Page 45 of Alpha Brock
“You want my cock?” I ask, grabbing my junk and arching a brow.
There’s pure fire in her eyes as her gaze darts to meet mine.
I drag my boxers down, letting them fall to the floor. My erection springs free and I take it in a hand, fisting it.
“Tell me what you want, Astrid,” I murmur, stepping closer to the bed and staring down at her intently. “You want me to fuck you?”
Her gaze slips to my hard cock, then slowly climbs back to meet my own. “Yes,” she pants, sliding her hands down her body, her legs parting.
I rake my eyes over her beautiful form again, still stroking my dick. “Remember, I don’t do gentle.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t want gentle. I wantyou.”
A growl tears from my chest as I reach out and grab her ankles, yanking her to the edge of the bed, throwing her feet onto my shoulders. I fist my cock again, lining it up, dragging it along her slick slit. Rubbing it against her clit.
A needy little moan falls from Astrid’s lips and her hands slide up her belly to grip her tits, her breath coming out in short little pants, body tensing in anticipation.
I have every intention of trying to go slow, but as soon as I start to sink my length into her wet heat, I lose all control. I grip her hips, holding her tight to me as I shove all the way inside to the hilt, reveling in the sensation of her tight pussy wrapped around my cock. She screams and it’s fucking music to my ears, inciting me to unleash the beast.
I pull out halfway, then thrust all the way home again, gripping her hips with bruising force. Then again. Each time harder, deeper, until we’re both sweating and panting and moaning. The view I’ve got of her tits bouncing and the pleasure reflected on her face is incredible- and she feels so fucking good that I can hardly take it. I grab her ankles from my shoulders, holding them out in front of me, leaning forward. Changing up the angle so I can get even deeper. For being so damn small, she’s taking my cock like a champ.
Every time I start to get too close, I change positions to prolong the pleasure. She’s been on her back for a while, so I pull out and flip her over, lifting her by the hips so she’s on her knees and her ass is in the air. I deliver a swift slap to her ass and she lets out a little yelp in surprise, then moans as I rub away the sting with my palm. She enjoys a little bit of pain with her pleasure, flirting with the fine line between the two. She seems to like everything I like in the bedroom, her body incredibly responsive to my touch. Like she craves it.
I line up and shove back into her tight little pussy, delivering a hard slap to her other cheek as I start hammering home. Astrid groans into the comforter and fists it with her hands, arching her back and rocking to meet my thrusts.
Suddenly, her breaths become more shallow, ragged as she gasps for air. She’s close, and I’m right there, too. The base of my spine tingles in warning, my balls tightening.
“Come for me, Astrid,” I rasp, wrapping an arm around her front and finding her clit. “Come on my dick.”
The words are barely out when I feel her pussy clamp down around me and she shatters into her climax, her body trembling uncontrollably. I barely last a goddamn second longer, grunting as I pull out and my orgasm rips through me like a cyclone, stars dancing behind my eyelids as I paint that perfect ass of hers with ribbons of cum. I can hardly catch my breath as I drop down beside her on the bed, reaching over to brush her disheveled sex hair out of her face as she tips onto her side, facing me.
“Goddamn, woman,” I groan, wrapping a hand around her throat and pressing a kiss to her trembling lips.
“Right back at ya,” she breathes. Her eyes are half-lidded, a contented smile stretches her lips, and I’m not sure she’s ever looked more beautiful than she does right now.
As I lie beside her, staring into her eyes, my breathing evening out, I suddenly realize something. That maybe she wasn’t the one who should’ve run. Maybe she’s more dangerous to me than I ever was to her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Astrid
“Astrid!” Quinn calls from her desk in the back of the room when I walk into the IT hub on Monday, peering at me over her computer monitor and waving a hand to beckon me.
I smile brightly, making my way down the aisle between the desks in the hub to her workstation. I really like Quinn- we’ve always been friendly over video chat, and since meeting her in person we’ve become fast friends.
“Hey!” I chirp, rounding the corner of her desk. I set my butt on the edge beside her, leaning back on my palms. “What’s up?”
I hear the whir of the wheels of Brooke’s desk chair against the floor as she slides over from her spot on the other side of the aisle, positioning herself in front of me with a look of determination on her face that rivals Quinn’s.
I glance suspiciously from one girl to the other. “What?”
“Are you gonna spill, or do we have to pry it out of you?” Quinn asks, arching a brow.
“What do you mean?” I giggle. I shift my gaze between the two of them, and this suddenly feels an awful lot like an interrogation.
Quinn gives me an exaggerated eyeroll in response like I should know what she’s alluding to. I don’t, so thankfully Brooke pipes up to fill me in.
“You and Brock?” she asks, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, a mischievous smile teasing the corners of her lips.