Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 979: Chapter 36 : Orb Schmorb

*Lucas*

Amanda was there when we arrived at the dorm Sasha and she shared, but she saw our flushed states and the fact I had Sasha wrapped around me like cling plastic, and quickly stood with the book she'd been reading.

“I'm going to go bake something in the washing machine," Amanda said, scampering out of the dorm and closing the door firmly behind her. She even did us the courtesy of locking it.

“Your friend has good instincts," I murmured in Sasha's ear, squeezing her ass tightly and pulling her hard against my erection before tumbling her to her bed. I followed her down, kissing her, cupping her breasts through her sweater.

“Too many clothes," Sasha complained, starting to wriggle her way out of her sweater.

I couldn't have agreed with her more. I stripped off my own sweater and T-shirt, then helped Sasha out of her T-shirt and bra, letting it all join her sweater on the floor.

“Better?" I whispered, gently licking Sasha's lips until she allowed me entry.

Our tongues tangled while I started tugging up Sasha's skirt. I wasn't sure it was going to survive this encounter. Her underwear sure wasn't.

“Lucas!" Sasha protested weakly as her underwear shredded in my hand.

“What?" I asked innocently, skimming my fingers along the warm, wet of her. It made my brain nearly

explode to feel how much she wanted me.

“You're going to be buying me new underwear every day if you keep that up!" Sasha said. But her hands went to my chest, her palms skimming over my n*****s.

I hissed, then groaned as her hips bucked desperately against mine. “Sasha baby, I promise to go slow next time...."

Sasha grabbed my hair and her burning blue eyes bored into mine. “Now. I need you. Now, Lucas. Now."

There was a sweet sting that accompanied her tug on my hair, and I pulled her to me, fusing our lips as I fumbled with my fly. I couldn't get in her fast enough.

When my c**k sprang free, I was relieved. When I pushed into her warm, wet, tight entrance, I was caught up in a feeling of bliss.

“Lucas… oh goddess… don't stop. Make love to me," Sasha moaned into my shoulder as she gripped me with her hands and wrapped her legs around my waist, drawing me in deeper still.

“Sasha, the only thing you need to worry about is whether or not I can stop making love to you," I said, taking her hips in my hands and thrusting sharply.

Sasha cried out, clutching me to her as I rode her hard. I wanted to be gentle, I really did, but her soft body and desperation that matched mine made it impossible.

Thankfully, Sasha didn't mind a bit. Her nails dug into my back, marking me. I wanted to mark her in

return–a real, true mating mark. The strength of my desire to do so shocked me.

In any case, it was too soon. She was too young. So I satisfied myself with sucking the side of her neck, knowing it would form a very obvious bruise, marking her as mine in some small way, at least.

Sasha shrieked and came in a warm rush, her inner muscles clamping around my c**k. I groaned and came as well, releasing deep inside her body.

I didn't lose my hard-on, though, and Sasha giggled.

“Need something?" she teased me.

“Oh yes," I said. I rolled onto my back and took her hands in mine. “Ride me, beautiful."

Sasha looked positively delighted. She moved her hips, grinding on me, and I could have died a happy man right then, watching her perfect breasts bounce and jiggle with every movement, feeling the softness of her thighs pressed against my hips.

The way she felt going up and down on my d**k? It was indescribable. Sasha was glorious in her newfound power, and I wasn't going to interrupt the show I was getting.

“This good?" Sasha asked, releasing my hands and changing her angle, leaning her weight on my shoulders and letting her hips swing more freely.

I tossed my head back, murmuring incoherent words of pleasure.

“I'll take that as a yes," Sasha grinned.

She kept going, and I kept holding back, until finally I couldn't take it anymore. “Sasha sweety," I said, cupping her face between my hands. “I'm close. I want you to come with me."

Sasha's eyes flickered with passion, and she guided my hands to her hips. “Help me," she whispered.

I didn't need to be asked twice. I gripped her hips and began thrusting sharply up into her, causing us both to moan. Sasha whimpered, bracing herself on my upper arms as I took her hard and fast.

“That's it, Sasha sweety. Feel it. Come for me," I said, pulling her hips tight against mine one last time.

She began to orgasm, throwing her head back, her hair falling all over the place as her body arched.

I groaned and nearly saw stars this time when I came inside her. “f**k me, you're fantastic," I wheezed as we came down from our high, and Sasha lay on my chest. I combed my fingers through her now- erratic blond hair.

“Better than what's-her-name?" Sasha hazarded.

I chuckled, smoothing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “No comparison, Sasha sweety. This is so much… more."

“Good," Sasha said primly, snuggling me.

I stroked my hands up and down her back. “Why, you jealous?"

Sasha swatted me and I chuckled. I deserved it.

“I would never stoop to such an immature emotion," she sniffed.

“So, yes, then," I teased.

Sasha laid her cheek back down on my shoulder. “Yes."

I leaned my chin down so I could kiss her temple. “There's nothing to be jealous about, not a thing. She didn't love me. She just wanted my money. She had all the ambition of a sloth. You're… so much different, Sasha, better in every way."

“Good. I mean, not that she was a gold digger and had no ambition. That must have been hard to find out," Sasha observed.

I shrugged. “Sometimes the path isn't exactly what you thought it to be, and it's painful at times, but it brings you to something better."

Sasha leaned up so she could look me in the eyes. “Am I that something better?"

My heart squeezed. “Yes, Sasha, you are that something better."

Sasha laid her head back down and dallied her fingers over my chest, following my scars. “You're very surprising, Lucas Black."

“I guess I am these days," I whispered.

After a long silence between us, Sasha reached down and stroked me intimately.

I grinned, a little sad about the break in the mood, but happy to go another round. “You sure you want to go again?" I asked anyway. “I seem to remember someone yelping at every bump we hit in the sedan the last time we–"

“Shut up, Lucas," Sasha said, and I snapped my mouth shut.

Her hand felt good, but she was inexperienced, so I reached down to help her get me hard. As I expected, Sasha was a very good student, and soon I was panting for it.

I rolled her underneath me and nudged her legs apart. But I was in the mood to take my time this time, so instead of thrusting right in, I teased her with my fingers and lowered my lips to her breast, lapping her n*****s and nibbling along the lower edge of those perfect globes.

Sasha spiked her fingers through my hair and held me to first one breast, then the other, grinding against my hand. “Lucas," she begged.

“In a minute," I said, nuzzling the bruise I'd made on her neck. Until it was time to properly mark her, I'd simply have to keep that bruise fresh, so everyone would know she was mine.

Again, the intensity of my feelings overwhelmed me, and I stopped, breathing against Sasha's soft skin.

“Lucas?" Sasha asked.

I licked the spot, then kissed my way slowly up to Sasha's lips. “It's nothing, Sasha. Just thinking."

“Could you think later?" Sasha replied, s****l frustration clear in her tone.

I smirked. “I could…" I twisted my finger to hit her right where she'd feel it most inside. “But it had to do with you."

Sasha shrieked, coming around my fingers.

I withdrew my hand and brought my fingers to my lips, giving them a long lick.

Sasha looked as though she might pass out. “Lucas, you're not being fair!"

“I wasn't planning to fight fair." I moved over her, the head of my c**k probing her now-soaked entrance.

“Goddess, Lucas. Please, please don't make me wait anymore," Sasha said, wriggling her hips closer to my d**k, making the head push shallowly inside her.

“Sasha, I'm willing to give you everything… everything," I whispered, and meant it. Even if Sasha were a gold-digging sloth, I'd keep her. I'd take her to my bed and perhaps never stop making love to her.

Hell, if I was being so hard on her underwear, I would quite happily let her buy every stitch of lingerie from every store in every kingdom around the globe, just to see her wear it for me.

With another tug of impatience, I had mercy on Sasha and thrust deep inside her.

Sasha cried out and scratched my shoulders, drawing blood.

A pup… Sasha was no pup. She was more woman than Quinn could ever hope to be.

“Lucas… Lucas it feels so… goddess… Lucas," Sasha babbled, her body swaying as I thrust powerfully inside her.

“Sasha...." I sighed, feeling a rightness to this. When we were together, even when we were fighting, everything felt… right.

With another cry, Sasha came around my throbbing c**k, and I pulled her hips tight to mine as I came as well.

“Ngh…" Sasha said, finally worn out.

“Ngh," I agreed. I slipped out of her, then wandered my hand between her legs with the corner of a sheet. “How you feeling, princess?"

“Like Lucas Black just screwed my brains out," Sasha moaned. She spread her legs a little more for me, allowing me to clean her up.

I kissed the spot I'd made on her neck. “Think you'll be able to sit down this time?"

“Maybe on the way home," Sasha mused, “but probably not after we spend some time at home."

“Good point." I stroked my hand down her back and teasingly squeezed her ass.

Sasha snorted. “That's not going to help the situation."

“Who said I wanted to help the situation?" I grinned.

Sasha rolled her eyes, then looked over the side of the bed. “You know, because of you, I won't have any underwear to wear home. You took all my things."

“Yes, that's true," I said. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“That means I'm going to be walking around in a skirt without underwear," Sasha despaired.

I laughed. “I'm not seeing the problem here. In fact, I see it as an opportunit–"

Sasha swatted me again. “Up. Let's go home."

“Yes," I said, thumbing the mark I'd made on her neck. “Let's go home."

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