7 Degrees of Alpha (a collection of seven new BWWM, Alpha Male Romances) (64 page)

Epilogue

Two Weeks Later

Serenity moaned as Craig sucked her clit and slid another finger inside her pussy.

The past two weeks had passed agonizingly slow. After her failed vacation had ended early with gunshots, drug busts, and police statements, she and Craig had mutually agreed that a remix was in order. She had returned home, organized her work situation, and arranged to take a real vacation. She needed it just like she needed
this
.

Two weeks of sexting, picture exchanges, Skype, and phone sex had not done anything other than make her want him more. Now here they were, butt naked in the Maldives with the sounds of the sea all around their bungalow.

She was on top of him with a mouthful of dick and a handful of sac, which she was massaging. She was taking slow, deep strokes with her lips up and down his length. She swirled the head and teased the tip with her tongue. Sucking it made her wet. He had the most lickable dick she had ever come across. 

He was driving her to distraction with his fingers, lips, and tongue. “Turn around,” he said.

With one last long pull, she released him from her mouth and crawled up his body. Raising herself up, she rocked down on his cock and sighed when he slid inside. After that, there were no more words. Not even, shit, damn or muhfucker. It was the wet sound of flesh on flesh, the creaking of the bed and the headboard moving to the rhythm of the rider.

She was grinding on him in slow circles, and he was pressing on her clit with his thumb. She started bouncing and rocking because the slow grind was killing her. Her orgasm was approaching, and she was ready. He sat up and pulled at her hips, urging her on, filling her up. He was all over her…his scent, his sweat. It was driving her to ecstasy to feel his hands on her, commanding her body. He rolled over and put her knees in the crook of his arms. He had her legs wide open. The position left her vulnerable, and she couldn’t control the depth or power of his strokes. He didn’t want her to. He wanted her to feel all of him. He put his weight into her and she loved it. She raised both hands over her head and grabbed the headboard, back arched and taking the dick like she was made for it.

When her body started trembling, her legs shaking, and her pussy’s walls squeezing his dick so tight it almost hurt, he let go and followed her over the finish line.

Collapsing on top of her, he breathed into her ear, “I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship.”

Smiling, she kissed his neck and said, “Oh, I know it is.”

THE END