'Become' Alpha Mark

If today had taught him anything it was that following his instincts - and disregarding the norms of his previous life - would serve him well. His wife wanted to believe this alpha Mark nonsense? Erin wanted to sell it? They both wanted to see the rapist inside him? Well he wouldn't disappoint.

Mark stepped forward and looked Erin's deliciously wrapped body up and down.

"What do I want?", he asked, closing to within inches of Erin's face, before growling, "What do you want dressed like that? I'm pretty sure I know."

Erin smiled, knowing Rosie couldn't see, and imperceptibly nodded. Emboldened, Mark slid a hand inside her blazer to her waist, stroking the side, his thumb feeling the taut muscle of her abs. Her body was unreal, toned and lean right up until her large D-Cup breasts. They didn't look fake though, resting on her body rather than sitting up like spheres.

Rosie gasped as Mark slid his hand up until it was cupping one beautiful tit.

"Sir?", came the trembling voice of Erin. That one word sent Mark's lust into over drive and he didn't even notice the slight smile the blonde wore - she was playing the part of a nervous student.

He squeezed her breast hard and she winced,

"Don't pretend now girl, you came here for a reason.", his other hand moved under her skirt and pressed his entire palm against her sex. Individual fingers pressed between her opening lips to find them wet. He began rubbing, hard, not even really for her benefit, but Erin moaned all the same.

"Mark!", came Rosie's shocked cry. He looked over the blonde's shoulder even as he roughly felt her, looking into his wife's wavering gaze.