Kiss Of An Alpha King
Raja Misratogether for years, but he didn't know my real identitytell me we weren't just friendsyou never knew me novelmemories of a teenager
Like the last time we kissed was yesterday.
She moaned, her body writhing against mine as she used her hands to guide my head, and even though I was in no state to even be dealing with a boner, never mind this attack, did I look fucking stupid?
This was Aela.
Sweet fuck.
This. Was. Aela.
Her pussy was meant for my dick, for Christ’s sake. I didn’t know how many cocks had been inside her, but mine was the first to get a taste of that sweet cunt. Me. No fucker else. And I’d be the goddamn last.