Abandoned While Pregnant, Claimed by the Alpha novel Chapter 166

I clung to the edge of the counter for dear life. The pleasure detonated through me like a violent tsunami, flooding every inch of

me in an instant.

Just when I thought this madness would end in the kitchen, Hebert abruptly lifted me off the counter and carried me toward the spacious living room.

He slammed me down onto the glossy black grand piano.

My bare back crashed onto the cold black and white keys, and the impact tore a long, chaotic, thunderous roar from the instrument–Clang–Clang clang! Clang–The violent assault on my ears and the overwhelming pleasure raging through my body crashed together in a single, savage wave.

Hebert moved like a beast entirely beyond restraint, taking me in brutal, relentless strokes across that sacred instrument. With every savage thrust, my body was driven helplessly across the keys, and sharp, chaotic notes rang out through the villa again and again – wild and dissonant, like a symphony being torn apart at the seams. My back was pressed against the cold lacquered surface of the piano lid, and with every powerful drive forward, my spine dragged and rolled across the keys. Deep bass tones crashed against high, piercing notes in turn, the disordered, obscene music tangling with our ragged breathing and the hard slap of bodies colliding, echoing endlessly through the open room.

“Hebert… ah… too deep…” I sobbed helplessly, fingers locked around the rim of the piano lid so hard my knuckles went white

“Play for me, Ashley!” He kissed my collarbone with fierce, burning lips, his voice a hoarse command. “Use your body–play the most beautiful music you can for me!” He growled the words as he drove faster, that thick, burning cock spearing through me again and again, the head driving into the deepest, most sensitive point with every thrust. Each impact sent my body shuddering violently backward across the keys, pulling out cascades of increasingly frantic, disordered sound–rumbling bass, as though the entire piano had given itself over to accompanying our desire. shrieking high notes, broken trembling chords

The cold lid beneath me and the scorching heat of Hebert’s body above created a violent contrast in temperature, and every time he pressed down harder, my breasts were crushed between us, my stiff nipples dragging against his chest and sending sharp sparks of sensation through me. The sea breeze drifted in through the floor–to–ceiling windows, carrying its salt–damp scent, but it did nothing to cool the fire consuming me from the inside. The pleasure mounted relentlessly, my inner walls beginning to clench and spasm around him in fierce, rhythmic pulses. My clit was ground hard against him with every thrust, each impact detonating a burst of electric pleasure through my entire body.

And then the orgasm broke loose like a dam giving way.

“Ah-!! Hebert-!” My back arched violently off the keys, the cry tearing from my throat raw and ragged. My walls seized around him in deep, convulsive spasms, wave after wave of fierce contractions gripping and squeezing and pulling at his cock. With every savage thrust that followed, my back continued to drag across the keys, sending fresh cascades of wild, high–pitched notes ringing through the room, as though the piano itself were crying out in answer to my climax.

A scalding rush of slick burst free in uncontrollable waves, splashing against his cock and flooding the place where we were joined, soaking both of us and the gleaming lacquered surface of the piano lid beneath us. My clit throbbed at a frenzied pitch under the intensity of it all, each pulse sending a detonation of electric pleasure from my core straight through to the crown of my head, my vision bleaching white in rapid flashes.

My legs shook violently, locked tight around his waist, my fingers buried deep in the broad muscle of his back. My breasts heaved with every ragged breath, nipples stiff and aching, every inch of my skin stripped raw with sensation. The cold of the piano lid, the harsh and chaotic music still ringing in my ears, the salt–damp breath of the sea wind, his deep cedar scent, the scorching heat of his skin and the rough pull of his breathing – all of it converged into a single, overwhelming sensory storm 1. had no defense against. The pleasure surged through me in long, towering waves, each one higher than the last, hurling me to the peak again and again before pulling me under into the deep, consuming bliss of complete surrender. My cries broke apart into ragged, breathless sobs that tangled with the wild music still reverberating around us

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