Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
I need her in my arms. I need her sweaty, shaking, and screaming my name as she falls apart around my cock.
I need all of her.
“Cassandra…” Her name leaves my lips like the lyrics of a hymn, and I gaze up at her from my knees as I worship her body with my mouth, my hands, and my tongue.
She may be Daisy when she’s infuriating me and when I’m teasing her. But when she’s like this? When she’s hurtling towards an orgasm and is the embodiment of pure bliss and carnal delights? Like this, she is Cassandra.
My Cassandra. Mine for this moment, even if it’s the only moment I get with her.
Because once is better than never.
I keep kissing her and playing with her. All my focus is on her and her satisfaction. Nothing else matters—not even my own needs—until she finds her sweet release with my mouth on her pussy.
Her thighs tense and threaten to smash my skull between them, but I hold them apart, keeping her spread for me. I find her clit with my thumb and brush over it, maintaining my steady rhythm that matches everything she’s giving me. Her release draws nearer, and I let her take what she needs from me. I follow her lead until she moans and pulses against me, finding euphoria from me and me alone. Her body relaxes with every wave pouring from her, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her up with all my strength as she loses herself to my touch, my kisses, and her orgasm.
All of it is the most breathtaking sight I’ve ever seen.
The rolling of her hips slows, but her breaths remain harsh as I rise from the floor and hug her to me, kissing her lips once more. Her fingers tremble and curl on my chest, and her bare breasts and naked torso press against my skin, soft and heavenly.
Her gorgeous body in my arms has my dick twitching, and I groan into her mouth as her hips grind against mine. I’m ready to take her here on the floor of the entry, but with the way I want to fuck her, the hard floor would ruin her back for days, even with her lycan healing.
Instead, I coast my hands down her back to her little round butt and lift her so her magnificent legs wrap around my waist, our lips never parting, and I carry her into the living room. My bedroom is too far, and I’m close to combusting if I don’t have her soon.
And then reality hits me, clarity breaking through for a second. “Fuck!” I freeze a foot away from the couch and groan, leaning my head towards the ceiling in frustration. Cassandra flinches back and blinks up at me, her green eyes filling with panic and a hint of hurt. “I don’t have a condom,” I say quickly to ease her growing fear.
She shakes her head and swallows, eyes wide, her reply rambling and flustered in her lustful, post-orgasmic state. “It’s fine. I’m fine. It’s not a problem. I mean, I can’t—“
“Oh, thank the fucking Goddess.”
Diving forward, I cut her words off with a kiss. Her response is all I need to hear to know the condom is unnecessary.
I lunge for the couch and place her on the cushions, on top of the blankets she used when she slept there last night. I tear myself away from her to remove the rest of my clothes, and then I’m over her again, settling myself between her thighs and cupping her jaw with my hand as our lips find each other like two sets of magnets.
I almost lose it as my dick slips between her wet pussy lips, a hiss of pleasure leaving my mouth. My fingers flex on her hip, and I rock against her, moving back and forth until my tip notches at her entrance. Her hands cover mine, and our eyes meet, our noses brushing and our mouths hovering, our breath mingling as everything pauses. Everything teeters on a precipice. Everything hinges on this singular moment, this moment right before we join as one.
“Please, Nolan,” she whispers, turning to kiss my palm on her face.
Her plea is my undoing, the permission I didn’t realize I needed. I press my hips forward and into her, sliding my dick in as far as I can, groaning at the feel of her around me. I pulse in and out of her until I can go no further, until she’s taking all of me into her gorgeous, sweet pussy.
“Finally,” I say as I pause my motions, giving her time to adjust to my size and the feel of me stretching her.
But my little flower doesn’t want time. She squirms beneath me, clawing at me and searching for friction, for more of what I’m giving her.
So I give her more. I roll my hips, pulling out until only an inch of my dick remains, and then crashing back in. I leave enough space between our bodies to dip my head and watch her pussy stretch around my cock as it disappears inside her.
“Your pussy takes me so well,” I say, stroking down her body to her breast and thumbing over her nipple. It tightens into a point, and I pinch it and tug on it, drawing a gasp from her mouth and sending rippling goosebumps across her skin as she shudders. “And your body knows exactly how to respond to my touch.”
Her arms circle my neck, tugging me closer to her until skin meets skin and not even air fits between our bodies. We’re as close as we can be, as close as I wanted us to be when our lips finally met for the first time. We move together, my cock gliding in and out of her. Every inch of her pussy feels like the sweetest paradise. Her body melts into my arms as I make love to her. The moans and sighs leaving her as we climb higher towards ecstasy are music to my ears, a melody of sensuality, a symphony of sinful eroticism.
“Harder.” Her fingers dig into my shoulders, then trace down my tattooed spine as she slams her hips up into me. “Stop holding yourself back from me, Nolan. I can take it.”
I lean away from her, swallowing as her request settles over me. I thought I was taking her hard already, but over the years I’ve retreated into myself, hiding my need to be rough and dominant because Rachel preferred gentle and sweet. Like a key unlocking a padlocked chain, my restraint falls away, and I give her what we both desperately want, giving in to my true sexual proclivities for the first time since—well, since my first time.
My body tenses as I ready myself, hooking her leg over my shoulder and caressing the long, inviting limb from her hip to her ankle, squeezing and massaging as I go, kissing up and down her calf. And then I lean forward and drive into her, thrusting her body up, her breasts bouncing with the impact.
Her hands fly up, and she braces herself on the arm of the couch, pushing back into me even as I pound into her, harder and faster with each passing moment, unable to pace myself now that I have her spread out beneath me and submitting to me so readily. I grip her hips to keep her still so I can have my way with her, leaving more marks on her skin. Deeper, darker bruises than the ones I gave her while tasting her, bruises that are sure to last at least an entire day, bruises that will be hidden from everyone’s view but that I’ll know are there, marring her skin and staking a secret claim.
I thought our joining before was perfection, but now that she’s given me permission to take her how I truly want, now that I’m freed from the chains of my past, it’s even better. She’s glorious, her hair fanning out behind her, her eyes hooded, her lips parted, and her breasts bouncing hard as I fuck her.
With an echoing, vibrating growl, I lean forward more, grabbing a fistful of her hair near her nape and yanking hard, exposing her throat to me. She groans, and her fingers curl against the cushioned armrest.
“Fuck yes!” she exclaims as I bend down to kiss and suck on her neck. “Just like that, Nolan.”
A ripple of possessiveness and excitement rushes through me at the sound of her moaning my name, and I nip at her throat, scraping my teeth along the length of it. I’ve never responded to anyone like this, never felt the need to insinuate the act of marking while mating with a female. But she’s nothing like anyone I’ve been with. Everything about her awakens the most feral, primal, animalistic parts of me, the parts that long to claim and protect.
Our bodies continue slamming together as I pound into her harder and harder, and I’m lost in the feel of her beneath me, quivering and panting as she submits to my relentless movements. I’m drawn in by the expression on her face and the needy noises she makes as I toy with her body. Sweat dampens our skin, shining in the sunshine filtering in near my piano, highlighting the sensual flush on her cheekbones and her chest.
Her pussy tightens around me, and I grunt and clench my jaw, knowing my release draws nearer. My fingers tighten in her hair, twisting and tugging the soft, silky strands, and my other hand moves between us to her swollen clit. I thumb over it, softly at first, gradually increasing the pressure and the speed until it matches our movements.
She succumbs to the sensations first, a sharp cry of ecstasy ringing in my ears as she comes, her arms wrapping around me and pulling me closer again. Her neck arches as she moans and writhes through her orgasm, and I fall too, toppling over the edge and into euphoria with her. My enraptured growl is almost a roar, and my entire body tenses as all I’ve held in exits me in thrumming pulses, a release like none I’ve ever experienced. I embrace Cassandra as the waves ripple through my body and into my soul, rocking into her as I eke out every drop of my orgasm, every second of fulfillment, making it last as long as I can.
Our lips meet as the orgasm fades, but the bliss I’m in only deepens. I twist onto my side while keeping her close, tucked between me and the back of the couch, and held in the safe circle of my arms, my body relaxed and my soul calm. The beats of our hearts match, easing to a regulated pace, mirrored by the slowing of our kisses, until everything stops, and all that’s left is her and me, and the passionate, incredible moment we shared.
NOLAN
I hold Cassandra close to me, my hands roaming her body as we snuggle together on my couch. My fingers drift to her hair, and I comb through it from her nape to the ends, lifting my hand back to the roots and repeating the gesture. The pads of my fingers massage her scalp before gliding through the silky tresses to the ends, enjoying the softness of the strands under my touch and the intimate act of playing with her hair.
And then I freeze, and drop my hand, resting it awkwardly and stiffly on her hip, my jaw clenching.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
She frowns at me. “What for?”
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