My Fake Fling

He backed me against the wall, his lower body pushing against mine and pinning me to the wall. I tore at his clothing. I had to have him naked. He was pushing my scrubs down and trying to pull my top over my head at the same time. Our franticness was doing nothing to actually get us undressed. I managed to get my hand between us and shoved him backward.

“Strip,” I gasped.

While he tore off his clothes, I pulled mine off. He was done a lot faster than I was. His mouth covered mine before sliding down my neck while he pushed my panties down. His skin was hot against mine. I rubbed myself against him with my hands roaming over his back.

“I want you,” I said.

“You’re going to have me,” he answered before dropping his mouth to my breast.

My head went back and hit the wall. The pleasure radiated through me. He slipped one hand between my legs and quickly found my very core. Two fingers pushed inside me. I cried out and kissed him to the point of making us both dizzy.

“Come for me,” he whispered.

I couldn’t stop my body from reacting. I never thought I was into the alpha thing, but with him, I wanted to surrender. I wanted him to dominate me.

“Come, dammit,” he growled. His other hand reached into my hair and pulled. His mouth dropped to my nipple and sucked hard.

“Oh shit!” I called out as the orgasm slammed into me.

“That’s it. That’s my girl.”

He lifted me up a few inches and pulled me against him. My legs wrapped around him as he plunged inside me. Pure ecstasy pumped through my veins. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him against me. He pumped into me, over and over. My back slid up and down the wall.

“More,” I demanded. “I need more.”

“Oh, now who’s bossy?” he teased.

“I can’t get enough,” I moaned. “I need more.”

He pulled my body from the wall and walked to the bed. He dropped me to my feet before spinning me around. His hands grabbed my wrists and lifted my hands to one of the tall bedposts of his four-poster bed.

“You might want to hold on,” he ordered.

I grabbed the pole, arched my back, and thrust out my ass. He slapped me once before grabbing my hips and thrusting inside me. He thrust violently against me, pushing deep inside over and over. It felt so good I nearly cried. My breasts bounced with every thrust. I listened to the sounds he made. Sounds of pure carnal pleasure. I loved that he was enjoying this as much as I was.

“Is this it?” I managed to get out the words through my heavy breathing.

“Is what it?” His voice sounded feral.

“This. Wild. Hot. Fucking. This is what you wanted, right?”

“Yes,” he growled. “Is that what you want?”

He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back. His hand slid around my neck, holding my chin in place while he passionately kissed me.

“Yes!”

His hand dropped to my breast and squeezed. I cried out with a combination of pleasure and pain. He never stopped moving. Never stopped giving me pleasure. We fell into the orgasm together with his arm wrapped tightly around my waist, anchoring me to him. When it was done, we fell onto the bed together with him still holding me against him.

He kissed the back of my neck and over my shoulder. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

I laughed softly. “I think I might understand.”

“How can you not after that?” he asked.

“It’s the adrenaline rush,” I said.

“I think we should put ourselves in a life or death situation at least once a week.”