Losing my V-card with the Wrong Alpha

By Saskia Lane

THIS HORNY BRAT KEEPS PUTTING OFF LOSING HER V-CARD. SHE'S HOT AND READY FOR LOVE SHE WANTS TO BE USED AND DOMINATED BY A REAL STUD. HER BOYFRIEND'S OKAY BUT IT'S ONLY WHEN SHE'S ALONE WITH HER BOYFRIEND'S ALPHA MALE FATHER THAT SHONA DISCOVERS HER TABOO DESIRES. HE'S TOO BIG AND SHE'S TOO TIGHT AND ANAL WAS NEVER IN HER PLANS, BUT LOVE WON'T TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER.

 

SIZZLING HOT, WITH A PLOT. 7,000 WORDS.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vital Books Inc
• Release date: Oct 23, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223115960

Book preview

Losing my V-card with the Wrong Alpha

Saskia Lane

Published by Vital Books Inc, 2023.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

LOSING MY V-CARD WITH THE WRONG ALPHA

First edition. October 23, 2023.

Copyright © 2023 Saskia Lane.

Written by Saskia Lane.

Also by Saskia Lane

cruising for alphas

Taxi Driver Hot Wife

Taxi Driver Hot Wife 2

Standalone

Where's My Bikini Bottom? And Other Stories

Thanks For The Hotpants, Lieutenant

Explicit Creatures on a Hot Night

The Explicit End of the Beach

Losing my V-card with the Wrong Alpha

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Also By Saskia Lane

Losing my V-card with the Wrong Alpha

Sign up for Saskia Lane's Mailing List

Further Reading: The Explicit End of the Beach

Also By Saskia Lane

Hudson pushes me down lower in the front passenger seat of his Mustang. He slips his hand inside my bikini bottom and says:

Go on.

He feels how hot and wet my pussy is. I spread my legs a little wider and a fingertip slides in easy. A ripple of pleasure surges up my body.

Go on what?

He nods at where my supple fist’s pumping his long, slim totally stiff penis. His board shorts are unzipped. His urgent manhood twitches and jerks in my hand.

You know.

I know what?

Hudson’s chugging a Brewmeister with his free hand, the one that isn’t fingering me so deliciously,  its elbow leaning on the wound-down driver’s window letting in the crash of the surf and the cries of bathers and the smell of suntan oil.

My own beer’s balanced on the dashboard getting hot. Hudson says:

Shit, babe.

A warm sensation like hot water streaming up my inner thighs turns to a voluptuous kick. The pad of an urgent finger churns my clit in a sudden mess of hot sweetness, his fingertip searching deeper. My butt kicks on scuffed upholstery.

Jesus, Hudson. Not here.

I know we’ve got to do it some time or other. I’m on the pill. I’m ready. People get it on in the