Read Owned By Her Alpha: Karen (Book 1) Online

Authors: Sophie Sin

Tags: #sophie sin, #alpha male dominate, #alpha male black white hot, #alpha male black white sexy, #alpha male black white strong, #alpha male dominant rich, #alpha male dominant stud, #alpha male powerful, #alpha male strong, #alpha male stud

Owned By Her Alpha: Karen (Book 1)

BOOK: Owned By Her Alpha: Karen (Book 1)
12.24Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

OWNED BY HER ALPHA:
Karen

Book 1

 

Sophie Sin

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2015 Lunatic Ink Publishing

 

Like This?
Try
Got Her
Butt
,
the
most recent
13 More
Erotic Stories
(also includes 3 randomly selected 'Blasts From The Pasts')
or the
Endless
Hard-On
.
All
are available at:
Sophie's Book List at Smashwords.com

 

This is a part of
the
Owned By Her Alpha
Series.
It is quite similar to the
old
Big Down There Series
(which hit 40 books by its completion), but is
more focused on alpha males rather than just those that are hung
(although it includes a bit of both).

What The Scientists Fear

 

What this woman does might
save the world.
That's what the
researchers are thinking as they watch the large man lumber from
the great big set of doors that few men of the current generation
could have stood so tall in.

He is a neanderthal.

A large one as well. His feet are as big as
the lead researcher's head and the shape and size of his body is
such that it dwarfs all that come near it.

“Will she be alright?

The lead researcher shakes his head. It's
not sure if he means no or if he's just thinking.

“Time will tell.”

It's all that he has to say on the
matter.

 

*****

 

Karen didn't think that her volunteering for
the United Nation's breeding program would lead to this.

The man stands six foot plus a lot more and
has a short cropped beard that seems like someone took a razor to
it and didn't quite have a steady hand.

She can understand the shaver's concern.
This one is huge. He towers over her like a monster of old over a
damsel in distress. In her heart she knows that this thing – should
he really be called a man? - could tear her apart, but it's not
what he's going to do.

In his eyes, those rich brown wells of
emotion, is something beyond murder, beyond the destruction of her
flesh. It's not hard to put her finger on what it is. The man's
lust is incredible and it's reflected in the sheer size of the
manhood that stretches out from his lower stomach like a great oak
facing the winds of a deserted plain.

“The mating will begin.”

Karen's back straightens and her eyes widen
with a new found fear. They didn't say that it was going to be one
of the older generation. Clones of their kind can be unpredictable,
but when there's not a man alive that could make her pregnant
(thanks to a rather unpleasant viral infection in 2029), this is
the only option. And it's a big one.

His movements are rough as he stalks towards
her. There is a look in his eyes like he is sizing her up like some
large and delicious piece of meat.

Karen slips backwards. The wall and the
glass which the researchers are standing behind tap up against her
back. It is hard and cold and slides against her skin as she works
her way left. There's something in her that tells Karen that this
will not be happening on the bed over there in the center of the
room. This one probably doesn't even know what a bed is, let alone
understand how it might be used to please a woman.

His eyes lock on the window behind her and
then turn to her. There is intelligence in them. Karen knows he was
cloned only hours ago from the DNA that they must have bought up
from some museum or another, but that intelligence says more for
him and about him than anything she has seen so far. He is not just
a man of the past, but also a man of knowledge.

She glances down to the hardness of his
manhood once more. How many women have ridden that to completion?
Will it hurt when he uses her? Will the pain be more than the few
men she has chosen to take into her bed? It's so hard to say and
there is so much tension building in her heart. How can she be
doing this? That's something that hits her in those brief moments
between when he takes a single long step forward and when he
reaches her.

“Please don't hurt me,” she whispers.

It makes no move to show that it
understands. Instead a hand comes up to clasp her jaw and hold her
face upwards so that the thing – no, this
man
– can look
deeply into her eyes.

Karen realizes in that moment that they are
the most amazing shade of blue and, much more importantly, that as
confused as he must be by the circumstances, he understands her and
her situation – perhaps better than any of the men in the room
behind them could ever.

“Don't look at me like that,” she mutters,
her eyes down and her mouth dry all of a sudden.

He doesn't looks away. That understanding.
That kindness. He would let her get away from him and out the door
on the far side if she wished it, but she can't bring herself not
to do this. It's not just about the future of the world here. This
is about two people who are alone – as alone as anyone in this day
and age – and something that must be done: Something that her body
and her mind say to her is right, even though this is only
something she truly understands on an instinctive level.

“Don't...”

The objection disappears as his thumb comes
up to run gently over her lips.

His hands are gentle and strong as they
slowly caress up and down the sides of her body. Karen knows by
instinct that this one has had MANY women in his time and it shows
in how he cups her breasts under the fabric of the white hospital
gown that she is wearing.

Under his touch the soft cotton runs against
her nipples and rouses them. Slowly, her mind comes to terms with
what her body already knows. There is a deep wetness in her that
has been slowly working its way out from inside to touch her
lightly haired lower lips. His fingers reach there and find not a
single hint of resistance as they enter and slowly find depth. The
man's fingers are so large that it almost feels like the last man
she had inside there's penis has entered her once more.

“It's deep,” she whispers.

He does not understand, but yet he
does
at the same time. Those eyes are so full of emotion and
understanding. She doesn't know what to think in the wake of their
desire.

With her blond hair thrown back over one
shoulder and her head leaned back against the glass, eyes high to
the ceiling and lidded under her eyebrows, she lets out the first
sound of their mating. It is a long keen of lust that comes from
somewhere other than just her lips. There is soul in the tone of
her voice now. A deepness of sexuality that can't be duplicated
except when a woman is fully and completely in the heat of her
lust.

Behind her, if she was able to see them, or
cared that they were there in the state that she is in, the
researchers shift uncomfortably. It is not all that abnormal for a
woman to enjoy these things, but this research subject is having a
bit more fun than the others did. It is disconcerting and arousing
and not what they expected at all.

His hands are firm and quick as he draws her
around and props out her rear. Those hands know how to shift a
woman into position. Her own are soon on the glass and her legs are
wide enough apart that his long balls won't slap up against her
firm thighs.

The big man takes his length and pushes it
to the hole. There is a moment of hesitation as if he is
considering what might happen to her.

“Please, do it,” she begs in the depth of
her lust.

He hears her and he relents. Small things
were not supposed to take big devices. Her body rejects him in the
smallness that her completely wet pussy offers.

It would be logical, she thinks, that such
at thing would happen. He is far bigger than any woman has ever
had. Sure, they told her to widen herself and she did with the
exercises that they recommended, but this... no, there was no way
that this was going to go well for her. It was destiny and here it
is ramming deep into her.

AHHHHH!

Was it a scream or her mind shattering?

So thick.

So powerful.

So deep.

Her womb is the limit and he has reached it
in one long movement of his huge hips. The man has bent himself low
at the knees to accommodate her smaller size by what she can see in
the glass. His eyes are on her and not the fools watching something
terrifyingly erotic happen to her with white tablets flickering in
their hands unseen and unused – forgotten.

He nods once before bringing his hips in and
out and shifting about faster than anything she could imagine.

Such power!

Such prowess!

He sends great whooshes of air in with each
of his strikes against her rounded hips. Her body is slung low and
held up only by the faintest hint of a memory of standing. There is
a look in her squinted eyes in the window. It is one of puzzlement,
as if she is wondering what is happening to her, and of pleasure.
Unstoppable, incredible pleasure.

“My... !!!”

All she can do is scream. Her voice drowns
out his strikes. It draws off all of the sound from the room and
brings it to one final peak. Nothing can defy it. Not anything,
but...

“Are you alright, Ms. Harris?”

Is she alight?

Jerking her head up and smiling as she howls
her reply, she cries “YES!” and cums.

From the moment it hits it is like a wave
that has no end. It flies through her at a pace that is
unbelievable. The floor falls away and her eyes slip back into her
head so that darkness comes.

When she awakens she is on the bed and he is
still entering her. Apparently he does know what this is for
because he has her pinned under him as has large, sweaty, muscular
body shifts and thrashes and jams into her. His weight is huge, but
he holds himself up on one powerful hand. She feels so small as to
nearly be like a small animal trapped under a large predator
(perhaps what this is when she considers it) who is in the midst of
mauling her.

It is violent, this thing called sex. Her
body takes his manhood and bears the heat of it with the certainty
that these things cannot last. A woman was not made for this kind
of treatment and neither was the bed. It snaps down the middle and
falls inwards. Yet, still he does not stop.

“Harder!” she whines.

He gives it to her and she loses herself in
him until the very moment that the final strike of his hips comes
and a great cry exits his lips

The semen that he fills her with is potent.
She can smell the difference immediately. This is raw and ready man
juice and it is working its way up to her womb.

For a time she forgets protocol (some
silliness about her putting her legs up over her head to aid the
sperms' entry) and lies with him. Sucking in his flavor, noting the
difference between him and the feminine men of her time. This man –
and what a man! – has the scent of power and strength. Her baby, if
she is given the gift of one, will have this too.

Her eyes turn to his and accept his
sacrifice. The clones do not last long, but if she is to consider
that this is his end then what a glorious one it was!

A single kiss lands on his cheek. She didn't
mean to give it, but once it was given she knows that it is
right.

Karen stands and leaves through the
appropriate door. A woman and a man who have just spent time are no
longer together. It is as it should be. He, the one in the room
resting, has just saved the world. His world, our world, the world.
A greater sacrifice than many make in their lives and something
well suited to a man of older, harder times. His victory.

MINNY'S BIG DAY OFF: Filthy
In The Park

Sophie Sin's Classics
#8

 

This is a part of Sophie
Sin's Classics and, therefore, one of Sophie's older
books.

A Day In The Park

 

When a girl has a day off, she has a day off. When a
sex witch has a day off, well... work and play get a little mixed
up at times.

Today is April 29 and Minny has decided that she
would go to the park and enjoy a bit of sightseeing. She had pretty
much seen everything in the human world that there was to see, but
she liked to go and look at the couples in the park and fantasize
about romance and love and things like that.

She found herself sitting on a park bench, enjoying
the sun on her naked skin. She bet that if anybody could actually
see her that all eyes would have been looking in her direction
considering how sexy she had been looking recently.

She watched a young couple sitting over on the grass
verge talking quietly to each other. The situation had unfolded
only an hour ago and she had been watching them to see what would
happen next. The young woman had rejected his kiss and the man had
been trying to convince her of the error of her ways for a very
long time now.

BOOK: Owned By Her Alpha: Karen (Book 1)
12.24Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

Other books

The Island by Lisa Henry
Never, Never by Brianna Shrum
The Paris Assignment by Addison Fox
His Holiday Heart by Jillian Hart
Drood by Dan Simmons
Land of My Heart by Tracie Peterson
For Love Alone by Christina Stead
Forbidden Legacy by Mari Carr
The Stud by Barbara Delinsky