The Alpha's Breeder

There was a warm flush on Eros' regal cheeks along with the throbbing veins that had popped out on his neck.

He restrained himself from moving, and I knew that it was probably pretty painful for him as well.

To what degree?

I don't know.

Even his jaw was tensed as he cradled me close and kissed away the last of my tears.

Before long, my inner walls clenched tightly at the overwhelming pleasurable sensations.

I could feel myself get wet again, coating his length that was buried deep inside with my juices and easing the discomfort of his entry.

I could hear his sharp hiss of breath.

Eros' mouth attacked my own passionately when he pulled back out and slowly eased back in until the bulbous head of his shaft bit into my cervix, making sure to rub against my quivering pearl each time he thrust back in.

The first handful of thrusts had been painful with a hint of burning sparks, but it didn't hurt as bad as it had in the beginning.

"You feel so good, Emira," he grunted out.

Droplets of his sweat slid down his jaw to plop onto my breasts and left a trail of fire in its wake.

And before long, my thighs were clamped hard around his waist as wave after wave of pleasure wracked my frame each time he filled me up with a steady pace of two slow thrusts and one hard.

"Better?" he asked huskily against my lips.  

I replied with a hum because I couldn't get a single word out between the unbidden moans that left my lips.

I could barely think a single coherent thought.

There was no way I could speak an audible word because it seemed beyond difficult at the moment.

Satisfied with my response, Eros slowly pulled out until the tip of him was still inside of me before rapidly slamming back in.

He repeated the deeply penetrating and pleasurable action until I was a moaning and wanton mess underneath him.

The sounds of our flesh slapping together were loud, echoing across my senses when he leaned down to kiss me again, tangling our tongues together until I broke away with a strangled moan.

Being so far gone, I still managed to see that Eros was holding back because he didn't want to hurt me, but I was not going to let him do that.

I wanted all of him.

"Don't hold back, mate." I nipped at his arrogant jaw, smoothing my tongue over it before my eyes could roll back into their sockets.

I arched my hips upwards, accepting every downward thrust from him until I couldn't keep up with his pace anymore.

At this point, I was going crazy, writhing and panting heavily as he pounded into my dripping sheath until my breasts bounced with every hard thrust.

The sensations were overwhelming, consuming us both in a passionate haze.

And I was sobbing again, not from pain, but from the intensity of emotions that coiled between us like some sort of bond that tightened the closer I got to my climax.

This time, the feeling was much more intense to the point that I felt like I would black out from the extreme pleasure when my orgasm suddenly hit.

My mouth had fallen open in a shrill scream of his name, toes digging into the sheets while my entire back bowed upwards.

Yet Eros continued to pound away, adamantly angling his shaft to hit against that one spot that made me see lights and prolonged my pleasure until I was quaking around him in one of the strongest orgasms I have ever had.

I don't even know if I am breathing right now.