Alpha Heat by Deva Long Read Free Book Online Page B

into his face, rocking in time with his licks.
    Karl used an even rhythm, first slow, then fast. I panted right along with him, like his motion controlled my breaths.
    Then he put his lips around my button and sucked, flicking his tongue underneath. He trapped my little bud against his stiff upper lip.
    “Oh my god!” I screamed. “Oh oh oh.”
    Before Karl, only I could make myself babble like that.
    He lifted my ass with one hand and ran the tips of his fingers over the lips of my cunt. I didn’t think I could stand anymore. Then I found that I could. I had to.
    Karl’s knot held better than I thought it would.
    I’m all tied up and I can’t get away!
    He ran one finger around my insides, gathering my juices.
    Then he put two fingers in. I pressed my hips up again, finding that I could get some leverage by pulling against my bound wrists.
    Karl ran his fingers further inside me and pressed upward.
    “O my baby my baby,” I whispered, unable to catch my breath enough to scream. He found that spot that I could only find with my curved massager.
    As he rubbed me there he continued to swirl his tongue around my clit.
    My temperature rose and an electric tingle swept up from his fingers, up my spine, and into my brain like that white light some folks say they see when they die. I wasn’t dying, but now there flashed pink waves in the white light and from far off I could hear myself panting and moaning, “don’t stop, right there, don’t stop,” again and again.
    Everything in my world centered around my two spots, with his tongue on one while his fingers worked the other. I could feel only those two parts of him, touching me, and nothing else mattered. Wave after wave rolled over me as I exploded.
    Still he kept going, with the same smooth rhythm. Each stroke just a bit faster than the one before.
    The pink light shattered into deep blue filled with stars, and I wailed, shaking his head between my thighs, feeling liquid spurting and shooting from me as I exploded.
    If someone filmed me having this orgasm and gave me an Oscar for my performance, I’d have to say at the ceremony that it was a letdown, the red carpet, the stars, the glory, the jewels, compared to the joy of the performance itself.
    As I came off the peak I hoped he knew when to stop, and he did.
    The stars faded to black and I felt everything in slow motion, with the intensity turned up. The cotton sheets on my skin, the rough leather around my wrists, the sweat running between my breasts, itchy pain from my pussy like a light sunburn.
    My skin burned but I wanted more.
    I look at him, my mouth open, “please, Sir?” Drool ran down my cheek, and I didn’t care. I needed him inside me, I need him to crush me with his weight, needed him to cum as hard as I just did.
    I wanted to see him pant and shake.
    From somewhere he pulled out a foil package and bit one corner, ripping it open.
    I gasped seeing his full erection. He was longer than any man I’d ever known or seen, other than in the movies I’d watched once when drunk at a friend’s. And thick as my wrist. He was real, and he was here, and he rolled a translucent condom down his full-sized red tipped self.
    He looked concerned. “If I’m going too fast, or I’m too much, it’s OK Grace. I can wait.”
    “No, no waiting.” I spread my legs apart, rolling my hips. “Please, go slow.”
    He raised his eyebrows at me, not moving.
    “Please, fuck, me.” I moaned. Knowing what he wanted I said, “Sir.”
    He seemed to get even larger, even harder when I said that. Such a simple thing I could give him, that word. An act of devotion. A gift.
    Karl held his hand to his mouth and spat into his palm, then rubbed his slick hand on the condom so it glistened. He touched his tip softly against my nether lips, running it up and down, gathering my juices. I was amazed I still had some left having poured out the flood that drenched the sheets around my hips.
    He poked his cock in, then drew it back.