Stone (Obsessed Alpha 1)

She’s so painfully tight that I freeze and pray that I didn’t hurt her. She gasps, biting on her bottom lip to hold back the tears. “I’m sorry, Demi.”

“No, it’s better. It’s over.”

“I never want to see you cry, Sweets. You’re too precious for that.” Her pussy clenches around my length at my words.

I slide out almost all the way, leaving just an inch inside, then pump forward. She cries out, but this time it’s a soft moan for more. My mouth takes hers roughly as my cock pulses. I’m so close that I need her to be with me. I latch onto her nipple, sucking it between my teeth.

She moans arching and rolling her body and tormenting me until I thrust harder in and out of her. I attack her neck, kissing, nibbling and sucking on her beating pulse. Her hands run up my sides and over my shoulders, spurring me on to go faster. Slipping my hand under the back of her knee, I tug it around my waist, driving myself deeper into her womb.

“Your pussy’s so tight, it’s like you don’t want to let me go.”

“I don’t. I’m so full. Stone. I…you feel so good.”

“Demi, are you going to come for me again. I want to feel your pussy squeeze every drop of cum out of me like it’s demanding my seed. Do you want my cum?”

“Yes. Give me your cum, please. I want it all for me.” I slam into her over and over with my balls slapping her ass. The sound of our sweaty flesh meeting only makes me wilder.

“Sweets, it’s all for you. Now come for me,” I demand, hanging on by a thread. She tightens up, her nails digging into my skin and her pussy choking my cock. I feel her walls pulse as I flood her womb with jets of cum. “That’s it, Demi. Your pussy is pulling every drop out. Take your cum.”

She shakes and tosses her head back, panting as she rides out her orgasm on my dick. I slip my hands under her body and roll with her on top of me.

“Wow,” she sighs. I could take her all over again. My cock, although not completely hard, is still hard enough to fuck her brains out. If she keeps rolling her hips on me, it won’t be long before I’m filling her cunt up again.

She nestles her head against my chest, and I feel complete. I’m at peace with her in my arms. I didn’t realize how empty I was until she looked up at me. Now I’m never letting her go.

It takes us forever to move, but I don’t care. I love holding her in my arms.

My phone beeps with a text. I drag it off the nightstand with my one free arm and check it. It’s from Bridger. I’m back. Are you ready? Should I come back?

Give us another hour.

“Baby, we’ve got to get moving,” I mutter, nudging her.

“Okay,” she sighs.

It takes us the full hour to pack some clothes and take a quick shower. Bridger is back and waiting right on time. He helps me load the two suitcases into the back.

“Come on, let me take you home,” I tell her as I jump into the back with her.

Chapter Seven

Demi

His place is gorgeous. From top to bottom, it’s perfect. I’m so busy looking around the grand entrance that I miss him asking me something. Stone slides his arms around my waist from behind. “Hey, I was saying, you can change anything you don’t like. The house came this way.”

“Fully furnished?” I didn’t know they did things like that. Maybe it’s only a rich people thing.

“Yeah, well, these were the staging pieces that realtors use to make the house look appealing to potential buyers. When I put an offer on the house, I asked them to include the furniture.”

“Wow, it’s stunning. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“You haven’t seen it all.” I don’t need to see it all to know that the tastes are perfect for me. “Let me give you a tour, then we can spend the rest of the night doing whatever you like.”

“What do you do with your free time?” I wonder if he reads, watches television. I don’t even have cable, so I don’t know what’s on tv although, I hear there are hundreds of awesome shows to binge on.

“I don’t know. I usually work ten-hour days. Between work and gym, not much. I have a couple of friends I play baseball with during the summer. What do you do?”

“Read and do yoga.”

“Ah, that explains how flexible you are.” He wags his brows at me, making me giggle.

I nudge him with my elbow in his ribs. “Don’t get any ideas. I do a lot more reading and studying than yoga.”

“Hey, I’m just throwing it out there,” he says, then starts nibbling on my neck. I scrunch up and giggle as his whiskers tickle my cheek. “Sorry, baby. Come on, let me show you around our house.”