The Rogue is a Female Alpha novel Chapter 479

Chapter 479

Snowflakes

Finished

His rough palm slid over my bare breast, waking me instantly, though I kept my eyes stubbornly shut, pretending to sleep.

His fingers found my nipple and rolled it slowly pinching just hard enough to drag a helpless moan from my throat. My pussy clenched at the touch. He was already hard again; I could feel his thick cock pressing against my thigh, hot and demanding.

I squeezed my eyes tighter. If I opened them, I’d see those glowing green, sex-starved eyes, and we’d only finished fucking a few hours ago. My body was deliciously sore, my cunt still swollen and leaking his last load.

Cupid wasn’t fooled. He dragged my silk nightgown up to my neck, baring both breasts, and cupped the left one hard, kneading until I had no choice but to flutter my eyes open and meet his hungry stare.

“Cupid, please…” I whimpered, voice hoarse. “I’m so sleepy.”

“I know,” he murmured, leaning down to claim my mouth in a slow, filthy kiss. The cold dawn air kissed my skin as the sheet slipped lower. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be gentle.”

I sighed, already losing.

“Why are you so territorial about this pussy. Hmm, Cupid?” I asked tiredly, in love, unable to comprehend his intense desire.

He growled low, sliding both hands down to grip my ass and squeeze.

“Because this cunt, these tits, this entire body, every inch of you is mine.”

He dipped his head and sucked my nipple into his hot mouth, tongue flicking the hard peak, teeth grazing until I arched off the bed with a shaky cry. Sleep was gone. Need flooded me, sharp and urgent.

His hand slipped between my thighs, fingers gliding through my soaked folds. I spread my legs without thinking, thighs falling open like a desperate slut. He circled my clit slowly, teasing, then pressed two thick fingers inside me, curling them hard. I jolted, hips bucking.

“Oh fuck… right there… don’t stop, please…” The plea tore out of me helplessly before I could stop it.

I couldn’t wait anymore. I pushed up, straddling him fast, and he gripped the base of his cock, holding it upright so I could sink down in one slick drop.

My pussy swallowed him whole, stretched wide around his girth, and we both groaned into a messy, starving kiss.

I ground down hard, rolling my hips, chasing that perfect angle where his cock dragged against my front wall and made me see stars.

He gripped my hips bruisingly tight, lifting me and slamming me back down, over and over, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.

“Fuck,” he snarled, thrusting up to meet me, driving deeper, punishing.

Finished

Then he flipped us. I barely registered the movement before he yanked my hips up, shoved my face into the pillow, and mounted me from behind.

My cunt was thrust high in the air, dripping and ready. He dragged his tongue through my sloppy hole once, twice, then pinned my wrists behind my neck and buried his cock to the root in one brutal thrust.

I screamed into the pillow as he started pounding deep, punishing strokes that slammed into my cervix and made my legs shake. He didn’t slow, didn’t gentle; he fucked me like he wanted to break me open, hips snapping, balls slapping my clit with every thrust.

I came hard, pussy clamping down on him, squirting messily around his cock, but he didn’t stop. He kept railing me until I was sobbing, overstimulated and trembling..

Finally he pulled out, fisted my hair, and dragged me down to my knees.

“Open,” he growled.

I dropped to my knees instantly, mouth wide, and he shoved his cock past my lips just as he started coming. Thick, hot ropes flooding my tongue, coating the back of my throat.

He waited for a heart stopping seconds, deliriously satisfied and then he held my mouth still in place as his piss followed, strong and warm. I gulped it down greedily, choking, until every drop was gone.

I collapsed onto the mattress, wrecked and shaking.

He didn’t leave me there. Cupid scooped me up like I weighed nothing, carried me to the bathroom, and lowered me gently into the warm bathtub he’d already started filling.

I leaned back, boneless, while he grabbed soap but my pussy was still pulsing, needy, clenching around nothing. I was addicted. I needed more.

‘Cupid?” I whispered, thighs already parting.

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