Alpha’s Virgin Stripper

JOJO:

I turned sharply to find the Alpha before me, now in a shirt and trousers. His suit was gone. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up and his shirt was unbuttoned a few. The bags of stress underneath his eyes and the redness of his eyes were evident. He looked like he had gone through a stressful day. Yet, he had a roughly sexy aura around him, I gulped hard on my saliva.

Why did I want to drop to my knees and ease it? I was also stressed and legends say a person could not give what the person did not have. I could not give him the relief he was looking for, but for reasons, I neither knew nor understood, I wanted to try.

However, my feet refused to move as we both held eye contact with each other. I was frozen on the spot, just as always. Entrapped by his stare, enchanted by daring and bold black eyes.

“Come.” He said once. It seemed like it was the magic word I needed to remove my feet from the floor.

I wasn’t fast enough for him. With one swift move, he closed the space between us, pulling me into his body. It was then that I noticed, once more, how much he hovered above me with his tall muscular frame, making me look so small next to him. I concentrated my gaze on his chest. I was too shaken to look at him while we were in such close proximity.

I did not realize I had been shaking until he asked me about it in his voice, as smooth as silk, melody to my aching ears. One that had the power to cause my stomach to knot, and cause my toes to curl on their own accord.

“I guess it’s the cold.” I lied through my teeth. I could not tell him it was because I was scared of men like him, that I had never been held so close by any man before and I wanted nothing but to push him off me but for some reason, my palm just rested on his arm. He lifted my chin then, forcing me to look at him. His face gave away no emotion and I did not know how to react under his gaze, so I just looked down at his shoulder instead, asking,

“Can I ask why you did not let me go with the VVIP? Bentley said I could have made a lot of money…”

“Don’t ” He snapped, with so much anger laced in his voice that it confused me.

I had to ask him about that night, to get my facts right. But, how would I ask him? What would I say? How would I ask him if he had rescued any girl from the side of a restaurant about a month ago? He would think I was crazy. He already thought so, he would only confirm it.

I found something else to say, I had to. His silence was more unnerving than his voice.

“Do you do this with all your workers?” I questioned. It was unusual for me to press on, he was shutting me out, but I was insistent and resilient. We had to have a conversation, I wanted to be able to black out the thoughts in my head. He was silent for a while before he spoke, his usual stern voice now… husky?

“I do not cross the line of professionalism with my workers.” He bit back

What?

“But-” I had started to ask but then he interrupted,

“Shut up.” He ordered.

I stayed quiet, and my whole body stilled, hairs on my skin stood at attention, they recognized him. I could not move an inch, not even when he lowered his jaw to my face and placed his lips on mine. My eyes flew open in shock, I suddenly forgot how to kiss. At that moment, everything I thought I knew vanished from my mind.

I pressed my palm harder against his chest in an attempt to push him off me. It did nothing to make him budge and he suddenly lifted me off the floor, his lips still on mine. I still wasn’t kissing him back… I could not bring myself to. I could feel the frustration in his voice when he finally ordered in between kisses,

“Kiss me.”

My entire body was on fire already when I finally kissed him back. He was using his tongue and I tried to keep up with his speed and expertise, feeling his dick press against my stomach. It brought back fresh memories of Mykel pressing his hard penis against my back. I groaned and tried to push him away, but he would not budge.

He cupped my breasts with both hands, and the warmth of his palms caused me to throw my head back in a sigh. He soon cupped my neck and claimed my mouth again, flicking his tongue over my nipples.

He kept tongue fucking my mouth, with a skill that drove me toward the beginning of nerve-wracking chills. I could feel my core dripping already. I tried to pull away from him, but I soon gave up the fight. I stopped abruptly, my breath hitched in a painful sigh when I felt it. My eyes flickered down and found his, horror etched in mine, I could taste it on my tongue, feel it in my bones. Beads of cold sweat formed on my forehead, despite the temperature of the air conditioner.

I had not expected Alpha Lake to pull my panties to the side and push a finger into me.