I thrust my hips into the air, begging for it, but the alpha just grinned down, an amused look on his face.
Oh fuck, I knew that expression.
He was going to tease me until I begged.
I bit my lip, eyes pleading once more, but that white smile flashed ruthlessly.
He started at my neck, kissing it slowly, letting his lips trail along my skin. When he reached my collarbone, he nibbled lightly, leaving love bites behind. All the while, his hands roamed all over my body, rubbing and teasing my sensitive areas, but avoiding my puffy crevice.
I was soaking wet, juices flowing like a wild river, pooling on the sheets. Oh shit, there was a huge wet spot under my rear end, the evidence of our lust.
Why did he have to torment me like this? Why couldn’t he just go back to fucking my ass the way I liked it? I was the alpha’s sex toy after all. His plaything and also his wife, two opposites melded into one for a perfect blend.
Because in the beginning, it wasn’t easy. I wasn’t ready to forgive him for obvious reasons. Wariness surrounded me like a cloud, my every movement hesitant.
But slowly, Mason earned back my trust. It was damn hard. At first, I wouldn’t respond, and he’d try again. Or I’d ignore him, leaving the billionaire to stew.
But Mr. Evercore is made of patience now, and he never gave up. Like a rose opening gradually to the sun, my petals unfolded. And after a year, we’re familiar with one another again, loving and trusting our partner wholeheartedly.
In fact, the alpha consults me on many things these days. Where and when we would buy a house. Where to go for dinner. Which nanny to hire. The billionaire is gentle and careful, making sure I’m included. And slowly, my responses became natural once more, gentle and loving.
The dark man kissed me tenderly, his hand resting on my hip.
“I love you sweetheart,” he breathed into my ear, idling caressing my skin. “I can’t wait to get out of this city.”
“What? You don’t like your NYC penthouse?” I teased. “This place has a view of Central Park and the reservoir. Not many people would say no to a pad like this.”
He shrugged, flashing a charming smile.
“Of course sweetheart. But this is a bachelor pad. You and the baby deserve better. I’ll call my lawyer in the morning and tell him to hurry up with the contract. Imagine it, sweetheart. In three months’ time, we’ll be safe and snug in our new home.”
I smiled.
It was a dream come true.
And reading my mind, the billionaire reached for me again, big hands caressing my curves. Because Mason is protective, for sure. He looks out for us always, a male protecting his females.
But there are nuances now. He’s not just a man who jumps to conclusions. His actions and reactions are measured and thoughtful, tempered with time.
Because we beat the odds. Our love was formed in prison, behind bars with skeptical eyes doubting. And yet, it flowered into something true and long-lasting, enduring through multiple struggles.
And now, we’re a married couple with a baby. Getting ready to live life to its fullest, a family in all respects.
But never underestimate the billionaire. Because in a second, he had me on all fours. And his cock, already rock-hard, plunged into my ass, making me scream. Oh god, how does the alpha do this?
But Mason was unstoppable. Reaching beneath my torso, those big hands squeezed my tits as he went to town, fucking me hard and fast.
Holy shit. My man had gone crazy. He was power unleashed, the very essence of masculinity.
And I loved it.
Begging and moaning, my body writhed, adoring the rough sex.
The bed groaned underneath us, but it didn’t matter. One of these days, it was going to collapse and we’d probably keep going right through it, barreling through the storm.
Mason began to growl and grunt, balls slapping against my clit with every forceful thrust.
I shrieked with pleasure, pussy already quivering, juices running down my thighs.
It felt so good.
Fuck.
The alpha pounded me harder and harder, almost as if he would never stop, cock twitching inside my ass. And then it happened.
“I’m going to cum!” was my helpless wail. “I’m going to …!”
“Come for me, baby,” he rasped harshly, pulling my hair tight and yanking my head backwards. “Come,” was that deep command. The strain was painful but it did its job. Because in that instant, stars sparked before my eyes. My anus clamped hard on his dick, white-hot pleasure coursing through my veins.
“Ahhhh!” was my scream. “Ah ah ah!”
And with that, Mason grabbed my curvy hips and fucked my bottom furiously, cock plunging deeper into my dark channel. He lost any and all control, a madman howling his possession.
Because oh god, that giant pole exploded, spraying my back hole with scalding goopy white. I whimpered again, loving every second, welcoming the man jism that made me whole.