Rejecting The Alpha Twins (Regan) novel Chapter 102

Third Person POV

“Oh god, oh god, oh god.” She threw her head back, her hair cascading down her bare shoulders, her hips grinding as she rocked back and forth, his hands on her breasts, gripping tightly, squeezing roughly, his eyes continuing to look up at her as she rode him for all she was worth. She knew she had to give it her all if she was going to convince him to do what she wanted. She couldn't afford to fail now. Not when she was so damn close to getting everything she needed. She would walk on broken glass if she had to.

“You’re nice and tight” he growled in approval, as she moved, his hands roaming all over her as she tried not to wince at the feeling of his wrinkles touching her skin, the wizened look on his face doing little to prevent his ardor or the desire he showed towards Heather Ramona.

He had been waiting for this for a long time and he hadn't wanted to wait any longer than he had to in order to get her into his bed.

She bit her lip and began to tighten her walls, hoping to make him ejaculate quicker. The old bastard was taking his time, and she was growing tired of riding him, of his hands grabbing her nipples and twisting them roughly, of his lips sucking at her breasts and occasionally nipping at them. It felt nothing like the sex she had with Johnathon or even that other miserable bastard Alpha Jackson. At least then she had relatively enjoyed herself, right now she was doing all the work and having to pretend she was enjoying it. It was tiring. She was getting no pleasure out of this at all and had her suspicions that she would be taking care of herself after this. It was a bitter thought but not surprising in the slightest.

She reminded herself of the plan, that this was worth it. The old man gripped her hip at the side and then slapped her buttock quite hard, causing her to inhale sharply at the throbbing pain. Despite his age, he still contained quite a lot of strength, and he wasn’t holding himself back as he thoroughly used her. He could put several young men to shame, she thought, scowling inwardly. She could feel him moving his hips beneath her. She hoped that was a sign that he was getting close to his own release as she nibbled on her lower lip and continued, his cock thrusting inside of her as she tried to pretend, she was somewhere, anywhere else.

“You’re just as tight as I imagined you to be” Alpha Kai hissed, his movements becoming more enthusiastic and even harder which she hadn't thought was possible. “You’re a slut for my cock” he growled.

“Just for you” she whimpered, making him give her a salacious grin.

He was getting off on the noises she made, the little cries and mewls she continued to make as she fucked him.

He was a dominant male and liked making her submission, forcing her to ride him and take his cock as he continued to pound away, slamming inside of her as hard as he could as he began to grow impatient with her steady rhythm while she rode him.

He truly thought she was enjoying his shriveled-up cock inside of her body. Heather Ramona was a wonderful actress if anything else. She could have made a fortune if she ever auditioned to be in movies. Alpha Kai was oblivious to her true feelings and saw only what was on the surface, exactly what she wanted him to see.

“Oh gods” he groaned out loud “I’m going to…” his voice trailed off sounding slightly regretful.

Thank fuck thought Heather inwardly rolling her eyes. She had thought it was going to take another ten minutes or more for him to get to this stage. As it was she had not gotten any pleasure from this encounter and she felt slightly indignant, even as she forced herself to keep an expression of pure pleasure on her face. If she gave away her unhappiness now, she could ruin everything. She hadn't endured this for it all to fall to pieces.

“Fuck” shouted Alpha Kai, his tone almost a roar and she felt him as he surged upwards, his cock slamming into her with a furious thrust, his body tensing as she sank down onto him, his hands gripping her hips and holding her perfectly still as he spilled his seed inside of her.

Her legs quivered and she stilled, her body slick with sweat.

Finally, it was finished. He stopped and paused, panting heavily as Heather waited, before slowly climbing off of him and collapsing on the bed beside him. She forced herself to kiss him on the cheek as he put an arm around her and pulled her in closer, relishing the closeness of their bodies.

“Tell me I’m the best you ever had” he growled, nuzzling her neck as she gritted her teeth, feeling on the verge of losing what little composure she had left.