Rejected, Abused, I Fall for the Forbidden Alpha (by Riley Scott) novel Chapter 40

Chapter 40

Hades POV

She must be some sort of enchantress or witch. I’m completely under her spell. I should never have let my jealousy get the better of me, should never have distracted Marissa for my own selfish designs. The thought of Raven being with another man, however, causes me to feel so much rage that my entire vision goes red. She belongs to me. She is mine. No other man is permitted to touch her. It’s irrational, illogical, and right now I don’t care.

I tense as she undoes the zipper on my pants. Her hand gently reaches in and pulls out my cock, her eyes widening slightly as she takes the sight of it in. She wraps her fingers around my member, and I keep my eyes fixed on the ceiling, afraid that if I look at her, I might blow my load then and there. All my protestations have faded. She slowly rubs her hand up and down, massaging my cock and I groan, unable to deny the amount of pleasure she’s giving me.

“You’re so big,” she whispers, “so smooth.”

Her voice turns me on even more. She sounds in awe of my huge cock, which only makes me even harder.

She gently rubs the tip. It’s torture. I can feel my body trembling as I fight the urge to grab her and show her just how hard my cock can be as I fuck her. I look down, seeing the top of her head with that glorious hair, and inhale sharply as she carefully begins to take my cock into her mouth. My breathing becomes shallow and uneven; my heart begins to race. My hands go to the edge of the seat on either side of my legs, my nails digging into the leather.

It’s a miracle I didn’t lose it right then and there. She was like a wet dream.

She slides her mouth up and down, her hand still stroking me near my balls. She becomes more confident, more enthusiastic, her head bobbing up and down, my cock sliding in and out of her tight little throat.

My legs brace themselves. I can hear myself growling and grunting. My hips begin to thrust, forcing myself deeper into her. She sucks on me hard, as though her life depends on it, twirling her tongue over the tip of me over and over again before moving down and up. She seems to know exactly what feels good, her hair keeping me from seeing her face completely.

“Raven,” I manage to choke out her name as the delicious sensations continue to course through my body, my body so heated that it feels like I might spontaneously combust, “if you keep going like that, I’m not going to be able to hold back,” I try to warn her through panting.