ALPHA’S PREY

I want to show her every position in the playbook. Make sure her education with me is as thorough as it can be and she loves every second of it.

And right now that means I need lube. Lots of it, because I don’t want her to be in pain when she takes my giant bear cock up the ass.

“Don’t move,” I tell her, which makes her snort since she can’t anyway. “I’ll be right back.”

I grab some olive oil from the kitchen and wash my hands.

When I come back, I have to stop in the doorway and breathe deep to shove back the desire to give her a mating bite.

She’s not a shifter. And I’m not claiming her.

My bear backs down because, yeah. He’s as horny as I am.

Her strawberries and ice cream scent mingles with her feminine arousal, filling the room like the sweetest perfume.

“Spread your knees, baby.” My voice comes out two octaves deeper than usual. I’m still in the doorway because I want to be sure I have the bear under control before I touch her.

When she drags her lower lip through her pretty white teeth and butterflies her knees, I almost keel over from the sudden throb of my cock.

“Fuck.” I stalk over to her and drop the olive oil bottle beside her so I can hook both hands under her thighs and feast between her legs.

She shrieks the moment my tongue hits her clit and then writhes against my face, making the cutest sounds as I eat her. I take my time, getting her good and swollen, her natural juices dripping onto my tongue.

When she’s babbling my name urgently, I finally take a break and open the olive oil bottle.

“Ohhh, Caleb. Oh boy. I don’t know…”

“You don’t. But I do,” I tell her. I dribble some oil onto my fingers. “Your job is to relax and take it. Mine is to make sure you enjoy it. Understand?” I rub my oiled finger over her anus, lubing it up good before I apply a little pressure. The trick is to wait a moment. There’s an initial puckering and then the ring of muscles relax. I wait until they do and push in, massaging all around to lube inside.

While she’s still getting used to the intrusion, I return my mouth to her pussy, treating her to the most lavish tongue-lashing I can concoct.

My girl loves it.

She moans and thrashes, her thighs crashing around my head, her feet cupping my waist like she’s trying to push me off, but every time I come up for air, she pulls me back in.

I add a second finger, work to stretch her back hole, get her ready for my cock.

She moans, a needy, keening cry.

“You like having your ass fucked, don’t you?”

“Jesus, Caleb. Jesus. You are so… dirty. Ohmygod. I need you to fuck me so badly.”

I chuckle at how far we’ve come in such a short time.

I rub her clit with my thumb while fucking her ass, lifting my face to drink in the view. “You ready for your ass fucking?”

“No. Yes. I don’t know. Maybe. I’m scared.”

“Aw, baby. You don’t have to be scared.” I slide my fingers out of her ass and untie my sock holding her wrists. “Roll over and put that pillow under your hips.” I lift my chin toward the pillow under her head.

She complies immediately, which tells me her fears aren’t holding her back from giving up her anal virginity.

I dribble more olive oil into the crack of her ass and push her pale cheeks wide. “You have the best ass,” I tell her. It’s true. I’m definitely an ass man and hers is ample.

“I have a big ass,” she says wryly.

I smack her cheek, and a red handprint blooms. “You’d better love the hell out of this ass.” I slap the other cheek.

“Or what?” she laughs. “You’ll spank it? I’m not sure that’s showing it the love.”

“Oh it is.” I laugh, too. I deliver a flurry of stinging smacks, laying down a pretty blush on her pale skin. “It’s definitely a show of appreciation.”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

She clenches her buttocks and wriggles, giggling the whole time.

“Put your hand between your legs,” I tell her.

“What?”

I smack her ass hard. “Now, Doctor. When I give you an order, I expect you to follow it.” The fresh scent of her arousal fills my nostrils, telling me I haven’t gone too far. She enjoys my dominance.

Good, because I sure as hell like taking charge. I haven’t taken charge of anything in three years-including my own life. I wouldn’t think something so simple as showing a hot genius the benefits of sex would be the cure-all, but I sure as hell feel good.

She lifts her hips and slips her hand beneath her, curling her fingers into her juicy sex.

“Good girl. Now you keep working that pussy while I enjoy this ass.”

She lets out a tiny mewl, but I see her fingers working, rubbing her swollen clit, sliding in her entrance. I free my erection and give my dick a rough yank. Fates, I’m hard for her. I pull her cheeks apart and line the head of my cock up with her back hole.

“Deep breath,” I coach as I apply a little pressure.

She takes a giant inhale, like she’s about to go underwater.

I chuckle. “Blow it out, baby.” I gently press forward, waiting for her sphincter muscles to relax and allow me in. “Take me, Miranda. Work that pussy and let me in.”

She relaxes more and I ease in. One inch, another.

Miranda vocalizes-one long vowel tone that starts and stops and starts again. I grind my teeth at the effort of holding back. Sweat gathers at my hairline but I go slow, holding my weight on my arms as I fill her and retreat.

There’s something so dominant about taking her ass. It’s a claiming of sorts, even though I have no right to stake any claim. No desire to, either.