His Mail Order Bride (Alpha Men 1)

I was wrong.

“Good. Now get on the bed, before I fuck you just like this,” I tell her, already standing up behind her.

She gets on the bed, settling on her hands and knees. She looks back at me just as I push my pants down. I don’t have it in me to take them all the way off. I need in her now. I hold my shaft tightly, raking it through the juices on her pussy and teasing her clit.

“You’re not going anywhere, Carly. You belong here, with me,” I tell her as she rocks against my cock, trying to pull it where she wants, but I don’t let that happen.

“Stone,” she cries and I don’t know if it’s because of what I’m telling her or the fact that I keep teasing her already primed pussy with my cock.

“I wanted to give you slow and easy, baby. But I can’t right now. This is going to go hard and fast, but I promise to make it up to you later and give you romance.”

“Just hurry,” she whimpers.

“Reach down and play with your clit, honey. Touch yourself for me.”

I watch as she does exactly what I say. My eyes are glued to her fingers, moving over her clit and her body rocking into it as she begins to build her own orgasm. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful, but I can’t admire it long. I’m about to go off myself, and when I do I want inside of her.

I pull my shaft back until it’s primed at her entrance, my hands grab her hips and then I push inside, not stopping until I’m balls deep. All thought of going easy with her is gone. She’ll take me like this, because she needs this as much as I do.

I grunt and just hold myself like this: deep in her depths, the muscles of her pussy clenching on my shaft and her body trying to fight free of my hold so she can ride me.

It’s fucking heaven.

“Stone, honey. Please move,” Carly urges, still teasing her clit faster and faster in hopes of getting where she wants on her own. No chance of that. When this pussy comes it will be because I make it.

“You’re not going anywhere, Carly. Say it. I want to hear the fucking words,” I growl, pulling out of her—only to slam straight back in.

“I’m not… Oh God, honey. I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here with you, Stone,” she murmurs, her head down while I begin fucking her in earnest. I ride her body hard, slamming into her so deep that she can probably taste me. She doesn’t complain. Her head is thrown back and I can feel her pussy grabbing my dick, needing to come so bad her body is thrusting back to meet me with each withdraw. “I’m close, Stone. I’m so close,” she whimpers.

“Come for me, Carly. Come for me,” I growl because I can feel my own climax. My balls are tight and I know when I unload inside of her, I’m going to fill her full.

“Yes…” she cries and just like that she goes over the edge, her orgasm shattering and her body contorting in the most beautiful shape I’ve ever seen. Her back bowed, her head back and her entire body trembling. Her pussy has clamped down so tight on my cock, milking it, that I lose it just a moment later, following her.

Chapter Twenty-One

Carly

The moment Stone pulls out of me I sink down on the mattress, my legs unable to hold me anymore and my arms just as limp. I roll to my side, my eyes closed and my breath so ragged it can be heard all through the room.

I hear Stone’s footsteps. I manage to open at least one eye and see him walking to the forgotten shower to turn it off.

“I need to clean up,” I mumble, and I have no idea how loud I said that, or if he can even hear me.

I get my answer a few moments later, when he lies down beside me, spooning me, my back to his front, our legs tangled. He takes his much larger hand and links his fingers through my smaller ones. Then he brings our joined hands between my legs. I can feel the stickiness there and if I had the energy I’d probably blush. Right now that would take too much effort.

He pushes our hands against my pussy, holding it firm.

“My cum doesn’t leave your body, Carly. We’ll hold it in there. I want it all inside of you, baby.”

Whoa. Did he just say that?

“But… Stone…” I start and then stop talking, because I have no idea what to say.

“I want you pregnant with my baby, Carly. I want it,” he admits and his answer stops my breath mid-exhale. My chest goes tight.