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Kelya
Iwait patiently to get what I want this time. He’s not going to tell me no again. I will not be denied. If he denies me, he could actually hurt me, and this is what I want.
I want his fucking alpha bark. A shiver of excitement runs through me as I remember him using it on me in the boat and at the bar. It’s a delicious, sexy alpha bark.
“Fine.”
Relief and anticipation swirl around me, and I wait, trying to stay as still as possible.
“Kelya, suck my dick like it’s the only fucking dick you’ve ever wanted to suck.” His words climb over my skin and sink into my bloodstream, etching into every part of me. It feels like a little climax. A tiny eruption. I could absolutely come just hearing him use it on me.
I slide my hands up his thighs until they meet at his knot. God, he’s gorgeous. Thick and lengthy. A perfect specimen. I scootch up so I can come down on it, then spit over the head.
I shiver and suck him into my mouth, filling the whole thing with his meaty girth.
“Fuck, Kelya. Goddamnit.”
His hands slide through my hair and hold it at the roots.
It feels so fucking good. I give his cock a good stroke, and he makes a great noise of satisfaction.
I suck his cock into my wet mouth. He jumps in his seat, and it only makes him go deeper.
Oh god, that’s so good. I love sucking dick.
Tony strokes my hair so gently it makes me want to cry.
The way he fills my entire mouth makes me want to cry.
His salty taste is also…damn. He tastes really good.
Like how a man ought to taste. He’s clean and musky.
His pre-cum coats my mouth, and I take a second to savor the taste. He lets me go, and I rest my head on his thigh and close my eyes. I can taste his cypress scent in his cum. It’s such a lovely fucking taste. Especially for a man.
I lick up his shaft and then take him into my mouth, the flat part of my tongue against him, and then I suck, hallowing my cheeks.
I take him as far as I can and pull back, then repeat it, again and again, and he gets deeper and deeper each time.
Finally, I can hold him to the back of my throat, so I do what any good girl does and swallow the head of his cock down my throat.
He gets stuck, and I use the suction to pull.
“God! Your mouth! I’m so deep. I’m fucking your throat, Omega.”
I roll his balls in my hand and stroke his thigh while I suck his cock.
Tears prick at the edges of my eyes, and I breathe desperately through my nose.
I love this shit. I love the way I can feel how fucked up I’m making him.
He’s delirious and desperate. He’s trying his best not to come in my mouth, to prolong the pleasure.
I pull back and let my saliva coat him so much it drips down my hand.
“Shit, Kelya…what are you doing to me?” That reverent tone is back, and it’s brought home with the way he softly, respectfully pets my head.
It’s always been a dream of mine to find a man who can command me to suck his dick like a jerk, but hold me like I’m precious while I do. Who is strong, but delightfully kind.
But fuck Tony.
He’s a thorn in my side.
Someone I will betray and escape, because he isn’t getting paid by me, but my villains.
For now, though, I get to suck him down, chasing my mouth with the hard squeeze of my hand.
Up and down, twisting, covered in my drool so it sounds wet and dirty.
His breathing is speeding up, and I can feel him holding his release back.
My inner omega wants, no needs, to do this exactly as he said.
So she tightens her grip, and I scrape my little omega teeth ever so slightly against his sensitive skin.
“Fuck!” he bellows.
I double my speed and suck harder, feeling him get closer to the edge.
Between his grunting, moaning, and hissing, he grips my hair tight at the roots and says, “Stick out your tongue. I want to see it.”
I pull off and stick my tongue out, placing the head of his cock against it. The hot cum erupts over my tongue, and I drench myself with him. He’s delirious, so I wait patiently for him to see how good I am.
He blinks into awareness and then looks at me with absolute awe.
“Kelya, fuck, my god, look at how beautiful you are, listening to your alpha. I knew you were a good omega.”
I moan at his praise, still presenting my cum-filled mouth to him like an offering. Slick coats my thighs. A sense of total satisfaction takes over any other feeling I could be having right now.
His hand comes out and strokes my jaw, and I can’t help the little mewls I make.
“So goddamned beautiful. How can something so pretty be so violent? I’d follow you your whole life just to see how much more trouble you can get into.”
His eyes are no longer on my tongue, but my eyes. Is he serious or just sick in the afterglow?
“Swallow.” His command flushes out anything in my head, and it’s all swallow, swallow, swallow. I close my lips and swallow him down into me. Making him a part of me.
“Fucking hell, Omega. I’ve never…”
“You’ve never had an omega suck you off?” I say when I have my voice back. I’m so damned proud of myself.
I wait for the look of awe and disbelief on his face, like all men usually have. Like getting to be with an omega is a gift. But he doesn’t react like that at all. In fact, his eyes grow distant, and his mouth closes and then twitches.
Oh, I forgot. Emmanuelle. Lemon and poppyseed. I can’t believe I forgot this man had an omega. His hand strokes my cheek.
“You wanted to be my only omega?”
I huff and shake my head.
“I’m not your omega.”
“Sorry, you’re right.”
He removes his hand then tucks himself back into his pants. Despite my vulnerable moment, when he stares right at me, I meet his unwavering eye contact.
“Kelya, there’s no bond; there was only a contract.
” I don’t know why he’s explaining this to me.
I don’t need him to tell me this. Plus, omegas have contracts all the time with alphas.
Alphas tend to go a little insane when it comes to omegas, and if you want to court or date, usually it’s done with a contract.
Despite trying to keep my head above water, I open my mouth and let the first question I have slip right out.
“Did you love her?”
“No. Never. Not for one second.”
I’m about to ask another question, but before I do, he says, “I didn’t even think love was real. That’s why I agreed to the contract in the first place. I didn’t know I should have been holding out…”
“I don’t believe in love either,” I blurt. I have no filter right now.
He hums.
“The ones who say love is real are just people who settled and don’t want others to know. Because it’s embarrassing.”
He smiles and traces the outside of my ear with his fingertips. It all feels so good. There’s a connection between us taking root. His heart to mine. If he believed in love, it might make me worried.
“I can see that.”
He places his hands under my arms and stands, bringing me with him. Then he takes us to the wall deep within the room and pushes me against it.
“Your turn.” He carefully unties the sash around my waist and opens my dress. I love the look on his face, like he’s never been more serious in his life. I drop the sleeves from my shoulders, and it tumbles to the ground, and he kicks it away. I’m left in my thong and bralette.
“Everything you wear is red…” he points out. “Red panties. Red bras. Red shoes. Red lipstick.”
He kneels in front of me, pulls up my foot, and kisses the top of it.
“Painted red toenails.”
I need to go to the salon soon and touch them up. I don’t say that though. Since Tony is kissing up my ankle and calf, words have escaped me.
He moves my legs out wide, crowding between them, and I grab the top of his head to keep steady.
I’m all over the place since he’s riling me up so much.
To solve that problem, he stands and pushes me into the wall with his entire body.
He’s got his knee pressed into my thigh, and then he grabs my other leg under the knee and holds it close to his body.
With a free hand, he slides it down between us, under my panties, and over my very wet cunt.
“Oh, fuck me.”
“You haven’t come in a long time, Omega. That’s not what the doctor ordered. He ordered many, many orgasms for you. I’m going to use my fingers this time, not a loaded gun. Just relax and come on my palm.”
“Yes, Cypress, yes.” I didn’t even have to ask for his alpha bark this time.
The thing is, if I didn’t want it, I know I could give him my safe word, and he’d take it back. He probably would be happy I used it.
He invades my pussy with his long, thick fingers.
Two of them at the same time. I moan, and my head falls onto his shoulder.
I grab onto his arms and hold on while he shoves them in and out of me, each time making me hotter and wetter than before.
My mouth is still sore from sucking on his big cock, and I’m scheming about when I can do it again.
Omegas love sucking cock.
His fingers speed up, and my brain is now only thinking about sex and pleasure as he pushes me tighter between his body and the wall. There’s no room to think about anything else. His forehead digs into my temple, preventing my head from thrashing around.
I moan, and he growls at me as my fingers dig into his shoulders.
“I’m close,” I sob. “I’m so close!”
He drives into me and never slows or changes rhythm, like a pro.
An orgasm hits and travels up and down my legs with such force I lose all control. Tony holds me as I lose all ability to remain upright. My mouth is open in a silent scream, and never have I ever felt more pleasure with one orgasm in my life.
I think I howl at one point.
He pulls me down into his lap and presses his lips to mine, but I still haven’t regained enough control to kiss him back.
Now that I know he doesn’t believe in love, I don’t need to worry if he’s going to try to claim he loves me or anything insane like that. We’re just two people. A captive and a captor. Kissing. Fucking. Wringing orgasms out of each other for their own gain.
There’s nothing to worry about.
The air dampens. Suddenly and without warning, the pressure drops. Clouds cover the sun, and shortly after, rain tings onto the patio. We part our kiss to look out through the wide-open door.
The rain builds into a torrent, pelting the roof and flooding the rain gutters. The moisture in the air dissipates my pheromones. Their loss makes me woozy. Tony pulls me closer, and holds me steady.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” His voice is as warm as this rainstorm.
Tony takes me to the bathroom and starts the shower, then pulls me into a hug—in another surprisingly sweet gesture. The way he handles me. Speaks to me. Cares for me…it’s making my head swim. Maybe swallowing down his cum has relaxed me too much.
“I got this, Tony. I’ll shower by myself. You can go in after me.”
He nods, knowing we need to cool it on the intimacy. At least, I hope he understands. After we take turns showering and changing, it’s late.
I stare at the bed, hoping I don’t cuddle him again.
“I’ll take the chair,” he offers.
It makes me feel both sad and grateful at the same time as I wrap myself in thin blankets and lay on the bed while he takes the chair—the one I tied him up in and used thinly veiled excuses to press my lips into his skin over and over again.
The rain pelts down violently, but I doze off, imagining what Emmanuelle looks like…