I Can’t Help It

~Valerie~

I drag my shorts down completely, my veins blazing, raw molten heat running through my body.

My chest rises and falls sharply, every breath hot with my sinful urgency.

This is reckless. Fucking dangerous.

I shouldn’t be doing this, but it’s beyond me. I can’t help it.

My shorts lie discarded in the room. I push up my top, baring my tits to the open air. Hard. Perky. Heavy.

I cup my palms around them and squeeze, humming quietly, rolling the hard, perky nubs with my thumbs.

My breath grows harsh, thickening as I rub harder. I arch my back, lowering my naked ass onto the rods of my heels.

I’m too lost in my head, with no care or shame that anyone could enter and see me like this.

Naked. Needy. Tainted. Horny. Dripping.

Fuck.

I’m scared. My stomach is tied in knots. But the rational part of me decided long before I could think.

My heat presses into the cold tiled floor, and I draw in a sharp breath. I imagine it’s his tongue. I imagine it’s him beneath me right now. That it’s his heavy, solid hands, veiny and thick, fondling my tits.

I bite my lower lip, grinding my teeth against it as I reach behind me and push my right hand between my ass, up to my clit. I slide my fingers through the lips.

Wet. Lush. Oozy.

Fuck. I’m so damn messy, slickened, soaked. My fingers tap against the damp, slippery flesh, gliding through the trail.

I think of him, right here behind me. His hands holding my waist, hard and tight.

I push a finger into my tight hole and gasp, my lips falling open. It hurts.

I fucking hate putting anything in there because it hurts every damn time, no matter how tiny it is. But I want him deep inside me. I want to feel him. I can’t help it.

I push the finger in a little deeper, sucking in my breath. I start to move it slowly, in and out, my hips grinding and thrusting into it.

I squeeze my eyes against the pain, panting and focusing on the sensation, on the sweet pleasure my body is giving me.

I imagine it’s his cock. Thick. Hard. Huge. Even if it rips my hole, I don’t care. Even if he’s bigger than my imagination, I don’t care.

I’m no longer ashamed, or caring that I’m tainted with all sorts of nasty, corrupt thoughts in my head. I don’t even dare call on the Moon Goddess for mercy anymore, because I keep coming back. I keep spreading my thighs and moaning his name.

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve asked for forgiveness, only to go to sleep and wake up sweaty, sticky, my hands between my thighs, creamed and soaked.

I won’t fucking stop, and she knows it too. Even now, when I could be discovered, I’m butt-ass stripped, dripping and aching for more.

My pulse ticks with every breath, my nipples hardening as his cock pushes deep inside my grimy pussy.

A rigid, hard rod skewering into my core, ramming into me without mercy.

My knees dig into the ground, my big, round, fleshy ass bouncing with every jerk of my hips.

Yes, Alpha. Please fuck me harder. Push that cock deeper. Please, claim me. Take me, take me, take it all.

I want to feel all of him. I want his hard, plain chest pressing into my back. I want his harsh breath fanning my cheeks. I want his hands on me, fuck, I want everything.

I want him all.

Come, Daddy. Come take me. Ruin me. Use me. Don’t let me ever forget what you feel like inside my hole.

Oh yes. Yesss. Yesss. Make me your home. Use me anytime. I want your knot, Alpha. I want it. Knot me.

He grows inside me, his thrusts becoming wild, faster, stretching me out.

More. More, please. I need you.

My other hand drops to the floor. My body quickens its pace, bouncing on my fingers.

Harder. Yeah… fast. Yes, Daddy. Oh gods, yeah. Mmm… oh, yeah…

My legs hurt. My thighs quiver painfully. I shift, dragging my legs closer and resting my ass on my crossed feet.

My skin is flushed, torrid heat branding me all over, a wet drizzle of sweat trickling down my neck.

My ears tingle. My heartbeat races. I’m panting, groaning, my moans turning into cries.

I can’t control myself anymore. My body is writhing beyond my capacity.

A slick trail hits the tiles as I bounce violently, my knees screaming in pain as I tremble with need.

My teeth chatter amidst my cries, my throat drying out, my chest seizing.

My eyes widen as a smothering wave tears through me. I groan, moaning, struggling to catch my breath.

My finger continues to dig in, my thighs pressing close, humping my hand.

My back arches, straightening. I bite my lip hard, so hard I can almost taste blood.

Another wave washes over me. I cry deep in my throat, biting my lip harder as my muscles shiver, the ache between my legs demanding release.

Slick warmth coats my hand, my body trembling in hot, scorching heat.

My toes flex, stretching out. My eyes roll back in my head.

Everything hurts. Everywhere. Taunting. Straining.

Just a little more.

Yeah.

My pussy clenches, gripping my finger tightly, strangling it. The walls seep fire around it.

Plush. Sloppy. Grimy.

I swallow and sigh.

Alpha Ronan, please… please…

My voice breaks, choked.

My neck aches from the weight of my head thrown back.

Don’t stop. Just a little more.

I’m almost there.

I can’t be found like this, not when I’m supposed to be cleaning the bottle.

What if someone comes in now? What if they demand for the drinks?

My head starts to hurt, different assumptions coils in my brain.

Then I hear a shift.

Slight. Scrappy.

My stomach sinks.

A knock comes.

“Valerie?”

Gunnar.

The manager.

Oh noooo…

My head snaps up. My eyes flicker to the door.

Still closed.

“Are you still there?” His voice comes again.

My muscles tense as another orgasm rips through me.

“Yesss…” I groan, managing to sound normal.

My heart squeezes. My eyes glue to the door.

Don’t come in. Don’t smell me.

Please, just go.

“Alright. I’m going to be in the bar if you need anything.”

My teeth clench. Loud sounds build in my throat, hanging there. I can’t swallow them down.

“Did you hear me?”

“Yes. Yesss…”

I groan, quickly pressing my hand over my lips as my body writhes with the intense heat.

“Okay.”

The soft sound of his retreating footsteps echoes in my ears. Too fucking loud.

I exhale.

My hands drop as the sound in my throat dies. I fall forward, my aching nipples hitting the cold floor, my legs thrown out awkwardly around me.

My chest rises and falls, my breath harsh and rushing.

A drop of sticky liquid glides down my clit, creaming the already drenched spot beneath my thighs.

Pent-up, cranky pain rolls off my legs as I lie there, ruined and sullied.

I’m so filthily used when he hasn’t even touched me. He hasn’t said more than a word, and I’ve become messed up and shameless.

Just one day, and I’m fucked.

How do I survive the days to come?

Have I truly made the right decision coming here?

What do I do to have him to myself?

I need to find out real quick before I’m torn apart by this scorching, consuming desire.