Deal With the Alpha (BBW Billionaire Shape Shifter Paranormal Erotica) by Sierra Wolf Page B
Authors: Sierra Wolf
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other than Max had been in control. I could feel it in my gut, even as he frightened me, an almost animal urge to discover what he was hiding from me. My thighs clenched together, putting pressure on my slit. I wanted to see just how far he could take it. I wanted to surrender control to Max.
“This is crazy,” I said aloud as I sat in my driveway. “Max is a heartless businessman. He wants to take away everything you love.”
I got out of the car and went into my apartment. It was quiet and dark inside, but it was my own. I’d worked and saved up for five years to afford my own place. I loved my parents, but at some point, even I had to admit that I needed to move out. For one thing, living at home made it impossible to bring any man back. My dad was always in the living room, and woe to any man who wanted to get past him. By the time dad’s questioning was over, the romance was long gone.
I dropped my clothes to the floor and stepped into the hot shower to wash away the grease of the diner. I looked forward to his part of the day the most. I could finally relax for a few minutes. I let the hot water run over my curvy body. I was resigned to my body long ago. I wasn’t model skinny like most girls, but out here, men tended to like it that way. Despite that, I was always an awkward teenager, and it wasn’t until I was past eighteen that I grew into myself. With a busty chest and a rounded ass, I’d seen my fair share of men.
Not that any of them held a candle to Max. Immature, insecure, and inexperienced, the lot of them. The sorry group had convinced me that I was better off dedicating my heart to the diner. How long had it been since I’d felt a man’s touch? Until today, it’d been at least a year. Maybe that was why I was so surprised when he reached out like that.
But it was more than that. The way he had looked at me, demanded me to stay, was exhilarating. I realized that what I thought was just fear was something more akin to the anticipation before a rollercoaster drop. My hand slowly drifted down to my already slick mound.
I thought about those perfectly broad shoulders, about holding on to them as his tongue made its way to my entrance. I slipped two fingers into myself, already wet with need. Then I started to rub my engorged clit in a circular motion, building up the sensations of pleasure. In my head, I pretended that it was Max who was sucking on my little bud as he pressed me up against the stockroom shelf. He would be so hungry for the taste of my womanhood, I knew that much. The gaze in his eyes was unmistakable.
I brought my other hand up to my stiff peaks, twisting them, so that pain and pleasure swirled deliciously through my body. I quickened my movements, harder and harder, so that I had to lean against the cool tiles of the shower to keep myself up. No matter, Max would be there to keep me on my feet. His powerful hands would be tight around my hips, stopping me from bucking up towards him. He’d be in perfect control the whole time, and I was happy to let go and submit to his power. Water ran in rivulets over the plump contours of my body, the beating of the shower adding another layer to my arousal.
“More Max, More,” I whimpered. Desperate to be filled by him, I added a third finger into myself. I imagined his thick cock, pounding away at me, satisfying my need for his body. By now I was moaning loudly, not caring if the neighbours could hear. My eyelids fluttered as my hands moved expertly over myself, driving me over the peak into climax. My knees wobbled, weak from the intensity of my orgasm, and I fell onto the floor of the bathtub.
I was surprised by the intensity of my orgasm as I tried to catch my breath. If this what his touch could do to me, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold out if he tried anything more. As I stepped out of the shower, I noticed that my phone showed that I had a voicemail from mom. Strange. Usually at this time of the day, she would be busy in the
“This is crazy,” I said aloud as I sat in my driveway. “Max is a heartless businessman. He wants to take away everything you love.”
I got out of the car and went into my apartment. It was quiet and dark inside, but it was my own. I’d worked and saved up for five years to afford my own place. I loved my parents, but at some point, even I had to admit that I needed to move out. For one thing, living at home made it impossible to bring any man back. My dad was always in the living room, and woe to any man who wanted to get past him. By the time dad’s questioning was over, the romance was long gone.
I dropped my clothes to the floor and stepped into the hot shower to wash away the grease of the diner. I looked forward to his part of the day the most. I could finally relax for a few minutes. I let the hot water run over my curvy body. I was resigned to my body long ago. I wasn’t model skinny like most girls, but out here, men tended to like it that way. Despite that, I was always an awkward teenager, and it wasn’t until I was past eighteen that I grew into myself. With a busty chest and a rounded ass, I’d seen my fair share of men.
Not that any of them held a candle to Max. Immature, insecure, and inexperienced, the lot of them. The sorry group had convinced me that I was better off dedicating my heart to the diner. How long had it been since I’d felt a man’s touch? Until today, it’d been at least a year. Maybe that was why I was so surprised when he reached out like that.
But it was more than that. The way he had looked at me, demanded me to stay, was exhilarating. I realized that what I thought was just fear was something more akin to the anticipation before a rollercoaster drop. My hand slowly drifted down to my already slick mound.
I thought about those perfectly broad shoulders, about holding on to them as his tongue made its way to my entrance. I slipped two fingers into myself, already wet with need. Then I started to rub my engorged clit in a circular motion, building up the sensations of pleasure. In my head, I pretended that it was Max who was sucking on my little bud as he pressed me up against the stockroom shelf. He would be so hungry for the taste of my womanhood, I knew that much. The gaze in his eyes was unmistakable.
I brought my other hand up to my stiff peaks, twisting them, so that pain and pleasure swirled deliciously through my body. I quickened my movements, harder and harder, so that I had to lean against the cool tiles of the shower to keep myself up. No matter, Max would be there to keep me on my feet. His powerful hands would be tight around my hips, stopping me from bucking up towards him. He’d be in perfect control the whole time, and I was happy to let go and submit to his power. Water ran in rivulets over the plump contours of my body, the beating of the shower adding another layer to my arousal.
“More Max, More,” I whimpered. Desperate to be filled by him, I added a third finger into myself. I imagined his thick cock, pounding away at me, satisfying my need for his body. By now I was moaning loudly, not caring if the neighbours could hear. My eyelids fluttered as my hands moved expertly over myself, driving me over the peak into climax. My knees wobbled, weak from the intensity of my orgasm, and I fell onto the floor of the bathtub.
I was surprised by the intensity of my orgasm as I tried to catch my breath. If this what his touch could do to me, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold out if he tried anything more. As I stepped out of the shower, I noticed that my phone showed that I had a voicemail from mom. Strange. Usually at this time of the day, she would be busy in the
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