Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
“Shit, you’re stunning,” I groan into her neck, tugging her against me.
My hands are frantic in their movements as they explore her willing body, leaving no part of her smooth skin untouched. I inhale her scent with a long, deep breath, and she arches into me, the movement pushing her breasts against my chest and up higher, the swell of them moving closer to my mouth.
They’re irresistible. I bury my face in them, capturing a nipple with my mouth and sucking on her breast, my teeth scraping the hardened tip. She moans, and her fingernails scratch my skin, her body writhing harder in my lap. Her tits bounce with her movements, even with my mouth attending to one. Her eyes close, and she lets go of all her inhibitions, her lips parting and pure delight shining in all her features.
I grip her hips, digging my thumbs into them, then slide my palms down the tops of her thighs, thighs that tense with every roll of her hips. I spread them wider, spread them so her clit is visible as I gaze down her body to her pussy as I move my mouth to her other breast, switching my attention and repeating the treatment of the first on the second.
Her clit is swollen, practically throbbing, and her pussy leaves a patch of moisture on my shorts, growing wetter and darker by the second. I smile and chuckle, pride rippling through me at knowing all of that is from me, from my hands and mouth on her body. She’s so close to coming, and she doesn’t even have my dick in her yet. And fuck, is she magnificent when she comes.
But I grip her hips again, holding her completely still and tearing my mouth from her breast. I want her to come, but not until her pussy surrounds my cock. Her orgasm needs to happen with my dick deep inside her. I want to feel every single wave of it, want to watch her fall apart while she takes me like the good girl she is.
I lift her off my lap for a moment and yank my shorts off, using my feet to remove them from my legs. My cock bounces free, and I place her right above it, the tip splitting her pussy lips gorgeously as I lower her onto it. They spread and take me without resistance, coating me with her slick arousal, enveloping me in her tight, warm pussy. “Holy shit, that’s beautiful.”
Her head tips up as I watch my dick disappear inside her, her hands moving to caress her body from her neck to her chest and her breasts, and her hair tumbles down her naked back. Her neck arches, and I dive for it just as she slams her hips down, taking all of my cock into her pussy.
“Nolan…” Her voice is nothing more than a whispered moan, and I strain my neck as I again bite back the urge to explode prematurely.
She feels too fucking good wrapped around my cock. But I want this to last. I want her breasts bouncing in my face while she rides me.
I keep her in place again, fingertips digging into her ass as hard as they can, leaving fresh bruises that mix in with the fading ones from yesterday. “Your pussy is paradise, Cassandra,” I say, panting against the front of her throat.
She caresses my biceps and up to my shoulders, leaning closer to me and lowering her chin. I raise my head to kiss her, and our lips meet in a fiery, soul-wrecking kiss. My hold on her loosens, and she rises and drops, her clit rubbing against me as she rolls her hips at the end of her fall.
“Perfection,” I murmur between kisses. I guide her body’s movements, cupping her ass in my hands, my fingertips meeting in the middle. “All of you is completely…” I shake my head and trace her jaw with my nose. “The way your body joins with mine? The way your pussy spreads as it takes my cock? The way your thighs tense and tremble as you ride me?” My mouth meets her ear, and goose bumps erupt over her skin as my breath tickles the shell. “It’s all perfection, Cassandra.”
I lift her up and slam her down, forcing a sharp cry from her, followed by her yelling my name, like I told her to. “Nolan!” Her arms fly around my shoulders, and she clings to me, her hands gripping and pushing against me for leverage.
I groan and lift her again, raising my hips to meet her as I bring her down on my cock again. And again. And again. Harder and faster with each thrust, harder and faster with each beat of her heart and each breath I take, harder and faster as she moans, my name on her tongue and echoing in the room.
Our mouths meet again, and what was fiery and soul-wrecking is now frenzied and desperate. Lips tangle, teeth nip, and tongues battle, both of us fighting for control of the kiss. I grunt as I wrestle with myself over whether to relinquish my control of her hips to pull her hair and gain control of the kiss or keep my hands where they are to stay in charge of our fucking.
But luck is on my side, and I don’t have to choose, because Cassandra tenses more, her hands clutching at my back and her mouth falling open in a silent moan. Her pussy pulses around my cock. She rocks harder against me, and I let go of her ass to stroke her clit and prolong her orgasm.
“Nolan…”
My name leaves her mouth so softly I almost think I imagine it. She closes all the distance between us, and I wrap her in my embrace, one hand gripping the hair at her nape and the other snaking around her waist. I draw her in as close as I can, clinging to her with everything in me. I gaze at her, watching the pure rapture dance across her face as she comes, enjoying the way she moves as she takes what she needs from me. She leaves me breathless with her beauty and her uninhibited sensuality.
She truly is perfection.
As the pulses of her orgasm slow, I flip us so I’m above her, her arms pinned in one of my hands, my other hand wrapping around her throat. I drive my hips into her once, then lean forward, tugging her earlobe with my teeth. She makes a sound deep in her throat, one that transforms into a yell as I punch my hips forward again.
I lift my body off hers, and my hand glides from her neck to her breast. I squeeze it from underneath, massaging the soft but firm body part and pinching her nipple between my fingers. Then my hand moves to her hip, molding to the subtle curve of it and bracing myself before I begin to truly fuck her.
Over and over I slam into her, no longer concerned about holding myself back. She takes it all, submitting to my hold on her, not trying to get her hands free to touch me. She embraces my dominance—revels in it—moaning and screaming my name throughout my relentless pounding of her pussy. Thrust for thrust, she matches me, giving as much as she’s taking, those round tits of hers dancing and her pink nipples tightening as I take her pleasure to new heights.
Like yesterday, I’m wonder-struck by her and her ability to take me like this, her need to be manhandled matching my need to manhandle. My release rushes towards me, brought on not only by the feel of her around my cock, but how she looks spread out beneath me, her thighs wide apart to fit my muscular body, her breasts full and bouncing, and her clit pink and swollen, on the verge of another orgasm.
And because it’s her. Cassandra. Sassy, fiery, Cassandra. My daisy.
“Fuck…”
The word drags out into a moan as I release inside her, my cum leaving me in several long pulses of my cock. My thumb digs into her hip bone, and my hand tightens around her wrists, and one final “Nolan!” falls from her lips. She writhes beneath me,
sexy and magnificent and like nothing I’ve ever seen as she falls further into euphoria with me, our bodies moving in flawless unison, two instruments reaching the concluding note of their duet.
My throat stretches as one last groan leaves my lips, and then I’m collapsing over her, keeping most of my weight on my elbow as I remove my cock from her exquisite pussy. I let go of her hands, and she immediately cups my cheeks, giving me a soft kiss that is in every way the exact opposite of the rough sex we shared.
For the first time in seven years, I don’t feel the need to go on a morning run to curb my anxiety. I don’t feel the need to stick to my strict routine. And, for the first time ever, as I lay with Cassandra in our postcoital afterglow, keeping her close and safe in my arms as I caress every inch of her delightful body, I feel fulfilled and content.
CASSANDRA
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Nolan asks, his hands shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants, his arms tense. He watches me from the doorway of the guest room as I slip my feet into my sandals, seated on the edge of the bed.
“Yes,” I say, standing and smoothing out my skirt. “I need to practice. You can’t keep me ensconced in your house forever because I got tired one time.”
He adjusts his posture so he fills the entirety of the doorframe. His arms cross, stretching the fabric of his white T-shirt on his biceps and across his broad chest. His features sharpen, and he stares down at me as I approach him, his eyes dark.
“I could,” he says with a low growl. I arch a brow at him. “I wouldn’t,” he adds, a small smile teasing his stern face, “but I could.”
“I will be fine.” His growl deepens, and his eyes narrow on me, his body tensing further with his annoyance and displeasure. I caress his forearm and then glide my hand to his chest, letting it linger right above his heart. “Nolan.”
At the sound of his name on my lips, the soft growl grows to a small roar, and he ensnares me in his arms, tugging me to his chest, using the same gentle possessiveness he’s shown me since our first kiss. His arms are powerful and fierce around my body. His hold on me is tender and caring, while still protective and authoritative. He caresses my cheek with the back of his hand, then grips my chin between his thumb and his fingers, kissing me with a furious passion, making my heart gallop in my chest and causing waves of desire to crash against the edges of my soul.
His fingers dig into my ass, then his massive hands roam my body as we continue our kiss. Tender, capable, loving hands that belong to the male who is lowering his guard and opening himself up to me, who is so much more than the impassive mannequin he pretends to be for the rest of the world. Hands that bring me to unexplored heights of pleasure, that leave exquisite marks on me with their rough, possessive touch.
My thighs clench at the memory of all he’s done to me with those hands. And his mouth. And his…
Nope. I can’t go down that tempting path right now. He has a project deadline to meet—something to do with computer programming that I do not at all understand even after he explained it to me three times—and I am supposed to meet Haven to practice absorbing and manipulating her aura. As much as I’d like to go another round with him, as much as I’d love to get lost in his touch and his dominance, it will have to wait until later, when we both are done with our work for the day.
I tear my lips from his and back away a step so I’m no longer pressed into his body, no longer rocking my hips against his hardening dick, and I catch my breath from the intensity of our kiss. His eyes meet mine, hooded and swirling with desire. His jaw ticks, and his fingers dig harder into my skin, his body tense—all sharp, harsh lines and bulging muscles as he holds back from pouncing on me.
I squeeze around him and head out into the hallway, picking up my purse and my phone and draping it over my shoulder. I reach for the doorknob, but his hand covers it first, his towering body looming over me and trapping me. Swallowing, I tremble with anticipation as he tucks my hair behind my ear, his unyielding hazel gaze scanning my face and lingering on my parted mouth.
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