NOT MY ALPHA {+18}

32. Mackenzie

Mackenzie

Ryken could read my mind. The longer his tongue spent on my pussy, his head between my legs, the more I was convinced of it.

He knew every part of me that needed touching and tasting to send me into oblivion.

He took his time, making sure he found every spot that made me squirm.

And I did squirm, whimper, moan, arch. I was an entire orchestra of desire and he was the conductor.

I cried out as he broke me again. I had lost count of how many times he had made me orgasm.

But another one rushed through me like a solar flare. I was destroyed, my body filled with constant heat and tension.

I could barely breathe, my heart threatening to give out every time he used that damn tongue on me.

I yanked his hair back, holding the base of his braid and making his eyes meet mine.

"Enough," I panted.

He smirked, his lips glistening with my want.

"You're giving up? Not very Mackenzie Murlow of you," he teased, coming over my body with the gracefulness of a jaguar stalking his prey.

I should have been sick of being his prey but with the lust drug heavy in my veins and my mind foggy with desire, I couldn't bring myself to feel that way.

"It's your turn," I said, knocking him down so I could take control.

He chuckled against the kiss I pressed on him.

"There she is," he grinned then watched me as I lowered down his body to the thick length between his powerful thighs.

I kissed down his abs, then licked up his cock with a strong stroke that had his jaw clenching.

Then I filled my mouth with him, sucking hard, pulling back before sliding back down him.

Ryken groaned as I kept sucking him, giving him the same torture he had given me.

I kept him on the edge, the pulse in his length making his tip leak.

The salty taste of him coated my tongue and I lapped it up. I wanted him to feel as out of control as I had.

I kept licking and sucking until he was gripping the bedding in his fists and my pussy was dripping again.

Ryken pulled me off him, rolled us together, and was thrusting inside me all in the next second.

I cried out, my thighs clenching against his waist as we fucked hard.

Every stroke of him inside me was pure bliss. A filling, harsh bliss that had me arching into him.

Ryken held me tight, his grip on my waist punishing my skin but in the best way. His mouth crushed mine with tugs and pulls, every one of them turning up the heat inside me.

My core was alive with so much fire and need, every nerve inside me alive with pleasure. It was addictive, desperate pleasure that destroyed everything else in my consciousness.

I knew that the scientists must be watching, I knew that we had been fucking for a long time, and I knew that at some point the drug had taken over.

But I just couldn't bring myself to care about anything except getting more of Ryken in my body.

Every time I came, the rush was swift and intense but then it was over. I didn't want it to be over. Ever.

Ryken seemed to have the same sentiment as he relentlessly filled me.