Home>>read Ruined: Loving An Alpha Male free online

Ruined: Loving An Alpha Male(80)

By:S.K. Lessly


When the chorus came on and said, “Oops there goes my shirt up over my head,” I pulled my shirt off to show him my bra, tiny panties, and garter belt. Once I lost the shirt, I really showed my goodies to him as I continued my assault on his senses.

Now he has told me he doesn’t frequent strip clubs because seeing women dancing around naked does nothing for him. Even when they dance on his lap, he says all it does is gives his dick a brush burn from his jeans, but he is never aroused.

So I popped my bra and let it fall to the ground, turned around, and sat on his lap with my back to his front. I felt he was extremely aroused. I smiled to myself. When the rap part of the song came on, I leaned back on him. Resting my head on his shoulder, I began playing with myself and grinding on his lap.

I felt his breathing change, and he growled in my ear, “You are going to destroy me.”

He then started playing with my breasts and nipples, while I pleasured myself on his lap. I have never done this for anyone. As the rhythm of the beat combined with him showing his need for me—kissing on my neck and shoulders—I was about to come. So I stopped and turned to face him. I continued my grinding session on him as the song started to end. He brought my fingers to his mouth and tasted them. ‘He definitely wasn’t going to be the only one destroyed.’

The beat just kept going, and he just watched me, letting me know that he was definitely going to fuck me until my head exploded.

Another song started to play, and he stood from the chair with me still attached to him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he went over to the cake.

“Are you going to make a wish?” I asked him.

I lit the candle, and he quickly blew it out. Then he shocked the hell out of me by reaching into the cake and grabbing a huge handful of frosting. He smeared it on my chest and then licked his fingers.

“I fucking love whipped cream icing.” I laughed, and he grabbed the bottle of champagne and headed to the bedroom.

That night, what we had was something I can only describe as fucking phenomenal, mind-blowing, kinky ass, fucking love making. I have never in my life experienced anything remotely like it before. He drank champagne off my body and just had his way with me and I with him. The cake was never eaten in the traditional way, but we didn’t care.

We had the time of our lives, and I hoped, even if it was for a few hours, Mason was able to not worry.





Chapter 14


Maxine


The next morning I crawled out of the bed slowly, trying not to wake Mason. We went bananas last night and with his fight last night, the upcoming ones today, and Alex, I wanted him to sleep as much as possible.

I ordered breakfast for the birthday boy and sat out on the patio that was off our room.

I was up for about two hours when I finally heard him stirring behind me.

He groaned and said to me, “Hey, why are you not lying next to me?”

I turned from the beautiful ocean view and walked back into the room. I crawled back in the bed and kissed him.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

“Hmmm. Thank you, baby.”

He touched my face and looked in my eyes.

Seeing the worry in them, he said, “How do I look?”

I shook my head. “Like you were punched in the face.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I was.”

“How do you feel?”

He pulled me down on top of him and started kissing my neck. “Like I want more birthday cake.”

When we finally got out of bed, I placed his breakfast—eggs and a T-bone steak—in front of him while he sat at the table smiling at me.

“What?”

“It seems we have a lot to talk about.”

I looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“I’m thinking since you proposed to me, I expect a ring on my finger. Or I’ll take some other type of jewelry to seal the deal.”

I laughed. “Yeah, I think I can accommodate you.”

I had already had his gift in the living room, so I grabbed it off the side table and pushed the small box over to him. The fork stopped in midair—it seems I’m doing a lot of shocking these days—and then he looked up at me.

“Uh, baby, I was kidding.”

I shrugged. “Happy Birthday. I hope you like it.”

He groaned. “Angel, you shouldn’t have.”

He put his fork down and slowly removed wrapping paper that had “Champ” written all over it. The box was non-descriptive. But when he opened it, his eyes grew wide. On one of the days he sent me out shopping, I found a watch that I fell in love with. I saved all my tips and threw in a few of my savings to make sure I found something he would like. I knew his taste was far beyond what I could afford. But I lucked out and found a black solid steel watch with a large face that only showed the hands. Diamonds circled the face. It was simple and expensive, but the look on his face made it worth every penny saved. I figured if I was moving in with him, why not use some of my savings on him? I don’t need a car right now, anyway. He removed the watch from its case and took a long look at it. His silence was driving me crazy.