Page 10 of Blizzards and Brews
His growls shook me to my core. The touch of his fingers owning my body. Having his mouth and teeth mark my skin for him. I’d thought he was done tasting me but he went back for even more.
All of it had me dripping for him and letting out pleas for mercy.
He ignored every babbling demand for more and took his time.
“This is the first time I’m tasting you, angel, and I have no intentions of having a quick fuck. This is me imprinting myself on you so you never forget who you belong to,” he growled, the sound feral and visceral, leaving me a quivering mess.
He barely had to pump his fingers into my core again before my pussy was pulsing around him, pleasure slamming into me in a wave that ripped a keening cry from my lips.
“Fuck, Spencer,” I groaned as my vision darkened and my body shook in the shockwaves of the most intense orgasm of my life.
“I think you’re ready for me, angel,” he husked as he shifted us again, moving in between my legs and gripping my ankles in his hands. The way he easily moved me where he wanted had my heart beating a bit quicker and my wetness seeping down my thighs.
I watched with wide eyes as he rolled a condom over his cock. I’d had my fair share of sex in my life but no one I’d had yet was as big as Spencer. I knew he’d leave me a pool of pleasure and sin and I welcomed it.
“Then fuck me,” I demanded. My voice was slightly breathless but the word was an order.
He chuckled at me as he slowly teased the tip of his cock through my wet slit, pushing against my swollen clit so I was writhing in his hold.
“I’m not giving you my knot yet, my beautiful beta. I need to give you another reason to fuck me again,” he said with a wicked grin on his face. “I can tell you’ll take convincing.”
My eyes narrowed but he didn’t let me protest as he lined himself up and sank inside of me.
The man was fucking glorious. His length was impressive, but when paired with the girth, I was unable to do more than moan. Even without his knot he filled me, pushing my limits.
“You’re taking me so good, angel. Just breathe,” he soothed as he rocked into me again, pushing himself a bit deeper but not giving me everything. Somehow, I didn’t feel like I was missing out.
The kiss he placed on my head as he pressed close and filled me brought a swell of emotion I wasn’t prepared for.
Spencer’s presence was commanding, overwhelming in the best way.
“I can’t–”
“You can,” he countered. “You’re doing so good taking me in your pretty little pussy, sucking me deep and begging me to spill inside of you.”
His words had me clenching around him. “More.”
“I’ll give you more, angel. I’ll give you everything.”
He fucked me as his dirty words fell from his lips, positioning me just right so every time he pushed into me, he brushed that spot inside of me that had fresh moans spilling from me.
There was no control here for me. Spencer was orchestrating every reaction and every orgasm, using my body like he’d known it for years.
His green eyes burned into me as he watched my reactions, adjusting to ensure that a single coherent thought couldn’t even form. All I could focus on was the pure, white-hot pleasure that coursed through me, and the primal scent of this alpha who had stumbled into my life and demanded I let him in.
He eventually urged me to wrap my legs around his waist so his hands were free. That only meant he was running his hands over my heated skin and pinching my nipple between his fingers.
“So good for me,” he praised as his eyes studied my face and body, slowly inching over my naked flesh as if he were committing this moment to memory.
My chest warmed but I didn’t dwell in it as I drowned in another orgasm as his fingers found my clit. A few teasing strokes and I was coming again, crying out his name in a rasping voice, my throat raw from the screams he’d already caused.
“That’s right. Let go for me,” he urged as he continued to stroke my clit.
One orgasm blurred into another as he slammed into me, using me to chase his own orgasm now. His muscles bunched and moved with his efforts and despite the fact he had me falling apart for him so easily, I drank in the sight.
His head fell back, plush lips parting as he let out a low groan that echoed in his room. I could feel him as he came, his cock pulsing inside of me as he stilled, holding me in place and forcing himself not to shove his knot deep inside of me.
I expected him to collapse on top of me or roll to the side but I watched in barely disguised shock as he gently pulled out of me, keeping the condom in place, before disappearing in the bathroom. He came back a few moments later with a cool cloth, running it over my skin until he was satisfied then drying me with another.