Alpha Bully (Wolf Ridge High 1)

I didn’t know that was a thing, either, but I’m sure he’s right. My pussy is molten. He holds his thumb over my anus.

“Clamp my dick again with those thighs.”

I obey. It seems I will do anything he asks of me. Spread my legs, close them, offer my ass up for a spanking.

I close my thighs as tight as I can again around his cock and he fucks me again, all the while rubbing my anus and making me squirm.

“You’re going to tell me when you need punishment,” he says. “If you need to let off steam. If you need to cry. Need to feel. And we’ll come here and I’ll spank this ass red, Pink. And I’ll always leave you feeling good. I promise you that.” He seems to get tired of the position again. It must hard for him because he has to bend his knees so much to be at the right level. He turns me around, picks me up and sits my bare ass on the wood of the table.

I squeal, not because the table isn’t smooth, but it just feels wrong. He grunts, lifts me back off—the guy is hella strong!—and yanks off his t-shirt. He spreads it on the table, then picks me back up. The moment my ass hits the t-shirt, he pushes me onto my back and slides his hands under my pelvis. When he lifts my hips in the air and licks into me in this position, I cry out and clamp my thighs around his ears, throw my legs over his broad shoulders.

“Cole!”

“Keep saying it, baby.” He nips my outer lips, then returns to the eager licking.

“Cole, Cole, Cole,” I chant and he laughs against me.

“You gonna wait until I tell you to come this time?”

My brain’s getting to fuzzy to dissect his words. Everything is a haze of pleasure and sensation. Heat and desire.

“Cole… Cole.”

“Not until I tell you,” he warns.

I finally understand. I’m supposed to wait to orgasm. Orgasm on command.

Is that how this works? I’ve never heard of such a thing, but I’m not exactly well-versed. Turns out there’s a lot more than just moving parts.

He shifts one of his hands and works his thumb into my pussy, all the while sucking and flicking with his tongue. “Now, Pink,” he says, then suctions his mouth over me, while fucking me with his thumb and finding my back hole with one of his fingers.

I scream.

I shudder.

I come.

Hard.

Cole

I’m seriously going to die. My balls are swollen and aching, my dick is harder than granite. And something about Bailey makes me want to do dirty things with her. I’ve watched a lot of porn—like every eighteen-year-old male—and right now, I have the nastiest ideas in my head.

When she finishes coming, I shift my arms all the way up to her shoulders to scoop her off the table. I set her down in the center of it and rearrange my t-shirt underneath her. I could give her a verbal command. She’s been gloriously obedient, which gives me this heady confidence to do whatever the fuck I want with her. But there’s also something hot about not telling. Just moving her body. Like she’s a fuck-doll just for me.

And of course, the thrill is always seeing whether she’ll let me do it or not. She’s into this as much as I am, even though there is humiliation. But is it degrading if she wants it, too? That’s what she’ll have to figure out, I guess. I’m just riding this thing out because I feel like a fucking rock star right now and I haven’t even come yet.

I push her to her back, then roll her to her belly. She lets me.

It’s fucking glorious.

“Looks like today’s the day I’m going to fuck your ass,” I tell her.

When she squeezes her butt tight and whirls to look over her shoulder in alarm, I smirk, fisting my erection. “Just the cheeks, though.” I straddle her thighs and grip her two asscheeks. She’s still tense, so I smack one side. “Relax them, Pink. You can squeeze after I slide my cock in.”

She’s confused, which doesn’t surprise me. I don’t think girls watch porn like guys do. Or at least, if they do, it’s probably not the shit I’ve seen.

“Take it easy, babygirl.” I pinch a wide section of her ass and shake it. “I’m not going to put it in you. Just between, like I did with your thighs.”

She peeks back at me her big doll eyes swimming with heat and vulnerability. “Promise?”

“Promise, baby.”

She relaxes and I tuck my cock between her cheeks with a dollop of spit. I push them together around my length, my thumbs meeting over her crack to keep me from popping out as I glide back and forth.

“Fuuuuuuck,” I groan. The visual is smoking hot. The sensation, even better. I snap my hips, tunneling through her asscheeks, glorying in this hot-as-fuck act. It feels taboo and filthy. I’ve had sex with three girls before Bailey, but nothing’s come close to this, and I haven’t even been inside her yet.