💜💜 ALPHA BOYS 💜💜

💜💜 ALPHA BOYS 💜💜CHAPTER 21&22

  (The•Devil's•Plaything)
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CHAPTER 21&22

By; Jack God'stime.

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"Ohh!!.. Killian!... Oh my gawd!" Her voice came half-moan and half-scream, and he stilled his finger then looked her in the eyes as a red light came on.

Shock is written boldly on her pretty face, and her eyes are popping beyond control, making her brows stretch longer, but despite the look of trepidation, she couldn't hide the lust in her eyes.

They're staring right at him, begging him to take them out on a spree.

"You're so sinfully wet, little flower. So fúcking drenched" he said unflinchingly.

He grabbed her waist with the other hand, and Zinnia gasped as he shoved her to his chest so her breàsts smashed him, then he dipped his finger deeper into her core.

He made sure he's knuckle-deep before starting to pump the finger in and out of her pu$sy, her wetness slicking his fingers so much that the sound of it filled the room.

Zinnia got a hold of his shoulders quickly so she wouldn't fall as her feet began trembling on the marbled floor.

She's not sure of what exactly is going on right now, but whatever it is, it feels so fúcking crazy, too crazy that she felt her head spinning as his finger moved in circles inside her clenching pu$sy.

He was hitting her on the right spot at each maddening thrust, and he didn't give her any warning before adding another finger, stretching her out.

"Ouch!! Ahh!" She shrieked, and that went straight to his cock.

His royal majesty strained against his jean as her hold on his broad shoulders got tighter.

He picked up an unhealthy pace.

The scene of how she was screaming Viktor's number in the field earlier replayed his head, and he almost added one more finger, but she might just pass out if he does.

Though that won't be a bad idea, but he needs her conscious while wrecking her.

"Killian! Oh gawd!" She clutched at his arms, her nails digging tiny crescents into his jacket.

His eyes twitched at that move. So fúcking beautiful. So fúcking right.

He slowly withdrew his fingers which were already so drenched with her juices, but she wasn't chanced to breath before he knocked them back inside her.

Her body bowed, and she let out a tiny yelp as her tiny hands left his shoulders and came to his chest to fist his black designer shirt.

The room shifted beneath them, and sweat beaded her brows and temples as he pounded deeper. Harder. Madder!

"Oh my!" She sobbed. "I can't take... fûck!" She sobbed with a broken voice.

It's expected, he's not taking it easy. He's not gonna do that.

The creamy sounds of the finger-fûck got animalistic, and his royal majesty got harder in his pants, so hard that it could pound nails.

He was dying to get inside her, but not yet. Not tonight.

He could finger her like this all night. No inhibitions, no stupid smiles, just punishment and wild abandonment.

Her pu$$y convulsed around his fingers and coated them with her milk.

"Your obedient little cûnt is taking my fingers so good, literally strangling it. How better will it take my cock?" He said, and her face went to the crook of his neck.