Alpha Boys Chapter 71
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👬 Alpha Boys CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE: 🧑🎤
🔸(The Devil’s Plaything)🔸
Breaths left her lungs when he caged his lips to her mouth in a vertigo-inducing kiss, and she lost her damn mind.
The duvet fell from her body and landed on the ground with a soft swoosh, and her arse sat magnificently on on his crotch, creating a direct friction as they ate each other’s faces voraciously.
The sound of their lips popping was even louder than the sound of the rain on the roof.
She got tickled when he slid his hands under her blouse and peeled it away, leaving her bôobs to the mercy of his waiting palms.
He squeezed, pinching her nîpples harshly and wrenching emotions out of the deepest pit of her stomach.
Butterflies and sparkles collided, and she felt what she has never felt all her life.
This kiss is different, it’s like a one-way ticket to paradise, a place made for just the two of them.
He squeezed her hard nîpples again, and she mewled melodiously into his heated mouth, making his head spiral into insanity.
He allowed him zip down his pants this time, and instantly after it fell from his waist, she got a hold of his cock, playing with the cap as the kiss went out of control.
He was groaning, and she was chuckling as their hands rubbed and pleasured their bodies, their tongues fúcking their mouths erotically.
One minute, they’re on the couch, and in the next minute, they’re in the bathroom.
She dropped on her knees in front of him, and he groaned hoarsely when she grabbed his dîck.
He wasn’t expecting it, but he appreciated it by fisting her hair and folding it two times on his palms.
He supported her head with that, and his dîck pointed straight to her lips, begging to be sucked.
“How many inches are you though?” She asked, licking her lips intentionally.
“Shall we count? ” He shoved her face forward, and she gasped, making her mouth open.
He took the chance and thrusted himself into her mouth, but it could only go some meters.
“One” he counted, shoving it further, but still, she couldn’t take it all…
Her eyes bulged to her temples, and she held his thighs for balance as he corrupted her mouth.
Her stomach was tightening, and her middle throbbing despite the warm water streaming down from the shower to their bodies.
“Four” he counted, thrusting again.
Tears slid out of her eyes this time, but she loves it, how hard he’s dominating her and how good she’s taking it.
“Six…” He finished the count, pushing the rest of his length into her.
She muffled some inauduble sounds, and his hold on her hair tightened as he began pushing in and out of her mouth fast.
She was breathless throughout, and keeping up with his fast pace was hard, but she did it, playing with his balls as she squirmed.
“You’re such a good little girl” he groaned, moaning teasingly.
“Gawd, gawd… Fûck! I love what this mouth does. It’s all mine!”
Loving what she’s hearing, Zinnia wrapped her arms on his waist, deep-throating him so good.
An amusing laughter left his lungs, and more beautiful moans fell off his lips as his shot flushed down her throat.
She moaned throatily as the liquid climbed down, wetting her insides with saltiness.
She was the first to leave the bathroom, but immediately she arrived at the bedroom, Killian came out too, standing naked in front of her in all his glory, water dripping down his muscular chest to his defined V, leading to the dîck she just sucked.
No no…
She snapped her attention back to his face and met him smirking like she could hear her thoughts…
Arsehole.
He dried his hair with masterful strokes, then he did same to her body… Slowly and gently.
He took his time in rubbing the towel over her hardened nîpples and around her breàsts.
He squatted and glided the towel over her arse and between her legs.
Tingles started at the pit of her stomach and spread allover her body the more he touched her.
It took all her will not to moan and melt into his arms.
He’s not only drying her off, jerk knows what he’s doing.
After finishing with her legs, he came upand flicked the towel against her throbbing nîpples once again.
His thumb and forefinger squeezed her other nîpple, and though it’s not harsh, but she’s so stimulated that the slightest touch feels like she’s being set on fire.
She bit her lower lip against a whimper and clenched her thighs.
“Ca.. Cameo.”
“Mmm, little flower?”
He didn’t even look at her, he’s still torturing her nîpples.
She glanced between him and the bed, silently communicating her point.
His blank face is on, but his left eye twitched.
“Do you want me to fûck you?” He ran the towel up and down her breasts, making her squirm and gravitate towards him.
“How do you want it? I can take you against the wall,. You’ll wrap your legs around my waist like a good girl, won’t you, little flower?”
She bit down on her bottom lip, the double assault of his dirty words and his touch made her delirious.
She should have known he’s up to something when he didn’t fûck her in the bathroom.
“And then I’ll pound inside you so hard, you’ll scrape your back against the wall. Or I can take you on the floor on all fours till your knees bruise from how hard I’ll pound in and out of your tight pu$$y”
His hand roamed down her stomach, to the apex of of her thighs, and he glides over her folds.
“Hmm… You’re soaked”
Her eyes shut briefly. She’s burning, and his touch is like spilling gasoline on fire.
More
She wants more.
He parted her folds with his finger. Her head fell on his shoulder with a soft moan.
“You love it when I touch you, don’t you? Little flower?”
She has no words to say, so she let her whimper answer his question.
She gripped his shoulder for balance as he ran his fingers up and down, touching her everywhere except for where she needs him the most.
“You love when I make you come”
He turned her around and pushed her against the bed. She fell face first with a gasp, her cheek hitting the soft mattress.
He wrapped a hand under her stomach and pulled her up so she’s on her hands and knees.
She’s shaking, sweating, and feeling stimulated than she has ever been before.
She was ready to beg when Killian thrusted madly into her at a go.
She cried out as his length filled her up to the brim.
There’s a sick type of pleasure that comes with the pain and intensity that Killian brings.
It’s insane.
And she craves it more than she likes to admit.
His thrusts started slow and moderated, making her moan.
Her fingers sank into the sheets, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head witch each roll of his hips.
He alternated between clutching her hips and flicking, pinching and twisting her nîpple.
“Oh… C… Cameo…”
The building intensified like a hurricane and pulled her to the center.
“Ahhhh….” She came with a deep moan.
The orgasm took her by surprise. She felt cherished.
What the F is he doing to her???
Killian didn’t stop, he continued thrusting with that moderate rhythm that messes with both her body and head
Another riot started at the bottom of her stomach, slashing and clawing at it’s walls.
“Does that feel good, little flower?”
She nodded, pushing against him for more.
Then he picked up his pace, fast and rough.
Oh shit!
Oh fûck!
His thrusts turned merciless and out of control. She almost toppled over the bed with how hard he’s pounding into her.
While the earlier rhythm made her feel content, this one scratched a dark part of her.
The part that craves the pain and depravity Killian offers, the part that scares her.
“Cameo….” She tried to coax him. “Slow down”
He didn’t slow, so she’s left between moaning, screaming and mewling, dipping her face into the sheets as he ruined her, wrecked her .
She lost count of how many times she came already.
“Cameo… fûck! Please…”
He poured his seed inside her, and her moans turned choked and muffled as her stomach churned uncontrollably.
She’s at the verge of passing out.
Killian flipped her around and she let him, a soft mumble spilling from her lips.
He knelt at the foot of the bed as she lay stark naked in front of her, her eyes starting to dim.
He pulled her legs apart, hands clutching both her thighs as he slowly watched her with darkened eyes.
He sniffed the air as if he wants to engrave our scent into his memory.
“I’m…I’m sensitive…” She stuttered powerlessly.
He tilted his head, watching her soaked middle.
“Just one more baby. Come for me one more time” he whispered, dipping his face into her middle.
And then, he’s eating her pu$$y sweetly, and she’s screaming his name.
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TO Be Continued
