Find Me Alastar

“Fuck me.” She growls. “I need you to fuck me. Hard. Right now.”

I smile into her. I love it when she gets to this point… and she always does. She’s so desperate

for my cock.

I’m being selfish, I know. I should let her come like this. But I want to feel her muscles contract

around me because this climax of hers is going to be strong. She’s as revved up as I am. It’s going to

feel so damn good.

I stand, suddenly aware that I am still dressed in my black dinner suit. She smiles lovingly up at

me and I smirk as I rip my jacket off, and then undo my shirt and bow tie at record speed. I rip my

pants down and my cock springs free. Emmaline laughs in delight and the sound is like an axe

coming down on my neck.

She sits up and tries to grab my cock, but I push her back with force. I don’t want her mouth.

With one hard slam I am inside her and she cries out. I stay still to let her adjust to my size. I can’t

hurt her, no matter how much I would love to.

I close my eyes as the fire in my balls demands some movement. My lips take hers and I pull out

then slowly sink back in.

Oh dear fucking God, she feels so good. My cock can feel every single muscle deep inside of her.

This woman was born to seduce me. To fuck me. To drag me to my fucking knees.

I slam back into her and she cries out. Damn this. I need it harder. I pull out and flip her over

onto her knees and pull her legs as wide apart as they will go. I grab a handful of her hair with one

hand, holding her hipbone with the other, and start to ride her hard. She gasps at my brutality.

In and out.

I need it harder.

I take my thumb and gently slide it into her back opening, and she moans, dropping her head to

the bed to change the angle of her ass.

My eyes roll back in my head as the most intense orgasm I have ever felt from a woman rips me

near in half. She screams into her pillow as my body takes on its own life and tears into her.

I couldn’t stop this even I tried. I throw myself across her back as my cock shoots straight into

the centre of my beautiful purpose.

I pant, gasping for air, completely overcome with the feelings I have for the beautiful purposeContent held by NôvelDrama.Org.

that is both my savior and my sacrifice.

Emerson

I wake to the feeling of Alastar getting out of bed but decide to doze a little longer; my tired eyes won’t

open. I smile in my contented state of semi-consciousness while I recall last night.

Magical doesn’t even come close to describing it.

Alastar made me feel like a queen at the ball and when we got home He’d fucked me like he’d hated

my guts, again and again… and again. It was the best mind-blowing sex I have ever had in my life.

I sense him walking around and I open one eye to see what he is doing. He bends and picks up my

dress to fold it neatly. He then brings it up to his face and inhales it deeply. I smile as I pretend to sleep.

He’s smelling my clothes. He picks up my panties and bra and, once again, inhales them. He smiles and

then folds them, placing them carefully on top of my dress on the chair. He picks up his clothes and folds

them neatly, too, and then walks into the bathroom with them, no doubt to put them in the washing hamper.

Why he would fold clothes to put into a dirty washing basket, though, I don’t know. I hear him in the

bathroom and I smile into my pillow. Neat freak. He’s packing my hot rollers and makeup away. He walks

back out into the bedroom and I feel him standing watching me for a moment.

I smile on the inside because he has no idea that I am awake. He walks around to his side of the bed

and turns the lamp off. We must have fallen asleep with it on. And then he does something I don’t

understand. He turns the lamp on and off four times as if testing it or something. I frown to myself. What is

he doing?

He then walks into the bathroom and I hear the light switch turn on and off four times. I frown into my

pillow. He then walks out and picks up my folded clothes and rearranges them on the chair before he

refolds them.

What the hell is he doing?