Hiding the Alpha’s Baby (Layla and Alexander’s)

AYLA

It hurts but the sensation of having him so deep inside me, feeling him in places no one has ever reached before is doing something to my insides.

My body shudders with each thrust in and when he leans in to suck my nipples, I find the world spinning before my eyes.

There is fire in my veins, and warmth inside me. My hands cling to his shoulders, my nails running down his skin. Pleasure explodes in my body in the form of tiny sparks, making my toes curl, my breath hitch and my world darken.

The pain is long forgotten and I find myself drowning in the liquid heat, meeting his thrust with an eagerness that leaves me screaming his name.

Again. Again. Again.

The world seems to be a blur as our lips meet and his thrusts grow rougher, more powerful. The noise of our skin slapping fills the dark room, and pushes me one step closer to an abyss. My lips quiver against his harsh mouth, my teeth sink into his bottom lip as my walls clench and the knot in my stomach comes undone.

My head goes blank. My legs shake. My breath catches.

But he keeps going. His hands grip my legs to his waist as he drills into me like an untamed man. His groans, his grunts, his curses hit my oversensitive core.Many paragraphs are missing. Read the complete book on Jo=bn-ib.c(o)m. My heart is beating in my ears, my guts feel rearranged as he continues to f**k me hard, taking me against all logic.

“Can’t- - - “I cry out, arching off the mattress in desperation. “I cant take it anymore, Massimo.” His face rests between my shoulders, his ragged breaths hitting me every time he fills me and then pulls out to fill me harder.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“You can. You will take me. All of me, Kitten.” He growls, his voice carrying a sense of possession.

My body goes numb under him, the rush of pleasure shaking me all over. And then I find myself clenching around him again. This time, my eyes roll back and I feel him still inside me.

My walls are gripping onto his cock, squeezing him so tight that he can not move.

“Fuck, you are making it hard to hold back." He groans, slowly rolling his hips into mine. Tremors of pleasure run up and down my body. I find myself short of breath, clinging to him like my life depends on it.

If this is sex, so explosive, so warm, so dirty, then I get why everyone is crazy about it.

I feel addicted to the way his rough hands explore my skin, the way his masculine body rolls over mine, and the way he takes me, as if I belong to him alone.

Massimo’s pace is relentless again, and this time I find myself sniffling and writhing under him. I want him to stop, but the moment he slows down, I feel like I am going to burst without his c**k inside me.

“Oh, Goddess. “I moan, trying to stay conscious and feel every stroke of his c**k.

“Not Goddess. It's me, Kitten. I am the one making you feel so good with my cock. Say my name.” His hand grips the side of my head.

My teary eyes snap open and meet his gaze. He is watching me, taking in my reaction to his thrusts, to the way he takes me so hard.

“Massimo.” I murmur, and I find myself going over the edge again.

It's the third time. My head rolls back, and my limbs slacken. A tear rolls down my eyes and slips in my hair before I hear Massimo cursing out loud. He kisses the corner of my eye, licking the saltiness that clings there.

“All fucking mine" He grunts, thrusting his cock so deep inside me, that I cry out once more. The bed rattles with the force of his pounding but he pays no mind to it.

Hot liquid shoots inside me, warming up my insides with his c*m. Instead of pulling out, Massimo grunts, and rolls his hips forward.

“Take all my cum, Kitten." He whispers, panting against my ear.

I blink, my weak hands lowering to his biceps. He drops over me, the weight of his body pushing me into the mattress as his c**k pulses inside me.

“So fucking good.” Massimo murmurs, pulling out halfway before thrusting in slowly, riding us both on the remnant of pleasure.

My spine arches tiredly, my eyes half drooping with exhaustion.

I have done it. I had sex with Massimo and I will never forget a moment of it again.

Massimo’s arms run up and down my shaking thighs. I am still spread for him, and he shows no signs of moving away from me.

“It's all fine, Kitten” Massimo murmurs, kissing my neck and inhaling my scent. “You did great. It was the best fuck of my fucking life.”

My breath catches at the praise. I try to tighten my grip on him but my fingers have grown too weak.

Did he praise me like this the last time we did it? My heated body warms some more at the thought and I squeeze my eyes shut.

I hate myself for not remembering,

Massimo stays atop me for as long as I stay awake. Eventually, I give into the exhaustion and fall asleep under him, enjoying the way his huge body covers mine or the way his hands caress my body, soothing me, trying to get me down from the high.

Sometime later, I find him pulling out of me. I wince, still groggy and sleepy. I can't open my eyes, but I can feel him thrusting his fingers inside me, pushing his leaking c*m back into my hole.

“I don't feel like cleaning you. I want you to keep my cum in this cute pussy. “I hear him mutter to himself before I drift back into sleep.

The next time, I am startled by a warm, wet cloth between my legs. He slowly wipes my sore entrance, and thighs before I feel him pushing his c*m inside me again with his two fingers. The third time, I feel aware of my surroundings when I sense his arms wrapping around me and my body getting pulled into his chest.

As if I am used to it, I give in and find comfort in his arms. His lips press to my forehead, and he whispers something I can no longer make sense of.