My back arched.
My belly clenched.
And I couldn’t stop.
The squelching noises were obscene. Sticky. Loud. The air reeked of s*x and slick and sweat. My thighs slapped against the sheets. My hips rolled. I was a mess. A needy, dripping, crying slut of a mess.
“Please…Alpha…please…”
I moaned into the room like a f*****g offering.
My fingers curled again. My p***y squeezed around them like it was trying to keep them in. But they weren’t enough. They were too thin. Too short. Too human. And I needed a monster. I needed that thick c**k I’d felt pressing into my stomach, so f*****g high up it made me think he could f**k my soul out of my body.
My thighs started to shake.
My breath came out in short, sharp pants. My n*****s were rock hard, tight points brushing the air with every movement. My free hand grabbed one, twisted, pulled until pain lit up my chest and pleasure shot straight to my clit.
“Oh fuck..oh fuck..please…
I was losing it. It felt like my mind had gone to another dimension because f**k I was gone.
And still, I imagined him.
Not touching me.
Not f*****g me.
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<Midnight C m
Just watching..
Arms folded.
c**k out.
Smirking.
Watching me fall apart like the filthy, desperate little slut I was.
His voice echoed in my head…
“That p***y’s loud, baby. She screams for me before I even touch her.”
I screamed.
Loud.
So loud it cracked the air.
The orgasm ripped through me like lightning.
My legs clamped shut around my hand. My p***y clenched and fluttered. I could feel it..spasming, gushing, coating my fingers in another wave of wet heat that made a mess of my thighs, my robe, the bed beneath me.
My hips wouldn’t stop jerking. My body writhed, trying to ride out every last pulse of that pleasure. I was choking on it. Drowning in it. Gasping for air between whimpers.
And still…
Still…
It wasn’t enough.
Because it wasn’t him.
Not his voice.
Not his hands.
Not his c**k.
I let my fingers slip out of me.
Slow.
Sticky.
They glistened in the low light, slick smeared to the knuckles, soaked in every bit of proof that I was f*****g
ruined.
And I whispered to the ceiling like a confession:
“I need you, Alpha.”
My hand fell limp beside me.
My chest rose and fell like I was dying.
And maybe I was.
Because I didn’t know how many more times I could c*m before something broke inside me.
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<Midnight C–m
And I wanted him to be the one who broke it.
+8 Powis
My breath went up and down, chest rising in uneven waves as I stared at the ceiling like it held the answers to every filthy, shameful thing I’d just done.
f**k.
I just gave myself a mind–blowing orgasm..three, actually..and I didn’t even feel guilty about it.
Not even a little.
If anything, I felt… high.
I rolled over with a groan, legs sticking together from the mess between them. My p***y still twitched. Still clenched like it didn’t believe it was over. I could feel my slick cooling on the inside of my thighs, tacky and hot and humiliating. I needed to clean up. To sleep. To forget.
But I knew sleep wouldn’t come.
It never did.
I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and blinked at the screen.
2:08 AM. f**k.
Royalty Writes
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