The Alpha I shouldn't crave
The mattress dipped under my weight, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the fire building between us.
"My turn to be in control," Vanessa announced, straddling my hips with a predatory grace. Her wet pussy slid along the length of my cock without taking me inside, her slick folds parting around my shaft like hot silk, coating me in her juices. The friction was exquisite torture—every glide sending waves of pleasure radiating from my groin, my balls tightening as I felt her clit bump against the underside of my head. She was dripping, her arousal hot and slippery, and the scent of her musk filled the air, intoxicating me.