Page 23 of Delta (Alpha #12)

T his girl is a fucking menace. Literally and metaphorically. I'm resorting to every trick I know to hold back my release—nothing's working. She's too fucking sexy. She feels too goddamed incredible.

Tight? As a vise.

Hot? As the face of the sun.

Wet? As a Slip ’n Slide.

She's a goddess. Her body is divine, taut and lithe and svelte and curvy in all the right places. The way she wants me, though. She takes every thrust with a greedy zeal that says she wants more and more and more.

And now she calls my bluff?

I am in so much trouble. I've always had a knack for getting myself into pickles, but this one is particularly tricky.

I'm meant to do something horrible to her. Betray her in the worst possible way. I should've already done it, but I couldn't. And now I’m literally balls deep in her hot wet cunt and she's gagging for more. Fuck her ’til her teeth rattle, she says.

Jesus.

How'm I meant to send a woman like her to hell?

She's bold, tough, smart. Doesn’t scream or carry on like a fainting priss when I blast a hole in a man's stupid skull.

Resourceful. Clever. Sexy—did I mention that bit yet?

By which I mean hot as fucking sin. Miles of lush brown skin, wild, untamable curls.

Deep, dark eyes that see my very soul. Those fucking curves.

A pussy that squeezes my cock so hard I can barely move.

All that, and she's willing to play along with my silly games? Does what I say and begs for more?

Jesus.

I'm fucked. Fucked, I tell you.

Wanting to delay my orgasm as long as possible, I pull out of her and step back. My cock aches, my balls throb, but I grit my teeth and tolerate it. I'll be back in her wet heat in a moment.

"Bend over the bed for me, Bryn," I command.

She pulls herself away from the window, turning to face me.

Stalks toward me, each step lithe and graceful, tits jiggling hypnotizingly.

She grips my cock, pumping my length. Teasing me.

Torturing me. Each stroke is agonizingly slow, her fingers gliding down my length, which is slick and slippery.

I grit my teeth, feigning indifference when I'm frantically clenching every muscle in my body in an attempt to keep from squirting my cum all over her hands.

She wins.

I yank myself out of her grip, snarling as I pace away, furiously tightening myself against the hot release pounding in my balls. "Fuck, woman. You're killing me."

"I thought you could fuck for hours, Rush."

I whirl, giving her a taste of my aggression.

I stomp toward her, scoop her airborne, both hands digging into the plump, taut perfection of her tight little ass.

Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively, and I rock into her.

Split open, her pussy swallows my length with a slick penetration that has us both groaning.

I walk across the room and crush her back against the window.

"When I'm fucking someone else, I can. But you, Beautiful Bryn—you're a fucking menace.

You do me in. You ruin me." I drive into her, hard, and she cries out, pussy spasming around me.

"I'd love nothing more than to be able to fuck you for hours, but you make it impossible.

I won't last another minute, and it's your fault. You feel too fucking incredible."

"Again, Rush!" she screams.

"See? You take everything I've got and demand more.

" I give her another slamming thrust, and I drive so deep my balls ache, so deep my cock throbs and there's no more of her to fill, and yet she claws at my shoulders and uses her weight to sink down on me, forcing me deeper inside her than I thought possible.

"Fuck, Byn. Jesus. What are you doing to me? "

She knots her fingers in my hair and yanks hard as she meets my thrust, wailing. "Shut up and make me come, Rush."

"D'you need to touch your clit?" I ask.

"Yes."

"Then do it. Touch that clit, baby. Make yourself come on my cock." I nip her earlobe, growling. "But fair warning—I’ll come when you do. And I won't be nice about it."

"You don't have a nice bone in your body."

I thrust. “This ain’t nice?"

"Nice?" She laughs. "No, it's not nice. It's wicked."

Her fingers slide between our bodies and she touches herself—the result is immediate.

She cries out, arching backward as she pulses around me.

"Oh fuck—fuck—fuck! Rush, holy god, fuck!

" She thrusts against me, one hand gripping my shoulder while the other works between her thighs, rocking up and down on me, demonstrating absolute trust in my ability to hold her as she rides me.

"Bed!" she snarls at me. "Bed, now. Bed, goddammit, bed."

I stagger across the room on shaky, gelatinous legs, grunting in shock at the intense potency with which her pussy squeezes around my cock with the waves of orgasmic release smashing through her beautiful, perfect body.

When we reach the bed, she lets go of me and topples to the mattress, scrambling away from me and moving to her hands and knees. She spreads her legs wide, pushing her shoulders and chest into the bed to present her ass to me like the precious gift it is. "Fuck me, Rush. God, please. I need more."

"Fucking insatiable, aren't you?" I murmur, crawling onto the bed after her. “Just when I think you can't get any better, you fuckin' do."

She reaches between her thighs for me as I line up behind her, groaning as her eager fingers clutch my slick, aching cock and fit me into her slit. The moment I'm notched inside her, she pushes backward to take all of me, and her growl of need is ragged and breathless.

And if I'd thought she felt good before, she feels even better like this. I get a good grip on her ass cheeks and pull them apart to drive deeper, and she growls like a feral animal, hands curling into the mattress in shaking, white-knuckled fists.

"Ohhh fuck —RUSH!"

"Bryn!” I growl, hunching over her for a moment. "Beg, Beautiful Bryn. Beg me for what you need."

She obeys instantly. "Rush, please—fucking goddammit, Rush, please fuck me. Please fuck me. Come inside me, Rush. Fill my pussy."

Jesus actual fucking Christ, this woman. Gonna be the death of me, one way or another.

I've been holding back for so long now, I'm nearly mad with the need to come. My balls pulse and ache and burn, and my cock throbs and pounds, and she's so fucking wet and hot and tight, so lush and perfect around me.

I pull back slowly, pause, and then pound into her with a wordless shout. She pushes into my thrust eagerly, rising up on all fours and crashing back into my thrust as hard as she can. Her scream is ragged and wild, head hanging, and I feel her pussy spasming, preparing to come again.

She's a sex goddess, I tell you. I can die a happy man after this fuck, because I know I'll never have a better one.

"Again!" she snaps. “Give it to me, Rush. Fill me. Come inside me. Fuck me until my teeth rattle."

Begging on her own—how can I deny her?

I give in.Let go.

Gripping her hips, I jerk her backward as I fuck into her, and this time I don't stop.

I cut loose with everything I am, and the wet sounds of my cock plunging inside her and the rhythmic slap of my hips into her full, round, perfect ass is the most beautiful music I could imagine.

Except maybe the way she screams through her orgasm, guttural wails and shrill, breathless cries again and again as I fuck her relentlessly, pounding her pussy with hard thrust after hard thrust.

"Ah lord god oh fucking Jesus," I say, feeling my orgasm work its way through me, preparing to rip me apart in a way I know I’ll never be the same. "Bryn! I'm—oh fucking god in heaven, Bryn. I'm gonna come, oh god I'm gonna come so fucking hard!"

"Yes! God, yes. Give it to me, give it all to me!"

She's coming yet again, screaming and crying, literally sobbing and wailing, losing the ability to function as I fuck her into oblivion. She collapses forward onto the bed, but I'm not done—I hold her in place and keep fucking.

And then the sun explodes inside me.

My soul shatters.

My body is obliterated.

This isn't an orgasm, this is…rapture.

I don't know what sounds I make, what I say, what I do—all I know is the sweet wet heat of her spasming pussy, the lush wonder of her body taking everything I’m giving her and demanding more and more.

The rush of cum is an endless flood spurting out of me and filling her in wave after wave, and I pound her through each surge, cracking my hand on her ass cheek and then gripping the meat of it, driving deeper as my orgasm destroys me and keeps on going.

I come back to myself slowly, dizzy and breathless. "Holy fuck." She sags forward, and I slip free. "You're dripping my cum, Bryn."

She rolls to her back, panting. "I really, really hope you 're clean, because that was seriously reckless of me."

"And I really, really hope you're on birth control, because same."

She looks at me, her expression carefully neutral. "I am. Never missed a dose. I know I'm clean, because I haven't been with anyone in almost a year, and only one person for several years before that."

"Neither are true for me, I admit, but I am clean. I was tested just a month ago, and I'm not normally so reckless as to go without a rubber. I can show you the report, if you like. It's on my mobile."

She shakes her head, a small smile on her lips. "No, it’s okay. I believe you."

You really shouldn't trust me —is what I think, but don't dare say. The fucking irony of it is that I want her to trust me—I've never craved anyone’s trust more. Yet here I am, deserving that gift, the very least of anyone alive.

Fucking monster, me.

"Gonna clean up," I say. "Right back."

"Bring a washcloth?" she yells after me.

God, I'm a fool. Fucking her bare? What the fuck was I thinking? I don't do that. It's my one unbreakable rule. I may be a randy horndog with a wandering dick and too few scruples, but I keep my shit bagged up. The world only needs one of me, and even that may be one me too many.