Page 27 of Alpha's Claim
I pump it inside her, then slip my finger out and spread the moisture to her clit. She wriggles over my lap, her reddened plump ass making an incredible spectacle.
Claim. Her.
My bear is crazy. He’s been locked up for too long. Not only do I never let him out, but I haven’t had sex with enough females in recent years. Now that I have a beautiful one naked and over my lap, he wants me to mark her.
I gather more moisture at her entrance with my fingertips and rub some of it over her back hole. She squeezes her cheeks together to keep me out. “A proper Viking fucking means you taking me in every hole.” I give her right buttcheek a slap. “In your pussy–does a Viking say pussy?--in your lady flower.”
Paloma laughs. “My quim.”
“Oh yes, that’s what I want to fuck. This juicy pink quim.” I stroke along her soaking slit in appreciation. Then I give her other cheek a slap. “Also this plump, perfect ass–I mean arse.”
She squeezes her cheeks together again.
I don’t really have any intention of taking her anal virginity this morning, too, but I’m improvising, and that’s what came out, so I run with it.
“What’s the third hole?” she asks.
I give her another spank. “So innocent, my lovely dove. Your mouth.” I spank her again, several times, thoroughly warming her skin to a rosy glow. Then I reward her fortaking it with another caress between her legs. “Your mouth is the third hole. I might start there.”
Again, I’m not serious. There’s no way I would feed my cock into the mouth of a virgin who’s been locked up in a tower and likely has never even kissed a man. It might terrify her.
I’m able to get my middle finger inside her easily now, and I pump it in and out, which seems to drive her wild. She moans and rocks her pelvis over my lap, making my stiff cock leak pre-cum on my boxers.
“Okay, princess.” I pull my finger out and give her ass one last slap. “It’s time for the Viking to have his way with you.”
I stand, scooping and rolling her up into my arms. I carry her back to the bedroom where I had the pleasure of guarding her this morning.
I toss her in the center of the bed and pull my discarded bowtie from the pocket of my tuxedo pants.
Her dark locks fall across her shoulders. Her face is flushed, eyes glassy from her spanking. Those full lips look so damn kissable.
She scoots back on the bed like she means to run again. I can tell it’s just for play, by the mischievous twist to her lips.
I tug both ends of the bow tie and make it snap. The moment she tries to bolt over the edge of the bed, I reach out and grab her ankle, dragging her back. “Where do you think you’re going, my pretty dove?”
I catch her wrists and tie them together with my bow tie.
She studies me in that intelligent way she has. ”How do you know my name meansdove? Do you speak Spanish?”
I nod. “Not well. But I have a passing knowledge of a dozen languages.“
Her brows pop.
“Viking is one of them.” I wink.
She laughs, as I hoped she would. Obviously, I know it’s Norse.
I unbutton my tuxedo shirt. It was already open at the throat and halfway untucked from my pants, rumpled from our quick escape and being slept in. Paloma sits up on the bed and watches.
She rubs her lips together when my undershirt comes off, eyeing my hairy chest. I unbutton the tuxedo pants and slide them off with my silk boxers. My cock springs out, standing at attention. Ready for action. It’s been low-level throbbing ever since she touched it through my pants last night. Right now it’s so hard, I fear it could break off.
Paloma’s gaze drops to it, and while her eyes widen again, she doesn’t seem daunted. Of course, she doesn’t know what she doesn’t know.
I climb on the bed and catch her bound wrists. I lift them over her head, then use them to slowly lever her onto her back. With her wrists pinned above her head, I hold her down and give her a long, slow kiss.
“Mmm.” She squirms beneath me.
Her body is soft and lush. I adore her curves. That there’s enough meat on her bones to fill my hands.