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The Alpha’s Little Toy

Mia_Lauren
WARNING; The contents of this book are extremely explicit and steamy, do not tread this path if you’re under 21. “You jerk off with my pictures, I make you hard, don’t lie? Don’t fucking lie to me, your cock is harder than rock right now.” He scowled, using his knee to rub my dick and I went stiff for a moment, nodding. “Use your fucking words!” He thundered, tightening his grip around my neck. “You want me to be inside of you while you scream yes, alpha and moan out my name… You fucking bitch.” He snarled and  my lips quivered. “You like it when I treat you this way, don’t you? You want me to thrust my dick in your throat and have you gagging on my nine inch shaft, right?” His words were extremely hot.   “Yes, yes, alpha… I want you… I… I want you to take me from the back and treat me like your little slut, I wanna serve you, use me for your pleasure, alpha… Make me your little cum dump.” I moaned shamelessly, damning all the consequences and I gasped when his second hand rested on my dick. ******************************* Having crushed on the alpha for years, the goddess finally shines on me as he takes notice of me, fulfilling every fantasy of him I’ve had but then there’s more to the Alpha than just a grump and emotionless person. There are threats, secrets and discovery that forces me to stay away… Not for long though.   Having discovered that he’s living my life, it’s up to me to decide on whether I want to fight for my life or love. Looking back, I couldn’t help but long for the days when all we had between us was sex.  
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