The Alpha I shouldn't crave
“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.”
I was sobbing with pleasure now, words barely coherent. “Come inside me, please, even with the condom, fill it up, mark me, make me yours.”
His rhythm stuttered. His fingers found my clit again, he was pinching, rolling, slapping it lightly, and that was it.
Third orgasm.
I broke completely.
My cunt convulsed so hard I felt it in my teeth. A gush of slick sprayed around his pistoning cock. My knees buckled; only his bruising grip and the wall kept me upright.