My back arched.

My belly clenched.

And I couldn’t stop.

The squelching noises were obscene. Sticky. Loud. The air reeked of sb*/bx and slick and sweat. My thighs pped against the sheets. My hips rolled. I was a mess. A needy, dripping, crying slut of a mess.

“Please…Alpha…please…”

I moaned into the room like a f*****g offering.

My fingers curled again. My p***iy /isqueezed around them like it was trying to keep them in. But they weren’t enough. They were too thin. Too short. Too human. And I needed a monster. I needed that thick c**k I’d felt pressing into my stomach, so f*****g high up it made me think he could f**k my soul out of my body.

My thighs started to shake.

My breath came out in short, sharp pants. My nb*****/bs were rock hard, tight points brushing the air with every movement. My free hand grabbed one, twisted, pulled until pain lit up my chest and pleasure shot straight to imy /iclit.

“Oh fuck..oh fuck..please…

I was losing it. It felt like my mind had gone to another dimension because f**k I was gone.

And still, I imagined him.

Not touching me.

Not fb*****/bg me.

Midnight C m

Just watching..

Arms folded.

bc/b**k out.

Smirking.

Watching me fall apart like the filthy, desperate little slut I was.

His voice echoed in my head…

“That p***y’s loud, baby. She screams for me before I even touch her.”

I screamed.

Loud.

So loud it cracked the air.

The orgasm ripped through me like lightning.

My legs mped shut around my hand. My p***iy /iclenched and fluttered. I could feel it..spasming, gushing, coating my fingers in another wave of wet heat that made a mess of my thighs, my robe, the bed beneath me.

My hips wouldn’t stop jerking. My body writhed, trying to ride out everyst pulse of that pleasure. I was choking on it. Drowning in it. Gasping for air between whimpers.

And still…

Still…

It wasn’t enough.

Because it wasn’t him.

Not his voice.

Not his hands.

Not his c**k.

I let my fingers slip out of me.

Slow.

Sticky.

They glistened in the low light, slick smeared to the knuckles, soaked in every bit of proof that I was fb*****/bg

ruined.

And I whispered to the ceiling like a confession:

“I need you, Alpha.”

My hand fell limp beside me.

My chest rose and fell like I was dying.

And maybe I was.

Because I didn’t know how many more times I could c*m before something broke inside me.

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Midnight C–m

And I wanted him to be the one who broke it.

+8 Powis

My breath went up and down, chest rising in uneven waves as I stared at the ceiling like it held the answers to every filthy, shameful thing I’d just done.

f**k.

I just gave myself a mind–blowing orgasm..three, actually..and I didn’t even feel guilty about it.

Not even a little.

If anything, I felt… high.

I rolled over with a groan, legs sticking together from the mess between them. My p***iy /istill twitched. Still clenched like it didn’t believe it was over. I could feel my slick cooling on the inside of my thighs, tacky and hot and humiliating. I needed to clean up. To sleep. To forget.

But I knew sleep wouldn’te.

It never did.

I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and blinked at the screen.

2:08 AM. f**k.

Royalty Writes

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