The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella - Chapter 179: Chapter 179
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Josie POV
It had been too long since we had last been intimate. As he placed me on the bed, I was already eager, my juices beginning to flow. Rohan pulled my shirt up over my head, throwing it away, his eyes eagerly raking over my body as I fought the urge to cover my breasts which had grown quite large due to the pregnancy. He licked his lips as his hands went to the back of my white lacy bra, slowly unclasping it peeling my bra off my body, and letting it drop to the ground.
“God you’re stunning” he breathed, pushing me gently onto the bed and climbing up to kiss me tenderly on the lips, his hands beginning to skim my sides and gently stroke the swell of my stomach.
I hitched in a breath. My whole body was thrumming with pleasure. I pressed my thighs together feeling my arousal increasing by the second, Rohan’s eyes growing darker and more piercing. He slid my ballet flats off and then slid my pants off, leaving me clad in a white pair of lace panties. He used his claws to tear them off in a show of impatience that had my eyes widening in surprise.
“I want to touch you” he growled, his hands moving to either side of my thighs and intentionally separating them as I writhed on the bed.
I felt one of his hands let go, slowly trailing along the inside of my thigh and then his fingers stroking my folds as I shivered. “So wet” he smirked, as I bit my lip, “so ready for me already” he grunted.
God I wanted him. I could feel my legs spreading even wider in an open invitation for him to take me. But he eyed me, a wicked grin on his face, and then bent his head, his tongue licking my clit and causing me to let out a long moan of pleasure.
“Rohan” I moaned and he slowly inserted a finger into my dripping p***y, causing me to groan, his finger sliding in with ease, panting as he slid a second one inside, my head flinging backward.
“Gods” I wept, feeling little spurts of pleasure shooting through my body as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of me gently, his eyes narrowed as he watched my responses. My nails dug into the bedsheets. I was trembling all over, biting my lip as I tried to keep my cries to a minimum, something that displeased Rohan no end.
“Stop holding back” he growled and then I shrieked as he increased the pace of his fingers moving back and forth, before bending his head and flicking his tongue against my clit, causing me to mewl and scream as my body shuddered and jolted.
So much for being quiet. I couldn’t hold back anymore. My cries grew louder as the pleasure intensified. He knew exactly how to bring me to the brink and when I grew close, he stopped, causing me to look at him confused and disappointed. What was he doing? He grinned. “Trust me, when you finally come, you’re gonna know it” he grunted.
I whined. He waited. When I was no longer close to the brink, he began to move his fingers again, his tongue lapping at my p***y as I moaned and writhed, my body feeling like it was aflame, all my nerves practically vibrating with pleasure. I felt my body coming close to an orgasm again, my body beginning to tense and Rohan abruptly paused, causing me to whine. Why was he denying me?
This was torture. Pure torture. I looked at him with accusing eyes as the orgasm failed to appear. He promptly started again. I mewled and whimpered, my nails digging in as the pleasure became almost intolerable. I was going to die if he didn’t let me c*m soon, I thought almost hysterically. I didn’t know how much of this torture I could take. I was growing desperate for my release. As I felt it approaching, my voice began to rise as I pleaded with Rohan to let me c*m. “Please Rohan” I begged, my voice shrill “god, please I need to” I almost shrieked as he grinned at me, unrepentant.
I braced myself, anticipating that he would stop again, but this time he increased the pace of his fingers and began to flick his tongue hard against my clit. I screamed out loud, my body shuddering violently, my orgasm tearing through me as he continued to finger and lick me, draining me dry, until I collapsed back on the bed, unable to believe just how hard I had managed to c*m. He slowly pulled his fingers out as I stared up at him in a daze. It was a miracle I hadn’t shattered the windows with how loud I had screamed. He licked his fingers and purred “delicious” before standing up and beginning to slowly pull his clothes off.
It was so erotic. I stared at him hungrily. My body was craving more. I wanted him fiercely and I had to fight the urge to grab him and push him down on the bed. I waited impatiently for him to get undressed, licking my lips in anticipation. God, he was gorgeous. I never tired of seeing his body, so reminiscent of a male adonis, with his taut abdomen, six-pack, and muscled legs and arms. I ached to have him inside of me. I could see his eyes, so dark that they were like black tourmaline crystals, and gulped. His wolf was close to the surface, not that I feared him, but it also meant I was in for one hell of a wild ride. I wasn’t about to complain.
He stalked back over to the bed and I looked up at him longingly. He caressed my cheek, a smile on his face. His hand went to the swell of my stomach and he cupped it, with a look of amazement. “Turn onto your side” he instructed me hoarsely.
It had been too long since we had last been intimate. As he placed me on the bed, I was already eager, my juices beginning to flow. Rohan pulled my shirt up over my head, throwing it away, his eyes eagerly raking over my body as I fought the urge to cover my breasts which had grown quite large due to the pregnancy. He licked his lips as his hands went to the back of my white lacy bra, slowly unclasping it peeling my bra off my body, and letting it drop to the ground.
“God you’re stunning” he breathed, pushing me gently onto the bed and climbing up to kiss me tenderly on the lips, his hands beginning to skim my sides and gently stroke the swell of my stomach.
I hitched in a breath. My whole body was thrumming with pleasure. I pressed my thighs together feeling my arousal increasing by the second, Rohan’s eyes growing darker and more piercing. He slid my ballet flats off and then slid my pants off, leaving me clad in a white pair of lace panties. He used his claws to tear them off in a show of impatience that had my eyes widening in surprise.
“I want to touch you” he growled, his hands moving to either side of my thighs and intentionally separating them as I writhed on the bed.
I felt one of his hands let go, slowly trailing along the inside of my thigh and then his fingers stroking my folds as I shivered. “So wet” he smirked, as I bit my lip, “so ready for me already” he grunted.
God I wanted him. I could feel my legs spreading even wider in an open invitation for him to take me. But he eyed me, a wicked grin on his face, and then bent his head, his tongue licking my clit and causing me to let out a long moan of pleasure.
“Rohan” I moaned and he slowly inserted a finger into my dripping p***y, causing me to groan, his finger sliding in with ease, panting as he slid a second one inside, my head flinging backward.
“Gods” I wept, feeling little spurts of pleasure shooting through my body as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of me gently, his eyes narrowed as he watched my responses. My nails dug into the bedsheets. I was trembling all over, biting my lip as I tried to keep my cries to a minimum, something that displeased Rohan no end.
“Stop holding back” he growled and then I shrieked as he increased the pace of his fingers moving back and forth, before bending his head and flicking his tongue against my clit, causing me to mewl and scream as my body shuddered and jolted.
So much for being quiet. I couldn’t hold back anymore. My cries grew louder as the pleasure intensified. He knew exactly how to bring me to the brink and when I grew close, he stopped, causing me to look at him confused and disappointed. What was he doing? He grinned. “Trust me, when you finally come, you’re gonna know it” he grunted.
I whined. He waited. When I was no longer close to the brink, he began to move his fingers again, his tongue lapping at my p***y as I moaned and writhed, my body feeling like it was aflame, all my nerves practically vibrating with pleasure. I felt my body coming close to an orgasm again, my body beginning to tense and Rohan abruptly paused, causing me to whine. Why was he denying me?
This was torture. Pure torture. I looked at him with accusing eyes as the orgasm failed to appear. He promptly started again. I mewled and whimpered, my nails digging in as the pleasure became almost intolerable. I was going to die if he didn’t let me c*m soon, I thought almost hysterically. I didn’t know how much of this torture I could take. I was growing desperate for my release. As I felt it approaching, my voice began to rise as I pleaded with Rohan to let me c*m. “Please Rohan” I begged, my voice shrill “god, please I need to” I almost shrieked as he grinned at me, unrepentant.
I braced myself, anticipating that he would stop again, but this time he increased the pace of his fingers and began to flick his tongue hard against my clit. I screamed out loud, my body shuddering violently, my orgasm tearing through me as he continued to finger and lick me, draining me dry, until I collapsed back on the bed, unable to believe just how hard I had managed to c*m. He slowly pulled his fingers out as I stared up at him in a daze. It was a miracle I hadn’t shattered the windows with how loud I had screamed. He licked his fingers and purred “delicious” before standing up and beginning to slowly pull his clothes off.
It was so erotic. I stared at him hungrily. My body was craving more. I wanted him fiercely and I had to fight the urge to grab him and push him down on the bed. I waited impatiently for him to get undressed, licking my lips in anticipation. God, he was gorgeous. I never tired of seeing his body, so reminiscent of a male adonis, with his taut abdomen, six-pack, and muscled legs and arms. I ached to have him inside of me. I could see his eyes, so dark that they were like black tourmaline crystals, and gulped. His wolf was close to the surface, not that I feared him, but it also meant I was in for one hell of a wild ride. I wasn’t about to complain.
He stalked back over to the bed and I looked up at him longingly. He caressed my cheek, a smile on his face. His hand went to the swell of my stomach and he cupped it, with a look of amazement. “Turn onto your side” he instructed me hoarsely.
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