The Rogue is a Female Alpha novel Chapter 412

Chapter 412

Snowflakes

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I trembled once, then harder, my arms locked around his neck while the thick head of his cock rested right at my entrance. Four years. Four years since anything had come this close to my

pussy.

My body remembered pain; my mind screamed danger. Yet with him I only felt safe, wanted, starved.

He waited, palms steady on my waist, letting me breathe. He can feel my fear but almost my need. It appears he understood my plight, the trauma and he waited, gentle. I leaned forward, kissing him softly, then rolled my hips, taking just the tip, stretching around him. A low moan slipped out of me. He groaned against my mouth, but stayed still, letting me set the pace.

I pulled back an inch, opened my thighs wider, silently begging. He kissed me again, slow and filthy, then wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked once, twice, coating himself in my wetness. The fat head slid up and down my slit, nudging my clit, circling my hole, teasing until I was shaking.

“Again, please,” I whimpered, chasing his mouth.

He gave me one more cruel, perfect rub, then suddenly lifted me off the counter and set me on my knees in front of him.

His trousers and briefs hit the floor. He pulled the leather belt free with a sharp snap.

“Stay still,” he murmured, voice gravel-rough.

I froze when he circled behind me, gathered my wrists, and bound them tight with the belt. The bite of leather sent a dark thrill straight to my clit. When he stepped in front of me again, his cock stood angry and leaking, inches from my lips.

He fisted the base and stroked slowly, letting me watch every vein, every throb. Precum beaded, dripped. My pussy clenched on nothing, aching.

I opened my mouth to beg and he pressed the slick head to my lips, painting them.

“Patient,” he growled. “I’m still going to shove this cock down your throat and make you gag.”

He traced my lips with the tip, once, twice, then slid inside. Warm, salty, impossibly thick. He tucked it against my cheek, stretching my jaw, then dragged it out slow. I chased it helplessly.

He brought his heavy balls to my mouth next.

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“Open.” I did. He fed them to me one by one. I sucked gently, tongue swirling, and his head fell back with a ragged, “Oh fuck.”

When he finally gave me his cock again, he cradled my jaw.

“Now suck. Yes… again… fuck, that’s it. Good girl.”

The praise melted me. I loved it so much that he appreciated me. He gathered my hair into a fist and started thrusting, shallow at first, then deeper, hitting the back of my throat until spit spilled down my chin and tears blurred my vision. I gagged, moaned, took it like it was the only thing I was made for.

He slapped his wet cock against my cheek when he pull it out so I can catch my breath.

“Smile for me.”

I did, delirious, drooling, wrists bound, and he stare back like I was priceless.

His thrusts turned brutal. One hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make stars burst behind my eyes. He forced every inch down my throat and held me there.

I couldn’t breathe, didn’t want to. My pussy throbbed in time with my racing heart and then he came with a guttural groan, thick ropes flooding my mouth, spilling over my tongue while his fingers stayed locked around my neck. I swallowed greedily, milking him through it until he shuddered and finally let go.

Chest heaving, he untied my wrists. Red marks circled them; he kissed each one tenderly, then scooped me up tenderly and carried me to the bathtub already steaming with hot water.

He sank in first. I followed, straddling his lap, resting my back against his chest. Water lapped at my bruised nipples. His palms immediately covered my breasts, kneading gently, while his other hand stroked my hair.

I was wrecked. My jaw aching, throat raw, pussy pulsing with need and overstimulation.

“I’m tired, Cupid,” I mumbled, eyelids fluttering.

He hummed, lips brushing my temple. Then his hand slid down my belly and cupped my swollen pussy possessively.

My eyes fluttered open.

“Cupid, please…”

He didn’t answer with words. Two fingers parted my folds under the water and found rubbing slow, relentless circles. My exhausted body woke instantly, hips rolling into his touch. clit,

my

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