Abandoned While Pregnant, Claimed by the Alpha novel Chapter 162

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“Ah… Hebert…” I whimpered helplessly, my voice already edged with tears. My walls fluttered in waves under his touch, my clit swollen and aching, and att–Lcould do was roll my hips against the sand, shamelessly chasing the pressure of his fingers. The humiliation of being so completely at his mercy tangled with the pleasure I couldn’t suppress, until every inch of my skin filt raw and oversensitized

His other hand reached around from behind, yanked my bikini top aside, and seized my breast–squeezing hard, pulling and rolling my nipple between his rough fingers. The sharp, aching pleasure of it dragged a broken whimper from my throat. He bit down on my earlobe with a growl, his teeth dragging a deep red mark into the back of my neck.

The rich cedar scent of him mixed with the salt and damp of the sea breeze, flooding my senses.

“Don’t… we’re outside… we’re on the beach…” I managed. “What if someone sees us… what if a boat passes..”

“This place belongs only to us.” Hebert’s voice was low and thick with the need o possess, utterly indifferent to my protest and he snapped the fragile ties of my swimsuit in one sharp pull. Blinding sunlight poured without mercy over every inch of my bare body as his hard, scorching frame pressed down over me with ruthless intent.

He gripped my waist and drove my hips up high, positioning me in an irresistibly exposed arch. My lips were laid completely open to the glaring light, slick and parted, the sheen of my arousal catching the sun in a way that made the whole wide stretch of beach feel like it was watching every shameless detail of me.

“Hebert! Ah…” A sharp, desperate cry broke from me as my fingers clawed into the fine sand. The humiliation of being so utterly exposed on an open beach burned through me like fire – terrifying and, God help me, unbearably exciting. Without a moment’s hesitation he guided his thick, veined cock to my drenched entrance and snapped his hips forward–that scorching, iron–hard length drove through me in one savage stroke, wrenching my tight walls open and burying itself to the absolute hilt.

The sensation of being completely filled, completely claimed, crashed through my entire body with an intensity that nearly stopped my breath. Hebert began to move with dominant, driving force. Each thrust sank deep before pulling back with equal power, the heavy slap of skin on skin cutting clean through the sound of the waves on the open beach.

“Fuck… you’re so goddamn tight… squeezing me so good…” he snarled, one hand fisting lightly in my hair and pulling my head back, the other kneading my breast roughly. “This wet, this greedy… you were made to be fucked on this beach, weren’t you?” His filthy words sent my pulse into chaos.

My walls clenched tighter around him without my permission. I didn’t hate what he’d become in this moment – I was completely consumed by it, drawn in by this wild thing he kept hidden, my body answering his brutal rhythm with an honesty ! couldn’t fake. The pleasure swallowed me whole like a violent wave. Broke, breathless sobs tore from me even as my hips rolled back to meet every thrust.

The ruthless sunlight illuminated every bare inch of my skin. The sea breeze swept cool across the wet, joined place between us. The distant crash of waves and the occasional cry of a seabird kept pulling me back to reality — we were having sex on an open beach, visible from any direction. The extreme shame of it wove through the searing physical pleasure until I was nearly undone by the combination, yet I couldn’t stop moving against him.

Before long, Hebert suddenly flipped me over to face him. His powerful body pressed me flat into the soft sand, my legs shoved roughly apart and hooked around his waist, his thick cock still buried deep inside me. He dropped his head and crushed his mouth to mine in a fierce kiss, his tongue forcing its way in, curling around mine in a demanding, thorough claiming while his hips kept driving into me with that same relentless, dominant rhythm.

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The pleasure built and sharpened beyond bearing. My inner walls began to seize around him in strong, rhythmic contractions, gripping and pulling at his cock. My clit ground against the hard plane of his lower abdomen with every thrust, each impact detonating a burst of electric, bone–deep pleasure.

And then the orgasm broke loose like a dam giving way

“Ah!! Hebert —!” My back snapped into a rigid arch, the cry ripping from my throat raw and ragged. My walls clenched in deep, violent spasms, wave after wave of fierce contractions seizing his cock, the soft flesh shaking and squeezing in frantic,

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helpless pulses. A scalding rush of slick burst free in uncontrollable sorges, splashing against his shaft and head, soaking the place where we were joined and the sand beneath us.

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