บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Private Library: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Susie’s POVI should have let him change it. I should have stood up, muttered something about being tired, and gone back to my room. Instead, my voice came out sharper than I expected.“Leave it.”Zach’s hand stilled as he stared openly at me.“I mean it,” I said. My face felt hot, but I forced myself to hold his gaze. “We’re both adults. There’s no reason we can’t watch something made for adults together.”The words echoed in my ears and a part of me still couldn't believe that I said that. I could hear how thin they sounded, how much defiance I was trying to shove into them. My heart was still slamming from the sudden rush of the dream memory, but I refused to look away first.The dream refused to leave me alone. As ridiculous as it sounded, I needed to know if it had been more than a dream. Zach studied me for a long moment without a smile or an obvious reaction. He simply offered me that same calm, steady attention that always made me feel like he was measuring something I couldn

Susie’s POV“Stay open,” he said. “Let me feel how tight you get when you’re this close.”One finger pressed into me with an agonizing slowness. Then a second. He curled them and rubbed while his thumb kept working my clit. The dual pressure was devastating. My thighs started to shake. I could hear how wet I was every time he moved his hand.Zach kept stroking his cock with his other hand, fist moving in the same steady rhythm he was using on me. The visual alone made another helpless sound spill out of me.He brought me to the edge three times.Each time he felt my pussy start to clench and flutter he slowed down, or stopped, or pulled his fingers out completely and simply held me open while I trembled and gasped. The denial made every return of his touch more intense. By the third time I was beyond pride — hips lifting, thighs spread as wide as they would go, soft broken noises leaving my mouth every time he curled his fingers just right.“You don't have to pretend anymore,” he said

Zach’s POVI made sure she noticed me all morning.I didn't need words. The house spoke for me. The quiet click of a cupboard closing. The muted scrape of the laundry basket along the hallway floor. The rhythmic tap of a screwdriver when I decided the downstairs bathroom hinge deserved attention after all.Never enough to disturb the house. Only enough to make sure she couldn't quite forget I was there. I felt her upstairs trying to lose herself in work. Her concentration would gather for a few minutes before breaking apart every time my footsteps passed beneath her room. The unease she'd carried down to breakfast hadn't faded. It lingered beneath the surface, rising in small waves whenever I drifted close enough to feel it.Just after midday, she came downstairs.By then, I was folding laundry at the kitchen counter, settling easily into the gentle rhythm of the task. Fresh towels. Clean shirts. Domestic normalcy wrapped around something I knew she couldn't quite name.She paused i

Zach’s POVAfter the briefest hesitation, she nodded. My hand slid down the front of her shorts, finding her bare pussy already soaked, swollen, and burning hot. The heat of her almost punched the air out of my lungs. I exhaled slowly through my nose and felt her shiver at the sound. My fingers glided through her wetness with zero resistance. She was dripping down onto the couch already.“Fuck.” The word slipped out rougher than I intended. “You’re soaked. This is what happens when you spend all day fighting it.” I parted her with two fingers and stroked a slow path from entrance to clit and back again. The slick sound alone made my cock jerk in her hand. “Keep stroking me. Firmer.”She adjusted her grip. The pressure improved. Every upward drag of her fist pulled another heavy throb through my abdomen. I had to lock my hips to keep from thrusting into it. The dual feedback was already stronger than I had planned for — her cunt fluttering under my fingers while her hand worked me in

Susie’s POVI knew exactly what to do now. He had taught me. Flat hand first, broad slow circles, then the split fingers along the sides of my clit, then the tiny precise pressure right on top while I teased my entrance. I followed the sequence like a script, jaw clenched, eyes shut tight, trying to recreate the exact rhythm that had wrecked me on the couch.It felt good.It just didn’t feel like him.My fingers were smaller. The angle was wrong. There was no low, calm voice telling me when to slow down or speed up. No second hand forcing me to stay on the edge until I was shaking. No thick cock heavy against my palm or pushing past my lips while I came. The pleasure stayed shallow and frustrating, building just enough to make me more restless before it stalled.I tried again. I tried harder and then faster. I pushed two fingers inside myself the way he had and rubbed, chasing the spot he had found so easily. A weak pulse fluttered through me and died. I was panting, thighs trembling