The Alpha I shouldn't crave
“Marcus, fuck, I’m coming again, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.”
“That’s it, milk me, squeeze that filthy pussy around your uncle’s cock.”
He released my hair only to grab both hips, yanking me back onto him with every brutal snap of his pelvis. The wet slap-slap-slap of skin on skin filled the room, obscene and loud. My juices coated his balls, dripped onto the training mat beneath us.
“Look at you,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “Bent over in my training room, ass up, tits out, creaming all over my dick while Damon’s out buying sutures so I can fuck you raw. You’re my nasty little addiction, Sandra.”
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