Sired to the alpha

Ryker

My need for her is all-consuming, overwhelming my other senses. Grasping her hip firmly with one hand, I stroke my thick head between her folds, gathering her slick arousal on my tip. Then I line up with her entrance and press inside her with one powerful thrust. She cries out, her fingers fisting around the sheets beneath me as she takes all of my considerable length into her tight p***y. She feels so insanely good, I’m on the brink of losing my load already.

"We can't keep doing this." She cry's as I thrust into her completely.

Ten minutes ago she was telling me to leave her alone.

This is heavenly.

She grinds eagerly trying to sit deeper on my thick c**k.

"Tell daddy how much you love it." I say grabbing ahold of her large round breast.

"I love it daddy, I love it." She cries bouncing up and down

I rub circles down on her c**t as she cries out on top of me.

"I'm cumming." She cries as she spasms deep on me I can feel myself getting close so I stop and pull out flipping her over into doggie.

"Oh f**k it's so good." She cries as I hit it from behind I pull hard on her long brown hair as her glasses flap on her face.

"Her thick ass slaps against the skin on my thighs as she cries out.

"Harder harder." She cries as I pound her harder I turn her around so she's on her back I push into her fast as she cries out.

"Hit me." She cries as I slap her face and then lean down and kiss her hard.

"f**k fuck." She moans as I feel my c**k getting harder in her.

We are onto our second hour and I've c*m twice I can feel myself getting close and I try to stop myself but it's to late she wraps her legs around me and cums around my c**k as I plant my seed deeply into her.

The room was quiet, save for the sound of her soft breathing and the faint rustle of the sheets as she shifted beside me. Her head rested on my chest, her hair spilling across my skin like silk. I traced absent patterns on her shoulder with my fingertips, grounding myself in the warmth of her body against mine.

I wasn’t one for moments like this. Intimacy without expectation, silence without awkwardness—it wasn’t something I was used to. But with her, it felt natural. Effortless. Like I’d finally found something I didn’t even know I’d been looking for.

Her fingers moved lightly over my stomach, and I tightened my arm around her instinctively, pulling her closer. She fit against me perfectly, like she was meant to be there. I could feel her heartbeat—steady, calm, a rhythm that matched mine. For someone who usually thrived in chaos, this kind of peace felt… dangerous.

“How are you feeling?” I asked, my voice low. It wasn’t a question I’d normally ask. But for her, I wanted to know. Needed to know.

She tilted her head to look up at me, her eyes meeting mine with that same unguarded vulnerability that had undone me earlier. “I’m… good,” she said softly, her voice hesitant but honest.

Good. It wasn’t much, but it was enough.

I brushed my fingers across her cheek, marveling at how soft her skin was. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into my touch, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment like she was letting herself trust me. It was a small thing, but it meant everything.

“You deserve good,” I murmured. “You deserve calm.”

She didn’t respond right away, but I could see the words settling over her like a blanket, warming her in ways I couldn’t entirely understand. I didn’t press her to say anything. For now, it was enough to have her here, in my arms, without the weight of the outside world pressing down on us.

As she nestled closer, her head resting just below my chin, I let my hand wander up to her hair. I ran my fingers through it slowly, savoring the way it felt, the way she sighed softly in response.

I didn’t say it out loud, but I couldn’t help thinking it: she was changing me. The walls I’d built, the ones that had kept everyone at arm’s length for so long, were starting to crack. And it scared the hell out of me.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

She didn’t answer right away, and I wondered if I’d pushed too far. But then she shifted, propping herself up on her elbow to look at me. Her gaze was searching, as if she was trying to figure me out.

“I’m thinking that this… this is a lot more than I expected,” she admitted, her voice quiet but steady.

A lot more than I expected. The words hit me harder than they should have. I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting when I first met her, but it sure as hell wasn’t this. This connection. This need.

“Yeah?” I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corners of my mouth. “I’m not surprised. I’ve never been anyone’s easy choice.”

Her brows furrowed, and for a second, I thought I might have said too much. But then she laughed softly, the sound washing over me like a balm. “Why do you make everything so complicated?”

“Because it wouldn’t be worth it if it wasn’t,” I said, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

Her expression softened, and for a moment, I thought she might say something. But instead, she leaned down and kissed me—softly, slowly, like she was trying to tell me everything she couldn’t put into words. I kissed her back just as gently, my hand slipping to the back of her neck to hold her there.

When she finally pulled away, her lips curved into a small, teasing smile. “You’re still not making this easy, are you?”

I grinned, letting my hand fall back to her waist as I pulled her down beside me. “Who said anything about easy?”

She laughed, the sound muffled against my chest as she settled back into my arms. “I think I might be in trouble.”

I tightened my hold on her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Maybe. But you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.”

And so was I.