The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 242

Book 2:Chapter 23-1

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The second my back hit the mattress, his mouth was on mine again, claiming me with the same

desperate hunger.

This time, I had nothing left to fight with.

My body wanted him just as fiercely as he wanted me-maybe more.

Reason dissolved completely as his tongue plunged deep, tangling with mine in a wet, consuming dance. I didn’t even register the moment my thighs parted wider, inviting him in, hips tilting up on

pure instinct.

His hand trailed a slow, burning path up my inner thigh, deliberate and teasing. The blunt head of him nudged my soaked entrance-just enough to make me whimper into his kiss-then retreated,

leaving me aching.

Fingers continued their lazy journey: over my hip, across the trembling plane of my stomach, until he cupped one breast, squeezing firmly, thumb flicking the peak.

I arched hard off the bed, breaking the kiss with a sharp gasp. Every place he touched lit me up- electric jolts racing straight to my core. I wanted him. Craved him. Would have begged, screamed, died for him right then.

He pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses along my cheek, down the column of my throat, until his lips closed over the mating mark and sucked hard.

Shockwaves ripped through me.

“Mr. Chester-“I gasped again.

He growled against my skin.

I didn’t care anymore.

“Just put it in already,” I pleaded, voice wrecked.

Slowly-agonizingly-he pressed forward.

His whole body locked tight with tension as he sank inside, inch by thick inch. A low, guttural “Ah- tore from his throat when he finally seated himself fully, stretching me to the absolute limit.

I gritted my teeth, bracing against the sharp burn. It hurt-God, it hurt-even though it wasn’t my first time. But nothing had ever felt this big, this overwhelming.

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Book 2 Chapter 23-1

He stilled, eyes searching my face with sudden concern.

“It must hurt,” he murmured, voice rough but soft.

It did.

But the pain was already melting into something darker, hotter.

“Move,” I demanded, “and stop talking.”

I regretted the words the instant they left my mouth.

He pulled out almost completely-then slammed back in with one powerful, full-force thrust.

My hips jerked off the bed. A scream ripped from my throat.

“Like that?” he rasped, eyes blazing.

Yes. God, yes.

Again.

Words failed me. I could only nod frantically.

He did it again-harder, deeper.

“But faster,” I begged in a rush.

A wicked, almost feral grin twisted his lips.

“If you say so.”

Then he started moving in earnest.

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Every stroke dragged along every sensitive inch inside me, hitting places I didn’t even know could feel this good. I could do nothing but cry out-loud, shameless, lost in pure ecstasy.

The pleasure swallowed me whole.

Soon I was begging-actually begging-for more, harder, deeper.

And he gave it. Relentlessly.

I lost count of how many times I shattered beneath him, body shaking, thighs trembling, voice

hoarse.

But he still wasn’t done.

Not even close.

Do werewolves really have this kind of stamina? Or was it just… him?

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