Welcome back to the Fleshbot Book Club-your chance to get a sneak peek at some of the hottest erotic literature out now. Today's selection comes from Alpha, a paranormal romance by Molly Maddox.
He trailed his hands from my belly to my hips, my ass, then he reached between my legs and rubbed the crotch of my sopping panties. Rubbing turned to fingering, and a sweet, deep pang spread out from my clit and turned my pussy to butter. "And this is okay," he whispered, "right?"
He had no idea how okay it was. He was the basis of all my major masturbation fantasies: him naked, him in nothing but tattered jeans, him working his family's ranch, dappled with sweat, him fucking me in an alley. Thoughts of him alone could make me hot. I rolled toward him and spread my legs.
He let out a low groan and slid his fingers into my panties. His fingertips spread my vulva, his thumb flicked my clit, then laid against it flat. I gasped.
Slowly, he rubbed his thumb right to left, and feelers of pleasure tickled my toes and nipples.
"You can't-" he muttered, his voice husky, "You can't know how much I wanted this… all this time, Janey…"
I shut my eyes. This had to be a dream. His mates and lovers were she-wolf babes, amazons, and modelesque warriors. I was a short freckled nearsighted typical with too many piercings and a penchant for ugly boots.
My wrists hurt where they were handcuffed behind me. He turned me over to undo them.
"No," I said. "Keep ‘em."
Wordlessly, he flipped me onto my back. I felt him nudge open my fatigue jacket and slide one hand up my shirt and the other back into my drenched panties. He flicked the ring in one nipple, then leaned over and sucked it through my shirt as his fingers entered me.
I arched my back, moaned, and he took my whole tit in his mouth, biting and snarling and licking through my t-shirt with his long, dog-like tongue. He shoved his thick fingers in and out of my cunt, diving deeper and deeper every time. The cold zipper of his leather jacket fell across my thighs.
He sat up, hunkered down, and laid his body against mine. His erection was evident against the front of his jeans. He grabbed my hair in one fist and with his other hand he yanked my panties down, opened the front of his pants, and pressed his cock against my labia. I struggled to look down and caught sight of his penis, this long, thick length of hard, pulsing flesh, ridged and pink and thatched at the base with thick fur like it was in my dreams. He was easily eight inches.
He twitched his wrist and yanked my face back up to his, then parted my vulva with the head of his dick. It was hot, and I was wet. I thrust my hips against him. It would be so easy for him to slide into me.
He gripped my hair. "Not yet," he murmured.
Excerpted from Alpha by Molly Maddox.
Copyright (c) 2010 by Molly Maddox.