After One Night with the Alpha (Brad and Elle) novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55

Elle’s POV

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His hand clamped down on my arm, pinning me to the silk sheets. His thigh wedged between my legs, pressing against my lower body, trapping me beneath his weight.

My heart thundered. His other hand roamed my body, touching my tits.

“Stop squirming, Elle,” he growled.

His cock strained against his pants, a thick, unmistakable bulge that pressed against my thigh as he leaned

closer, caging me against the bed.

“Brad, get the fuck off me!” I snapped, my voice sharp but trembling. I yanked at my wrists, but his grip

was iron, unyielding.

My tits heaved with every ragged breath, and his gaze dropped to them, lingering on the stiff peaks of my nipples, betraying how my body was already responding to him.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” he said, his lips curling into a dangerous smirk that sent a shiver racing down my spine. His free hand grazed my collarbone, trailing down to cup one of my tits, his thumb brushing the nipple with a deliberate slowness that made me bite my lip to stifle a gasp. “Your body’s already begging for my cock, Elle. Don’t pretend it’s not”

“Fuck you,” I spat, but the words felt hollow as his fingers pinched my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger until a jolt of pleasure shot straight to my cunt.

My thighs clenched instinctively, and I hated how wet I was, how my pussy throbbed with every rough

touch.

His hand slid lower, skimming the slight swell of my pregnant belly, his touch lingering there for a moment, almost reverent, before dipping between my thighs. His fingers found my slick folds, parting them with a slow, teasing stroke that made my hips jerk.

“Goddamn, you’re dripping,” he muttered, his voice thick with dark satisfaction as he pushed two fingers inside my pussy, curling them against that spot that male my vision blur.

I whimpered, my body arching into his hand despite my protests, the pleasure so intense it felt like a

betrayal.

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His fingers pumped in and out, slow at first, then faster his thumb circling my clit with a precision that

had me trembling. My pussy clenched around him, desperate for more, and I hated how good it felt, how every stroke sent sparks of ecstasy racing through me.

“Brad, please,” I gasped, my voice breaking as I twisted beneath him, my nails digging into his forearms. I

wanted to push him away, to scream that this wasn’t part of our deal, but my body was screaming

something else entirely.

His thigh wedged between my legs, spreading them wider, and I felt the hard length of his cock through his

pants, pressing against my hip, promising more. My cunt ached for it, for him, and the realization made my

cheeks burn with shame.

He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, his breath hot and ragged. “You’re gonna take my cock, Elle,” he

said. “And you’re gonna fucking love it.” His words were harsh, but his hand moved with a strange care, his

fingers slowing inside me, stretching me gently as if preparing me for what was coming.

He released my wrists, only to grab my hips and flip me onto my stomach, my knees sinking into the

mattress. My tits pressed against the sheets, the friction against my nipples sending another wave of

pleasure through me.

His hands spread my thighs wide, exposing my pussy completely, and I felt the cool air against my wet folds, making me shiver. I turned my head, catching a glimpse of him as he unbuckled his belt.

His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the tip glistening.

“Brad, don’t-” I started, but my words dissolved into a moan as he pressed the head of his cock against my pussy, teasing my entrance with slow, shallow thrusts. My hands fisted the sheets, my body trembling with

anticipation, and I hated how much I wanted this, how my cunt was practically begging for him to fill me.

He pushed in, slow at first, his cock stretching my tight pussy inch by agonizing inch, and I cried out, the

sensation overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that made my head spin.

He bottomed out, his balls pressed against my ass. He stilled for a moment, his hands gripping my hips, and I felt the faintest tremor in his fingers, like he was holding himself back, making sure not to hurt me

or the baby.

Each thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through me, my pussy clenching around his cock as he fucked me

harder, faster.

I couldn’t stop the moans spilling from my lips. My cunt was on fire, every nerve alight with ecstasy, and I felt myself climbing higher, closer to the edge with every brutal thrust. His hand slid around, finding my

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clit, and he rubbed it in tight, rough circles, the sensation so intense I saw stars.

“God, Brad,” I moaned, my voice hoarse, my body shaking as the pleasure built to a breaking point. My pussy gripped his cock like a vice, and I could feel every vein, every ridge as he fucked me, the friction driving me insane.

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“Say you’re mine,” he growled, his voice thick with need, his cock pounding into me with a rhythm that had me teetering on the edge. His thumb pressed harder on my clit, and I cried out, my pussy spasming as the orgasm hit me like a tidal wave.

Pleasure exploded through me, my cunt pulsing around his cock, my thighs trembling as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me. I’d never come so hard, my body shaking so violently I thought I might break apart, my moans turning to sobs as the intensity overwhelmed me.

“Say it,” he demanded again, his thrusts growing erratic, his cock swelling inside me. I could feel him losing control, his breath ragged, but his hand on my hip was steady.

“I’m yours,” I gasped, the words torn from me as another orgasm ripped through me, my pussy clenching so tight it hurt, the pleasure so sharp it was almost unbearable.

Brad groaned, a deep, guttural sound, and I felt his cock pulse, hot cum flooding my pussy in thick spurts, filling me until it dripped down my thighs. He thrust once, twice more, riding out his release, before he stilled, his chest heaving against my back.

Then, without a word, he pulled out, the sudden emptiness making me whimper.

I heard the rustle of his clothes, the sharp zip of his pants, and then his footsteps, heavy and deliberate, as

he crossed the room. The door slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing in the silence, leaving me

alone on the bed.

I shifted, wincing at the soreness, and glanced down, my breath catching at the sight of his cum leaking

from my cunt, pooling on the sheets in thick, white rivulets.

I’d never thought it would feel so fucking good.

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