Chapter 60

I coquettishly smile at him, while slowly unbuttoning the top buttons of my blouse; then, in a seductive manner, teasingly slide my fingertips up and down my exposed cleavage line. … I can see the bulge in his underwear start growing, as the tip of his dick pushes up against it; creating an easily identifiable impression of it through the material.

Oh yeah; it won't be long before I have him wrapped around my little finger...

"Who says it's all of a sudden? I've always wanted to fuck you; Alan. … And yes, I know you're supposed to be marrying Helena soon; which is why I'm here now..."

I unfasten the clip, and pull down the zipper; and, allow my skirt to drop to the floor...

"It would be awkward for everyone if I fucked you after you two got married. … Right?"

All signs of suspicion are quickly dispelled from his eyes; as his stiffening dick pokes through the slit in the front of his underwear … followed by his swelling balls. … I remove my blouse and bra; then, go over to the bed, and sit down beside him.

I spit into the palms of my hands; then, start to stroke his dick and play with his balls. And, as I do this, Alan man-handles my breasts; firmly grasping hold of them, while pulling them up against his face … and; tightly squeezes both ends together, to shove both of my puffed-out nipples into his mouth, and wildly suck on them at the same time.

I can feel his dick throbbing more and more with each stroke of my hands; which quickly turns me on, and makes me hot and wet. And, before I know it; my panties are soaked. I give in and allow myself to fall into a horny frenzy; and, savagely tear both our underwear off … then; I immediately mount his fully-engorged dick, and aggressively grind my sopping wet crotch against his.

"Wait..." He tries to get up. "Let me put on a condom."

I push him back down, and grasp hold of his wrists; pinning them down on the mattress. I lean in, and hover my face inches over his; devilishly grinning, as I now slowly grind him...

"You want to put a condom on … really? Do you think my pussy would feel as good as it does now, if you wrap up your dick?"

Alan easily breaks away from my hold; and, tosses me aside. In an instant; he tightly grasps hold of my ankles, and quickly raises my legs up into the air, while spreading them wide apart … sort of like Casper Whitmore did that night at the hotel. I guess it's an Alpha thing.

He forcefully rams his fully-engorged dick into my drenched pussy; and, thrust it up deep inside of me. … And now; he leans in, and hovers his face inches over mine...

"Who do you think you are; bitch? I'm the next Alpha of the Rainier Pack … and, I'm the one who'll be doing the fucking here; not you."

I coquettishly smile at him; then, goad him on...

"Then shut up, and fuck me … next Alpha."

He begins to wildly thrust his pelvis up and down; aggressively shoving his dick up deeper inside me … while I tightly wrap my legs around his gyrating waist.

We begin to simultaneously moan and groan; as we both succumb to our carnal desire to fuck one another. And shortly, we rapturously howl together; as we both intensely cum. … Then, we continue; moving onto round two.

And, just like that night with Casper Whitmore; I allow Alan to keep on cumming inside me … load after glorious load.

I hear Selene only stop moaning once; and, just long enough to gloat...

"Oh, yeah; we got you now ... bitch."

Back down at the Whitmore Corporation's corporate headquarters...

To say that Casper Whitmore's day hasn't been going too well so far would be an understatement at the very least. And … unfortunately for him … this day isn't over, yet.

Today is the first day of work for Veronica Childress … aka 'Madame X'.

**Casper's POV**

I've just finished clearing my head, somewhat … well; the best that I could under the circumstances … and, I walking back down the stairwell; when I suddenly hear Phil mind-link me...

"Shoot, Casper; I forgot to tell you … I happened to run into the new Executive Secretary, before; who's starting work today."

"And?"

"And; I'm torn … I can't decide whether you're going to like it, or not."

"What do you mean … who is she?"

"Oh … you'll find out when you see her."

"Phil; I'm really not in the mood for any more surprise, today. Just tell me who..."

"Hold on, Casper; I'm getting a call on my cellphone … let me see; who is it … ah; sorry, I have to take this call. Got to go. Talk to you a little later. Bye."

Okay … what was all that about? … Again; I'm seriously not in the mood for any more surprises.

I'm nearly at my office; when I hear an unmistakably familiar, melodious voice from my past, calling out to me from the coffee station...

"Good afternoon; Mr. Whitmore … long time, no see."

No way; it can't be her. … Can it?

The voice flirtatiously inquires, "What's the matter; cat got your tongue? … If that's it; at least let it be my cat."

Yes … it's definitely her. Phil hit the nail on the head with that call of not being sure if I'm going to like it, or not. Right now; the jury's still out on that verdict.

I look over towards the coffee station … there she is, leaning up against the door frame; with her arms strategically folded across her chest, firmly pushing up on her overly-ample breasts to enhance her enticing cleavage line … exuding her usual seductive air of confidence.

She coquettishly smiles. "Well … aren't you happy to see me?"