The Alpha Behind The Mask-Chapter 119: Taking as Raymond

Oliver’s POV

​I shifted, moving between her legs and spreading her thighs wide. She was soaking, her scent so thick it made my head spin. I couldn’t hold back anymore.

​I groaned, leaning down and burying my face between her legs. When my tongue flicked against her, she let out a choked scream, her hips bucking off the mattress. I didn’t stop. I plunged the tip of my tongue into her, mimicking the motion of a slow, deep fuck.

​"Oh... hnggh... Raymond!" she cried out, her voice echoing in the small room. She reached out blindly, her bound hands searching for my hair, wanting to pull me closer, but I intercepted them. I caught her wrists and pinned them firmly above her head against the headboard.

​I kept going, my tongue relentless, drinking her in until she was sobbing into the pillows. Her breath came in jagged, messy gasps. "Please... ah, god... please, I want you. I don’t want... I don’t want foreplay. I want you inside me. Now!"

​I pulled back, the taste of her on my lips. I leaned up and crashed my mouth against hers, forcing her to taste herself, to know exactly how much she wanted me. She moaned into the kiss, a deep, guttural sound of surrender.

​I broke the kiss, my breath hitching as I looked down at her. Her thighs were spread wide, trembling from the tension. I reached down, my hand trembling as I gripped my cock, guiding the head to her entrance. She was so ready, so slick, that the moment I touched her, she let out a long, shaky exhale.

​"Oh..."

​I began to thrust in, slowly, feeling every inch of her tight heat clenching around me. It was a torture of the best kind.

​"Nnn-yes..." she whimpered, her head thrashing from side to side, the blindfold still firm on her eyes. "It’s so... you’re so big... ah!"

​I didn’t stop until I was buried to the hilt, my chest heaving against her breasts. I stayed there for a heartbeat, letting her adjust to the size of me, my wolf finally quiet now that we were inside her. But the man in me was still restless.

​I didn’t give her a second to breathe. I pulled out nearly all the way, feeling her pussy cling to me, and then slammed back in.

​"Ah—Raymond!" she cried out, her back arching off the bed as she took the full weight of the thrust.

​I leaned down, my teeth grazing her skin before I latched onto her nipple. I sucked hard, my tongue swirling against the peak as I moved inside her. I wasn’t the gentle King tonight. I was the Dom she’d begged for. Every time I hit her deep, she let out a broken, high-pitched moan that fueled my wolf’s hunger. I increased the pace, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing in the quiet room.

​"Yes... god, yes!" she gasped, her bound hands fisted in the sheets above her head. "More... give me more!"

​The desperation in her voice made me growl. I was losing myself in the rhythm, in the way she felt so perfect around me. But I wanted more. I wanted her broken and completely mine.

​I pulled out abruptly. She let out a confused, whimpery "No..." her body still twitching from the friction. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

​"Don’t move," I rasped.

​I grabbed her hips and flipped her over. She was blind, her wrists still tied, making her stumble for a second before I forced her onto her knees. I pushed her chest down until her face was buried in the pillows, her ass tilted up toward me in the air.

​I didn’t wait. I guided myself back into her from behind, the new angle letting me go even deeper. She let out a muffled scream into the pillow, her voice sounding strained and beautiful.

​"Please... hnggh... it’s too much..." she sobbed, but her hips were already pushing back against mine, seeking the friction.

​I gripped her waist, my fingers digging into her soft skin as I began to fuck her with a brutal, steady rhythm. Then, I lifted my hand and brought it down hard against her cheek.

​The sound was sharp in the air. She let out a shocked cry that quickly turned into a long, needy moan.

​"Is this what you wanted, Aurora?" I hissed, spanking her again, the skin of her ass turning a delicious pink under my hand. "Is this the ’rough’ you were looking for?"

​"Yes!" she shrieked, her voice cracking as she tilted her head back, her neck corded with tension. "Yes, Master... please... don’t stop!"

​The way she called me "Master" sent a surge of possessive fury through me. I doubled my speed, my hand never stopping its rhythm against her skin.

​I wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. I wanted her to feel the sheer scale of the man holding her, to feel the difference between the King’s gentle touch and the masked man iron grip.

​I reached down and gripped her under the arms, dragging her limp, shaking body toward the foot of the bed. She let out a startled cry as her legs dangled off the edge. I stepped off the mattress and stood on the floor between her thighs, pulling her hips flush against my waist so she was pinned at the perfect height.

​"Wrap your legs around my shoulders, little bird," I commanded, my voice a dark vibration. "Now."

​She obeyed blindly, her heels digging into my back as I gripped the headboard behind her to steady us. I slammed back into her, the standing position allowing me to hit her with a depth that made her head snap back.

​"Tell me, Aurora," I hissed, my chest heaving against her knees. "Does the King make you feel this? Does he make you beg for more even when you’re breaking."

​"No... ah!... no, Raymond," she sobbed, her bound hands reaching out to clutch at my hair. "He’s too... he’s too careful. I don’t want careful. I want you to ruin me. Fuck me harder!"

​"Careful is for things you want to keep," I growled, my pace becoming a relentless, rhythmic thud. "I just want to use you. Tell me what you are to me."

​"I’m yours... nnn-yes... I’m your toy. Your property. Just don’t stop!"

​I groaned, my wolf’s pride stung by her admission even as my body thrived on it. I pulled her off the bed entirely, her feet hitting the floor for only a second before I hoisted her up. I marched her toward the wall, her legs locked around my waist, her bound wrists hooked over my neck.

​I slammed her back against the cold plaster, the impact drawing a sharp gasp from her lungs. I didn’t let up. I held her there with pure strength, my hands under her ass as I drove upward.