Claim Her Read Online Lena Little

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
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It has to fucking go.

The ripping noise slices through the air, and I can’t help myself from smirking at Zara’s mouth forming an ‘O’.

But I’m not done yet. So far from it.

Her hands grab my hair when I lower my face to her pussy, and I inhale her scent, heady and addicting.

“Alec, what are you doing?”

“Having my dessert.”

“W-what? You⁠—”

Her words turn into a moan the second I drag my tongue along her sensitive, hooded nub.

Fuck, she tastes so damn good. Who needs food when I can live off her pussy forever?

A groan ripples in me as she wraps her legs around my neck, her heels grinding into the muscles of my back. Perfect.

Zara’s hips buck when I slide my tongue inside her, turning it so I can lick her walls, her flesh parting around my tongue and beginning to suction me. She writhes and tightens her thighs around me. I don’t care. She can cut off my oxygen, just as long as she comes on my tongue.

And she does. The instant her legs tremble, I yank my zipper down and unbuckle my pants, letting them fall to the floor and pool around my ankle. I fist my aching cock and wedge an inch inside her, growling at the way she arches her back and slithers forward to take more of me.

“Greedy, needy little thing, are you, baby?”

Her hot eyes rake me up and down. “Just fuck me, Alec. Stop talking and fuck me already.”

A sound that’s part animal and part human rumbles from my chest. I yank her against my body and ram my hips forward, pressing my body flush to hers until nothing is between us anymore. I take her like a man possessed. Part of me wants to take it slow, but my body has stopped listening to my brain. Zara has awakened something in me, and my self-control is nowhere to be found.

I drive myself home while kneading her tits greedily, but my girl won’t just take it. Even with her pinned between me and the countertop, she still somehow manages to rock her hips up to meet my drives.

She holds my eyes with a smoky, heavy-lidded gaze, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. I slide a hand between us and rub firm circles on her clit, making her jolt and her thighs shake. She bows off the counter, but I grab her hips to pin her in place.

She can’t leave until she comes.

I lean forward to sink my tongue in her hot mouth, swallowing every whimper and mewling.

“Alec, oh God. I’m coming.”

Her lips part in unsteady inhales, her eyes snapping shut. I don’t even have to wait long to follow her to the edge because my climax begins to crest right after hers, my orgasm knocking the breath out of me.

With me still inside of her, I slip out of my pants and wrap my arms around her limp body, carrying her with me to the shower. When I set her on her feet, she grips my arms, her legs like wet noodles.

I smile inwardly.

I did that to her. I made her come apart in my arms.

My original plan was to clean us both, but seeing her naked body under the shower has my cock roaring to attention … again. When it stirs against her thighs, she looks up at me and smiles. “So soon, Alec?”

I laugh softly and continue soaping her neck and breasts, trying to ignore how my loins tighten. “Nope. Let’s ignore it for now.”

Zara, even after coming twice, has a devious glint in her eyes, and I brace my hands on the tiled walls above her head, groaning when she begins stroking me and teasing the tip against her clit.

Before I know it, I’m fucking her in the shower, flattening her against the wall with my hips.

My hand lightly wraps around her neck, pulling her to me to bruise her mouth with the force of mine. It takes no more than ten minutes before we both come.

“Will you stay the night, baby?”

She smiles and leans forward to lick my lips. “There’s nothing you can do to make me leave right now.”

When she dozes off in my arms an hour later, tucked on my side, her leg on top of mine, I realize something. Without lust fogging my brain, I know for a fact that I don’t want a life without her. Possessive feelings curl in my gut whenever I think of her with anyone except me.

It’s not just because she’s a walking wet dream. It’s because I like spending time with her. Even with my brothers, my limit is six hours. I spend that time with them, and then I get exhausted with their company. With Zara, it’s not like that.

The thought of coming home to her after a long day lifts whatever burdens I carry.


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