Controlled 2: Loving An Alpha Male Page 5

  Since that time in his office, he’d wanted to get lost in her again. He was craving her, longing for her. He was surprised he had actually lasted this long without taking what he now felt was his. And she was his. There was no doubt about it.

  Nyla grabbed the pillow next to her and held it close to her face just as her body rocked turbulently.

  “Ohhh, Andrew! Yesss, babe!” she screamed into the pillow, gripping it tight.

  He was driving her insane, he felt her desperation for him, her need. He continued wetting her pussy with sucks and licks of his tongue, feeding his hunger, taking his time while carrying her through yet another intense wave of ultimate pleasure. She continued to writhe underneath him, doing her best to try and escape his beast of a tongue. She needed more of him, though. She pushed her foot into his briefs trying to get them off his hips, wanting desperately to free him.

  “Please, Drew. I need you, please,” she cried out.

  Andrew finally let the hold he had on her swollen bud go, but he didn’t go far. He couldn’t be far from her, not in that moment. He sat up, resting his back against the cushion of the couch, bringing her with him as he moved. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him as she straddled him. Her breathing was heavy. Her body shivered slightly and his hold tightened. His fingers traced along her spine, her back, and ass. He massaged as he moved, doing his best to bring his own heart rate down. He wasn’t sure what was happening. He was going out of his mind. He felt out of control. She was addicting; her taste and her scent were driving him crazy with a deep need for her that reached to his soul. If he went any further, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to control himself. And he didn’t want to hurt her.

  Andrew cupped her face in his hands and brought her lips to his. He kissed her possessively, he couldn’t help himself. His need to claim her was starting to take hold. Damn, he wanted to! He wanted her in so many ways; he couldn’t make sense of all of the emotions swimming in his head and his heart. But one thing he knew for certain: no one else would ever touch her, taste her, or hold her again.

  Andrew, feeling himself getting worked up all over again, rested his forehead against hers. The feel of her fingers against his scalp surprisingly soothed him, but internally, he was still wrestling with control.

  “Are you okay?” he asked her breathlessly, caressing her cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.

  Nyla laughed lightly and the sound damn near made his dick explode.

  “Are you gloating?”

  He smiled too and kissed her forehead. “No, baby, not this time. I don’t know if I can control myself with you. I don’t want to hurt you and the way I’m feeling…”

  Andrew trailed off as Nyla started shaking her head, panic filling her eyes. She brought her hands to sides of his face.

  “No, Andrew, don’t. I can handle it. Please, baby.”

  “Nyla, you don’t understand. I could…” He trailed off again, but this time it was due to the tight grip she had on his shaft. Nyla had reached inside his briefs as he spoke to her. She released him and began stroking him slowly and determined; biting her lip as she looked at him. Andrew fought the eye roll that was no doubt due to the sensation she was producing with just her touch.

  “Nyla…” he breathed out. His balls tightening, his dick thickening even more, ready to explode. “Fuck…”

  Andrew was overwhelming her with emotions she’d never felt before. Her body was ablaze with unsullied passion. She didn’t know what to do or how to react. That last orgasm she experienced had been so intense that she’d sworn that she saw stars. She thought for sure that her head was going to explode. Each release had felt stronger and stronger, but she wanted more.

  “Please, Andrew. I need you,” she confessed in a voice that was labored with desire and hunger. She held him with her eyes, watching him battle with letting go. His otherwise fierce blue eyes were dark and smoldering. She understood what he wanted to say. However, she wasn’t trying to hear it. She’d been longing for this day, for this moment, and she wasn’t letting anything or anyone mess this up for her. He was right here. Granted, his dick felt like it would break her in half, but she didn’t care. The way he was making her feel, his soft and gentle caresses, the way he commanded her body, there was no way she wasn’t going to have him. She needed him. Her body needed him. Nyla’s hand glided over the head of his throbbing cock, using the precum as lube to stroke him faster. When Andrew hissed in pleasure, Nyla knew she had him.

  Andrew quickly shifted positions and laid Nyla on her back against the cushion, her head diagonally positioned at the corner of the foot of the bed.

  He rolled off the bed and walked around to his suit jacket that was now tossed over the back of the couch. He reached inside the inner pocket until he pulled out a strip of gold foiled wrappers. He tossed his jacket on the side table and dropped the strip of condoms on the bed. He slowly slid his boxers down his muscled thighs, his thick steel shaft springing from its cage.

  Nyla sat up on her elbows and forearm to watch Andrew lose his briefs. His dick was so beautiful to look at. It was not only thick, but it was long and curved slightly to the right. She watched with bated breath as he ripped open the condom and slowly sheathed himself.

  Without moving his eyes from hers, he grabbed her by her ankles and forcefully pulled her closer to him. She squealed from the abrupt aggression, but settled as he climbed on the bed. Andrew crawled over her delicious body, kissing her inner thigh, her moistened folds, and then her belly button before settling between her legs. He rested on his forearms, a breath away from her lips with the head of his cock inches from the mouth of her pussy.

  “You are so beautiful,” he whispered quietly then gripped her underneath her knee. He brought one of her legs up against his side and pushed into her essence.

  Nyla moaned at the introduction of his cock to her soaked core and closed her eyes tight. She gripped him by his hair then wrapped her arms around his shoulders and squeezed him to her; breathing hard and fast. His thick shaft was filling her, expanding her to fit him and she wasn’t prepared for the invasion. She arched her body into him as he pulled out slowly and pushed himself back in harder this time, more determined.

  “Fuck, Nyla… Baby, you feel…” he trailed off, closing his eyes and letting her hypnotizing scent succumb his entire body. Her pussy walls clamped down on him so tight he thought he was going to lose it right then and there. He raised himself above her, shifting his legs, sliding all the way out of her and gliding back into her wetness. The warmth that suddenly filled him traveled down his spine to his toes. The sensation was driving him mad.

  “You're so tight, Nyla. Fuck, baby.”

  Nyla clinched her muscles around his steeled manhood and circled her hips along with his. He moaned and cursed and buried his head next to hers. She felt unbelievable to him. It was nothing that he had ever felt before in his life. It was as if she was made to fit him. She clung to every part of his body and it made him feel exposed, primal and possessive. He wanted to tell her everything he was thinking, everything he was feeling, but he couldn’t speak. When he did try to say something, it was just a garbled mess of words coming from his mouth. His mind was a garbled mess. Her scent was plunging him into a whirlwind of chaos and he couldn’t get enough of it. He couldn’t get enough of her. He loved the feeling of being untamed with her. And it felt sooo good.

  When he was finally balls deep inside of her, he found a slow, teasing rhythm. He ground against her, grazing her sensitive bundle of nerves as he moved.

  Nyla wrapped her legs around his waist, her fingers still in his hair. She moaned her pleasures in his ear, trying to convey to him how good he felt, and how much she wanted more.

  This…was…incredible!

  He filled her completely. She could barely breathe, but she loved every minute of it. He moved with such artistry, knowing exactly how to tease her, how to build a need that was threatening to obliterate her from the inside out. He didn’t change
his pace either. No matter how tight she gripped his tresses, how hard she squeezed him, or how deep her nails went into him, he painfully kept his slow agonizing pace, moving in and out, expertly circling his hips.

  Andrew pushed up on his hands and looked down on her. The look she possessed in her eyes made his heart swell. He felt her muscles tightened around his throbbing member and he smiled. She closed her eyes and bit her lip.

  “How does it feel?” he asked her, and she growled.

  “You’re driving me crazy, Andrew,” she admitted and smacked his ass.

  Andrew laughed. “Baby, I’m easing you into this. Trust me; it’s for your own good.”

  Nyla opened her eyes, grabbed his arm and the back of his neck and lifted herself so her lips were inches away from his. “Stop teasing me and fuck me until I pass out.”

  Andrew grinned broadly and claimed her mouth, taking what he needed and desired with each sweep of his tongue. He then tossed her leg over his shoulder and gave her everything she wanted and had asked for.

  Nyla bit into his shoulder and cried out as he pounded relentlessly into her. The creaking from the springs of the couch bed was drowning out her cries of passion, as well as the storm outside. He fucked her deep, caressing her insides with such dominance that she couldn’t do anything but hold on to him for dear life. She exploded quickly, her orgasm hitting her body hard, rocking her to her core. Then another one came and another one and…

  “Oh… my fucking… Damn, Drew!” she screamed out and he captured her mouth to drown out the rest of her cries of passion. He was sure she was going to wake Se’Nya and he had no plans to stop what he was doing. She felt too damn good… too damn good.

  Andrew grunted his own pleasures as he kept thrusting into her, claiming her, dominating her with every stroke of his hips. He reached up and grabbed the sides of the bed to channel his strength. He had to do something to keep from breaking the entire couch. He was out of control. Her pants, groans, and sobs of avid pleasure were pushing him to the edge of self-control. She was sending him crashing into a sensual euphoria that he didn’t want to come out of. She felt fucking incredible, wonderful. Her pussy expertly contracted around his dick, squeezing the life out of him, but that didn’t slow him down in the least. She wanted to be stroked hard and deep, well he aimed to do just that.

  “I’m cumming again, Drew I’m…”

  “Yes, baby,” he said close to her ear. “Give me my pussy. Give me all of you just like that… fuck… yesss. You feel so good, baby…so fucking good. Tell me you’re mine.” He pushed into her, reaching that pivotal spot inside her that was guaranteed to push her over the edge. “Tell me, baby.” He moved faster, pushing her body aggressively into the mattress. He was masterfully hitting her G-spot with precise thrusts while coaxing her through yet another debilitating climax.

  “Oh shit, Andrew…” She sounded frantic. Her eyes were as big as plates. “No, wait… I think I’m going to p–”

  “No, you’re not. Tell me what I need to hear, baby, tell me now and I’ll ease that feeling!” he demanded from her.

  She grabbed his sweat-soaked back, trying to gain traction, but she was failing miserably.

  “Tell me, Nyla!” he said through gritted teeth, feeling his own climax crawling along his spine.

  “Yes!” she screamed finally. “Yes, I’m yours! I’m yours! Fuck, I’m all yours!”

  Andrew knew it was a coerced admission, but he didn’t give a fuck. It was still music to his ears as he allowed his body to relax. His release was building, it gripped his balls tight.

  He growled, feeling his inner being gaining strength. He buried his face into the mattress.

  Nyla turned her face close to his ear.

  “Cum, Andrew. Cum with me, please.”

  With that request, they crashed together, each of them crying out the other’s name as they came. Andrew stroked her slowly, emptying himself into the condom before his hips finally rested. Then he partially collapsed on top of Nyla, and her arms wrapped around him. She ran her hands through his damp hair, down his sweat-soaked spine, doing her best to soothe him. They both were breathing erratic, their hearts throttling their rib cages.

  Feeling returning in his limbs, he slowly pulled out and kissed her lips.

  “I’ll be right back.”

  Nyla moaned her acknowledgment and watched his naked form disappear into the darkness of her apartment. Once she heard the bathroom door close, she slowly rose from the bed and gingerly stood on shaky legs. Her body, mainly her womanly parts, were thoroughly worked over. Andrew definitely knew how to handle himself and then some. But now, awkwardness came. She felt a bit embarrassed. She had practically thrown herself at him, coming out here with just her T-shirt. She wondered what he thought of her.

  Nyla bent down and grabbed her T-shirt and put it on. She looked out into the now quiet, humid night, wondering if she had just made a grave mistake.

  Andrew disappeared into the dark apartment and entered the bathroom to dispose of the condom and get himself together. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and he could see a change in him. It was in his eyes. It was a look of contentment and fulfillment that soaked all the way to his soul. It freaked the hell out of him. He splashed cold water on his face and told himself that he needed to leave now. He couldn’t explain any of the feelings that had accosted him right at that moment and he needed time to figure shit out. However, once he returned back to the living room, he couldn’t resist the pull he felt when he looked at her standing in front of the balcony door.

  “What are you doing?” he asked her, another form of heat beginning to rise within him.

  Nyla, startled, turned and watched him as he closed the gap between them quickly.

  “Did I say I was done with you?”

  Nyla’s eyes widened and darted nervously around her, looking for anything that would protect her from a beast hunting his prey.

  “W-what…” she began but was quickly quieted as Andrew gripped her T-shirt and yanked it off her body.

  “Who said I was finished with you? You wanted the beast, baby, well, here I am.” Andrew gripped her short hair tight, lifted her by her ass and aggressively slammed her against the wall. He stole her breath with a dominating kiss that caused her head to spin. His dick was nestled between them. All he had to do was lift her up and slide inside. But he didn’t. Instead, he turned walked back to the bed to grab another condom. While keeping her in his arms he bent over, ripped another condom off the sleeve and brought the wrapper to her mouth.

  Nyla looked both stunned and anxious. She bit on the wrapper as he pulled it in the opposite direction. With one hand, Andrew rolled the condom on his aching dick. He felt heat coming from her core and knew she was wet for him. So, he did the next logical thing. He lifted Nyla up, lined himself up with her warm center and slid her body down on his shaft.

  Nyla gasped and buried her head in his neck as he entered her. She wrapped her arms around his neck tight as she readied herself for what was about to happen. But for a minute, nothing happened. She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. Seated completely in her core, Andrew gripped her back with one arm and brought his hand to the back of her neck.

  He held her gaze for a few moments before he said to her, “I want your eyes on me. Can you do that?”

  She nodded, but then almost closed her eyes as he lifted her again and thrust into her; bringing her hips to meet his.

  “Keep them open, Nyla.”

  Nyla’s fingers found her favorite place, tangled inside his hair, as she looked into his eyes. She felt him widen his stance and grip her tighter against him and she braced herself for the beast that she had unleashed.

  The second time they made love was slower.

  He fucked her where he stood, watching her fall apart as he claimed her body. He then moved them to the bed and slowly, painfully, consumed every part of her body. He fucked her through the night, claiming her cries of fulfillment and pleasures with each ca
lculated stroke of his hips. He went after her pussy with avidity drenched all over his body. She pushed him to claim more, to desire more, and he definitely made sure he didn’t disappoint. He only crashed when she was completely spent.

  When he made another trip to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, he ignored his reflection. He knew what he was going to see and he still wasn’t ready for the vision of himself. He made it back to the living room and started to crawl into the bed next to her, when he realized that it was close to five o’clock in the morning. He needed to get home, shower, shave, and be back in the office by seven for a meeting. He felt like shit for leaving her like this. He dressed quietly as he watched her sleep. Once he was ready to go, he knelt down in front of Nyla and caressed her face. He called her name softly at first, but when she didn’t move he raised his voice.

  Nyla groaned and tried to turn from him. “Not again, Andrew. Give me a minute.”

  He chuckled. “Baby, wake up. I have to go.”

  To that Nyla’s eyes shot open and she looked at him. She blinked a couple of times then sat up slowly, taking the sheet that was covering her body with her.

  Andrew caught the movement and her thoughts, but he didn’t react to them. Instead, he kissed her shoulder and stood.

  “It’s close to five am. I need to get home to shower and get ready to go into the office.”

  Nyla, finally awake, nodded and gave him a half smile. “Oh, yes, that’s right.”

  “Walk me to your door so you can lock up behind me.”

  Nyla waved him off and collapsed back on the bed. “Just lock the bottom lock. I’ll get the bolt—”

  Andrew frowned and cut her off. “No, that’s not an option. You need to come and lock your door.” He reached down and pulled her up into a sitting position. Nyla groaned again, but she allowed Andrew to pull her up.

  She mumbled “asshole” before she wrapped her body in the sheet and followed him to her door.

  Andrew unlocked her door, opened it, and turned to face her. He gripped her by the back of her head and placed a chaste kiss on her lips.