THE RUTHLESS ALPHA SUPERIOR’S VIRGIN SLAVEUpdated at Oct 1, 2026, 23:32
"Open your mouth, slave. Suck on it until I tell you to stop."The Supreme Alpha fists her hair—brutal, unforgiving—yanking her head back so hard her neck arches, exposing the pale column of her throat. His other hand cracks across her cheek, sharp and claiming, the sting exploding across her skin, forcing her lips apart with the shock of it. She gasps, dizzy, and that's when the Supreme Alpha shoves himself inside—thick, heavy, pulsing with angry heat—ramming past her teeth, hitting the back of her throat before she's ready.The Supreme Alpha tastes like salt and power and raw musk, and he's *enormous*, stretching her jaw until it burns, her eyes watering as he grips her skull with both hands now. The Supreme Alpha thrusts into her wet heat with cruel, punishing strokes, fucking her face like he owns it, like he paid for it, grunting as she gags and drools around his length, spit spilling down her chin, her hands clawing at his thighs.But Gods, Gods, while the Supreme Alpha uses her mouth like a possession, her untouched cunt is on fire, soaked and swollen, clenching on empty air, throbbing with a hollow ache that makes her whine around his cock. She needs him *there*—needs the Supreme Alpha splitting her open, pounding her into the mattress, filling that desperate, clutching void with hard, relentless flesh. Her pussy lips are slick, slippery with want, begging to be spread and speared and *thoroughly fucked* until she's ruined, until she's his, until she can't remember anything but the stretch of the Supreme Alpha owning every hole.