Camille felt hot, well her whole body felt hot. The kind that said 'I'm burning form my insides and there's nothin I can't do about it.' She wanted to open her eyes, but something in her brain was stopping her. She felt calloused hands rub her breasts, they were big and warm. She arched her back, letting the person touching her know that she was enjoying his touch. The skin to skin contact made her realize she was naked from head to toe.
A pair of lips kept trailing kisses along her stomach, then her navel area and then between her thighs. The feel of scruff was sending her nerve end to another level. She moaned as the hands roamed her chest area, one hand was blissfully squeezing her breast and the other was pulling at her erect nipple.
Camille tried to move her hands, to explore the new individual, however, as she tried to move her arms she realized that she was tied up. She knew she should be scared off of the man doing the touching, however for some reason she felt safe and lustful. When she felt open mouthed kisses in her thighs, instead if closing them up. She spread them a little more to give the stranger access to her most precious area.
"Open your eyes my little mate." A voice said, strangely it sounded familiar to her. As if an act of magic, her eyes finally opened and she could see the man before her. It was the same man of the club, the one that had claimed she was his. She stared at his deep blue eyes, they were full of lust, love and something more she couldn't identify.
The man looked up at her, and growled a little as he saw her nibble on her bottom lip. The man with a deep growl said, "Mate" he rasped, "Don't start something you can't finish."
"What if I can?" She responded. Lust filling her judgement, she didn't want anything more than to be ravished by this man. His blue eyes filled with lust, "As you say mate." He finally said and then bury himself in her most private area. Camille moaned loudly as she felt his tongue invade her, his forearms were wrapped tightly around her thighs.
She felt him nibble, suck and lick her rosebud. As he kept ravishing her, she became more wet, and her moans and cries became louder. "Oh god!" She whispered as she rolled back her eyes.
She lifted her hips, as the pleasure became more intense. Her body was on fire, her heart pumped faster and faster. Her sighs and moans became more frequent, and for some reason she felt as if his tongue has slipped a bit more into her.
She felt high, just as if she could touch the stars. With every second that passed, she became more aware of her body. She felt as if she wanted to pee, but she realized that it was her climax coming on. She was so close yet so far. With a whimper she said, "Please."
Just as if he knew what she meant, he inserted two fingers in her. With a swift thrust Camille came in his fingers. Her hip rolled in circles as her orgasm washed over her. Just as her orgasm finished, she felt him over her, she heard something hit the ground, but she didn't even care to see. "Open your eyes Camille, let me see those beautiful eyes of you. " The stranger demanded and she obeyed. She stared at him for a moment, before she felt him thrust in her.
Camille screamed as she felt him stretch her. She gasped for air as her body tried to accommodate to his size. After a few minutes, he slipped out and then in. He kept a slow rhythm, but Camille was restless, she wanted more.
"Faster." She growled which surprised her, she had never sounded so demanding, animalistic. Just as if he was listening the stranger's thrusts became harder and faster, it was until she wrapped her arms around him, that she didn't notice when was she released. Camille dragged her nails down his back, leaving bright red scratches.
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Loving The Alpha
Hombres Lobo**ON A HIATUS** Camille Santos is just a 19-year-old who's trying to keep her family afloat. On the days she takes care of her family, by nights she works as a stripper. At least that was her plan until powerful, gorgeous, and intimidating alpha...