Rejected, Abused, I Fall for the Forbidden Alpha (by Riley Scott) novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97

“Nobody else can touch me,” I mewl.

I’m on fire. I shudder as I cum and this time he stops. I’m a mess. I can barely move. His hands tear off

the blindfold and he undoes his zipper. I open my mouth but he puts my hands on my breasts.

“Spread them,” his voice is hoarse.

For a moment I look up at him and he looks at me, glowering as I hesitate. I do as he asks.

I obey. My hands parts my breasts, wondering what he’s about to do. He kneels over me, his eyes pinning me. Slowly, he slides his cock between my breasts. He’s hard. He moves his cock up and down as I lie there, my hands on my breasts, my eyes wide. He’s fucking them. Sliding, grunting as he feels the smoothness of my breasts and the friction as he continues to thrust back and forth.

“Push your breasts against my cock,” he orders, his voice raspy.

I do. He groans out loud. His movements become faster but still controlled. I’ve never seen anything so decadent so sinful. It puts the last few encounters to shame. My body bounces up and down, my tits rubbing against him, creating friction. I can still feel cold patches on my body. He begins to stiffen. His growl is ferocious. He pulls slightly back and then shudders, his seed spilling onto my chest as I let go of my breasts and lie there, stunned.

“Perfectly,” I breathe, my body sore and aching, my core pulsating with aftershocks. It’s going to be a long time until I move that’s for sure. That is, if I even can. Right now, even the thought of running a bath is too draining. He’s taken everything I have to give and then some. I doubted I could have gone another orgasm without passing out unconscious.

“Good. Next time I might not be so magnanimous, or gentle,” he warned, his voice going lower as I stare up at him, my eyes wide, my mouth gently parted as I lick my lips, causing him to look even more grim as he slides his gaze away from me.

“Promises, promises,” I whisper and he makes a grunt and then begins to move away from me, leaving my chest tightening in disappointment.

If that was gentle, I shuddered to think what he might consider rough, I thought, watching as he left, leaving his tie behind on the bed. I pick it up slowly, letting it run through my fingers ans smile, placing it beside me on the bed, a trophy to keep and a reminder of what just happened. I would treasure it, always.