Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle

His brows raised when I pulled him into the room and shut the door behind us.

Elliot was still breathless from our make-out session, but he took in the room around him, checking out the bedding, the dressers, and the vanity on the far side of the room. He admired the artwork on the walls and a couple of my easels on the other side of the room that I've been working on since I've been here.

It hasn't been easy painting without a studio, but it was doable.

While he took in the entire room, I got busy stripping off all my clothes, including my bra and panties. I waited, standing behind him, until he finally turned to face me, taking notice of my nakedness.

His eyes immediately darkened as lust consumed him.

"Now, Alpha. I feel you might be overly dressed," I teased, stepping towards him.

He let out al ow growl as he grabbed me by the hips and pulled flesh against him. I giggled as he brought his lips to mine and concurred my mouth with his. He sucked and nibbled on my tongue, bringing it deep into his mouth as he brought his deep into mine. He sucked on my lips until they were nice and swollen, then he pushed me onto the bed, so I was lying on my back and completely exposed to him.

He didn't waste much more time; he kissed my inner thighs, nipping and sucking every corner he could before he completely devoured my center. I gasped as my desires spilled from me; I dug my nails into the bed sheets and panted out his name. My legs were quivering with pleasure as he teased and sucked on my clit. He nibbled the little nub making me explode all over him.

taste myself on him and I couldn't help but deepen the kiss. I ran my fingers down his body, wanting to strip him of all his clothes. He must have read my mind because soon, he was pulling his shirt over his head and then stripping himself of

his incredible body. I wanted to make him feel as good just as he made me

body. I made sure my eyes were locked on his because I knew

said, cupping my face with

I raised my brows.

get your pleasure," he

that he would be getting just as much pleasure from me if I rode him anyway. I straddled his waist, and he watched me with a hungry gaze in his eyes. I positioned him at my entrance before I

I threw my head back, feeling him deep inside me. I kept going until he was buried inside of me all the way. He moaned as he jerked his

even deeper if that

moment

pleasure as I lifted my hips and lowered them again. Once I found my rhythm, he jerked his hips, matching my rhythm. As I rode him, he played with my breasts and touched every part of my body

he was close. A pressure built at my core and I could feel the walls of my center

we both quickened our paces. "Keep going.

on the edge like I was about to explode at