Page 58 of Alpha Brock

She just stands there for a moment, considering, as I rake my eyes over her form. Then she looks back to me and I give a little flick of my head to beckon her.

“Come here,” I rasp.

She shouldn’t. I’m stressed the fuck out, and I’m poisonous when I’m like this. The last thing I should do is touch her. But coincidentally, it’s also the only thing I want to do.

Astrid doesn’t break eye contact as she crosses the room to me, padding across the floor on her bare feet. She stops when she’s right in front of me and I tuck my hands behind her thighs, pulling her forward to straddle my lap. She lets out a little gasp when I first pull her in, then immediately settles into her spot right on my dick, looping her arms around my neck.

“What version of you am I going to get today?” she asks, staring into my eyes curiously. Studying me.

I suck in a breath as I trail a hand up the front of her body. “I don’t know, baby,” I growl, gripping her throat loosely as my eyes drop to her full lips. “You want me to leave you alone?”

“No,” she whispers, and my eyes flicker back up to meet hers. There’s so much unbridled heat in her gaze that it threatens to incinerate me on the spot.

I crash into her, crushing my lips against hers. The hand that was on her throat comes to the back of her head- I bury it in her hair, holding her in place while tugging on the strands. Taking her pouty lower lip into my mouth and biting it. Astrid moans, grinding her hips down over my crotch. Her hands fist the fabric of my shirt, pulling at it.

I break the kiss just long enough to tear my own shirt off overhead and allow her to do the same, grabbing for her full, perky boobs as soon as they come into view. Then my mouth is on hers again as our upper bodies collide together. I can feel the heat from her core as she grinds on my dick like a doe in heat and I groan into her mouth, my eyes rolling back.

Fuck the foreplay. I have to be inside of her- I’m fucking desperate for it. I grab her waist, lifting her off of my lap easily. Setting her on her knees beside me and bending her over the arm of the couch instead. I rise up on a knee, twisting to face the same direction as her and grabbing her shorts, yanking them down with her panties. As soon as I see that pretty pussy of hers peeking out from between her thighs, I almost lose it.

I lean back to admire how fucking good she looks from this angle, grabbing her ass cheeks with both hands and spreading her wide. Then I dip down to get a taste, licking her from the seam of her ass all the way down to her clit as a frantic gasp falls from her lips. She tastes too fucking good, so I play a little, pumping my tongue in and out of her pussy and rubbing her clit with my thumb. Her thighs quiver as she shoves herself back onto me, riding my face. Moaning my name.

My cock is so hard that it’s fucking painful, and when I can’t take another second, I give her pussy one last kiss, pulling back to yank my sweatpants down and get into position behind her. She gazes over her shoulder at me as I do, her eyes clouded with lust. The head of my dick finds her entrance like a heat seeking missile, and then I’m gripping her hips, shoving into her from behind as she cries out in ecstasy.

I don’t hold back; I physically can’t. I pull out halfway and slam home again, over and over, hammering into her without shame. The only sound is slapping flesh and our overlapping moans of pleasure. The tension slips from me with every passing minute. This is exactly what I needed. She’s exactly what I needed.

I reach for her hair, winding it around my fist and giving it a sharp tug. Her back arches and she lets out a breathy moan. “You fucking like that?” I growl, pounding into her harder, faster. “You like my cock inside of you, baby?”

“Yes!” she gasps, shoving back into me, meeting every thrust.

“Show me how much you like it, Astrid.” I lean over her, wrapping my hand around her throat. “Come all over my dick like a good fucking girl.”

I drop my other hand around her waist, between her legs to rub her clit.

“Fuck! Brock…fuuuuuuck…” Astrid screams, her pussy walls clenching around my dick as she goes off. I keep fucking her through her orgasm, but it’s too much- my balls tighten, my own release imminent. I pull out at the last second, groaning and shooting my load all over that tight little ass of hers.

It takes me a second to catch my breath. It always does, with her- I come so fucking hard with Astrid that I can barely see straight. Once I do, I reach for my t-shirt, wiping my cum off her ass as she collapses over the arm of the couch, her body going limp.

I pull her shorts up her hips and yank my own pants back up, rising to stand. Then I reach down to scoop an arm around her waist, plucking her off of the couch and throwing her over my shoulder in a fireman carry.

“Brock!” she gasps in surprise, wriggling in my grip. “What are you doing?!”

She yelps as I deliver a hard slap to her ass, starting for the stairs. “I’m not done with you yet.”

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Astrid

Brock takes the stairs two at a time, his grip tight around my waist. I’ve never been up here, but I can’t see much from my upside-down perspective as he carries me over his shoulder. The hallway seems endless- his is the very last door and he kicks it open, the door colliding forcefully with the wall behind it. As we step through, it bounces back and he kicks it closed, striding over to the bed and throwing me onto it.

I giggle as I hit the mattress, my body bouncing on the springs. The bedding smells like him, overwhelming my senses, making my skin heat and my belly clench. His stare is predatory as he lets his sweatpants fall to the floor and climbs onto the bed, crawling over me. Yanking my shorts off and tossing them aside. His dick’s already rock hard for round two-gotta love that shifter stamina.

Brock’s eyes are on mine as he draws one of my legs up between us and glides inside of me again, stealing my breath as he takes me in a single thrust. The pressure inside of me builds as he starts pumping in and out, taking my wrists in his hands and pinning them above my head. He stares into my eyes as he fucks me in a steady rhythm, burying himself deep. I’m taking every inch of him, and he’s taking every piece of my soul.

He releases my wrists as his lips come to mine, his tongue licking along the seam, demanding entry. I allow it all too willingly, scoring my fingernails down his back as our tongues tangle. Then his arm’s snaking around my back, lifting me off of the bed as he rises to his knees. He grabs onto my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist. Thrusting into me as I’m suspended in his arms.

I nip his lips as I break our kiss, panting. Pushing on the front of his shoulders and bringing my face beside his. “Lie back,” I purr into his ear.

“Mmm, you wanna ride this dick, Princess?” Brock growls, gripping my hips with bruising force.