fully, that was how f*****g thick, how heavy it was. The head was red, swollen, stretched from the friction like it could burst at any second.

He whimpered. “f**k… Rose. What are you doing to me? What do you have on me? God. I want to tear you apart. I want to fill you in until your legs can’t work anymore. I want to bury myself deep inside you. So deep. f**k. f**k. Fuck.”

His voice broke. Raw. Hungry.

Like a man who had already destroyed me a thousand times in his head already.

Like a man starved of oxygen.

Like I was the only breath his body knew how to take.

And when he finally moved his hand, pumping fast from the base to the swollen angry head.

Fuck.

My whole body shuddered from lust itself.

I was drenched. Completely. Leaking for a man who hadn’t even touched me.

My thighs clamped together as if they could hold me from falling apart.

From the ruin.

From the damage.

But they couldn't, my body betrayed me even before I could think.

Because just there. Just right there.

My fingers flew my cunt, soaked, sticky, in need. Every leak dropped hot on the floor.

Oh f**k. Oh f**k.

And I circled, devouring my eyes on a d**k three times my p***y.

The glossy tip, enormously pink, veins taut, built like the filthiest promise.

I imagined it inside my p***y. The length of it.

It would never fit. Not even half way. Not an inch close.

Not without breaking me first, not without shattering every inch of control I had left.

He pumped harder, faster this time.

His hand was trembling, his hips jerked forward with every thrust.

Fucking fifteen goddamn inches of pure alpha rage.

My whole body was on fire.

Eyes ablaze.

Sweat sliding down the ridge of his abs.

He moaned louder. Deeper. Hungrier.

Claiming me with his voice.

“Ah ah Rose. Yes. Yes. Yes. f*****g yes. Rose.”

“I’m going to tear that little cunt open. I’m going to fill you in so good, you won’t survive my rage.”

And I only rubbed harder, rougher, faster. Muffling back a moan. My skin flushed. My n*****s tightened so hard, I could swear it was seconds away from ripping through my dress .

Then his thumb grazed the angry head, sweeping a bead of percum. Straight to his lips, like he wasn’t thinking at all. And he licked it. He f*****g licked it.

I shuddered, dropping to the floor, every ounce of pleasure exploding out of me like a hit to my spine.

And just then.

Right there.

His eyes hit me.

The room went still.

His gaze locked on me, drenched in molten, fiery or something even darker.

I couldn’t tell which.

All I saw was flames burning deep with a f*****g edge of desire.

I didn't wait to process it. I didn’t wait to register it.

I stood, stumbling back into the hallway, my legs trembling under me, my chest heaving, heartbeat pounding with every second.

The heat of him.

The memory of the gaze.

It clung to me like a second skin and I wanted nothing more than to disappear away from him.

I slammed the door to my room shut and leaned against it, as if it could shield me from the consuming wildfire.

I didn’t even bother going back to the party.

I couldn’t.

How could I?

Not with my cheeks burned hotter than the flames I just felt.

Not with my hand shaking from the shame or guilt crawling beneath my skin.

Not when the memory still playing in my head.

The lust.

Desire.

Drolling.

Eyes blurring.

Fist tight.

Lips parted.

Voice trembling with need.

Fuck.

The way he said my name like I’m a secret he’s been starving to taste.

This is wrong.

So wrong.

Sin drenched in danger. The kind of danger I shouldn’t crave, yet couldn’t pull away from.

Or was it the way my body answered to his every movement, like they were only his to obey, to submit.

The way my n*****s stiffened, begging to be touched, to be stroked.

The way he f****d and punished his hand like that was me.

And God help me.

I wished it was me.

My p***y wrapped around him, shoving his c**k, every slide of that fifteen inches alpha beast on me.

I wouldn’t mind.

I’ll take it in.

All the pleasure.

The ruin.

The damage like a f*****g b***h.

I pushed myself up and dragged my body to the mirror.

Then slid down on the floor.

The silk dress was soaked, clinging to my t**s like a foreign skin. Maybe it was from the sweat. Water. Drink. I didn't f*****g care.

I yanked it off and threw it to the bed.

I was bare. Completely.

No panties. No bra. No shame.

Nipples poking, stiff like they can rip out any minute.

Skin flushed. Legs shaking.

Oozing with my own juices.

Coated. Drenched. Sticky.

I spread my legs apart. Wide.

My thighs glistening under the low lights like oil.

Pussy smiling back at me.

Glossy pink. f*****g pink.

Creamy. Slick. White juices and swollen from the impact.

My c**t pulsed desperately. It was tender and red.

I traced my fingers upward between my thighs.

And I f*****g gasped.

Curling them inside my cunt. Hot and needy.

And I rolled my hips, riding and stroking faster than the last. My legs nearly gave out.

My knee weakened.

My mouth fell open.

I kept going, harder and faster, biting hard on my lower lip until I tasted blood.

This was the height of it. Every arousal hitting harder than a slap to the face.

I arched off the floor, toe curling, and body straining.

My fingers pushed deeper, even though I knew it wasn't enough.

It wasn't even doing justice.

The ache was still there, my p***y dribbling in c*m latching on my fingers, my cheeks red. Clits twitching from the need, the f*****g want.

A moan torn through me, every ounce of my climax blasting through like lightning.

The gaze of my reflection in the mirror suddenly became a blur, I felt the chills squeeze my lungs, my breath gone ragged. My legs shook uncontrollably.

God. I want him here.

I f*****g want him.

Between my thighs.

Fucking me raw against this floor.

Hard. Fast. Deep like he did in my head for the past two years now.

Like the thousand different ways he’d f**k me in my dreams.

Like the way his massive c**k.

His intense eyes.

His f*****g tongue.

Makes me see the stars.

He knew I was there. He wanted me to see it. He wanted this. To torture me. To damage me.

Because it was working.

He has finally ruined —.

Before I could say it. Before I could complete those words, I heard it like a shock through my veins.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Who the hell could that be?