Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 98

AARON

Something’s different.

I can’t put my finger on it.

It’s Leah’s scent. Her taste, maybe?

Then I stop thinking and let my body lead. Or, more accurately, hers. She goes up on her toes so that hot junction of her thighs vees right over me. She rocks there, working the tip of my di ck until my eyes cross. Then I grab her as s and pick her up. She latches her ankles around my waist, her high heels digging into my a ss.

I like that.

And the soft moans of pleasure that escape her full lips. She rocks up and down over me and that tiny

ll, if I had my way, she’d be na ked

my neck, her tongue in my mo

throaty little hum of approval has

the next upward glide, and I slide her onto my c ock. I let her control the speed and depth. The weight of her sinking down

he ll.

“Again,” I rasp.

needs to be told.

and it turns-me-the-f**k-on because I can feel that she’s close. I angle my hips to rub her clit on each stroke and her legs start

and she’s clenching down, her body exploding around mine and me kissing her hard to muffle the screams

I don’t think she’d want her first impression with them to

a gentleman.

my hips. I leave one leg around my waist and

of her body drags me closer to the edge and when she lets

aftermath isn’t

filters from the grounds