Chapter 14 Can’t Fight This #2
I’d never been so feral, so overcome with desire. She was like a drug. Invading all my senses.
I moved to her neck, biting, licking, sucking, leaving my mark.
She moaned, her breath coming in short little gasps. The sound she made…
I growled against her neck.
My own desire was becoming too much.
“On your knees,” I demanded as I released her neck.
She looked at me so innocently.
“Have you forgotten last night?” I asked.
“No,” she answered and tried to kiss me again.
I stopped her, my hand loosely around her throat, and kissed the corner of her mouth before moving to her ear.
“By my count, you owe me,” I told her and pushed her back lightly. “On your knees, I want to fuck your mouth.”
She licked her lips.
Fuck.
“Yes, Alpha,” she said, and I was sure my underwear was ruined.
She moved gracefully from my lap to the floor on her knees between my legs. Her hands ran up my thighs, and she pressed herself forward, her nose against my crotch and inhaled like some wanton animal.
“Fuck,” she groaned out. “Why do you smell so good?” she whined.
I pushed her hair from out of her face and behind her ears.
“Do you want to know how good I taste?” I asked her.
She looked up at me and nodded, her hands moving to unbutton my trousers.
“Good girl,” I praised and lifted my hips, allowing her to pull my trousers and thong down together past my knees and off.
She began to place kisses along my inner thigh, trailing higher and higher to where I needed her.
I felt her hesitation.
I lifted her head up to look at me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, concern breaking past my arousal.
“It’s been a long time,” she said self-consciously. “And I wasn’t exactly an expert before then.”
I bent forward towards her and pulled her up to meet me the rest of the way and kissed her deeply in reassurance.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth and face. I’m in control here. I’m going to take exactly what I want, how I want it. All you need to do is be a good girl and follow instructions,” I told her when I broke the kiss.
“Fuck,” she said.
I leaned back against the couch and gripped a fistful of her hair, guiding her to my clit.
All apprehension seemed to leave her immediately as she began to suck and lick, moaning loudly like she couldn’t get enough of me.
I threw my head back in ecstasy and pushed her face harder against me, grinding myself against her.
“Fuck… puppy… like that… you’re doing so well,” I praised.
The scent of both our arousals had mixed, filling my lungs with a heady combination I greedily breathed in, making me grip her hair tighter. She whined in pain but didn’t complain or stop the attention she gave to my clit.
“Add two fingers,” I commanded and moaned loudly when she complied, hooking them upwards.
I lost control. Grinding against her, my hips bucking forcefully until I came on her face.
As I relaxed back against the couch, she tried to lift her head from me.
“You’re not done yet,” I told her, feeling how drenched I was. The couch would probably be stained. “Clean up the mess you made,” I instructed.
Her tongue inside of me was not what I was expecting, but she was so hot and lithe and kept my arousal balanced in that blissful space, where I could live in the moment.
The sound of her swallowing my wetness was electrifying, starting a burning need within me.
I allowed her to take care of me, moving from inside me to between my labia.
“You taste so good,” she moaned as I allowed her free.
“Really?” I asked and pulled her up to meet me in a heated kiss. The taste of myself on her lips was a new delicacy. I’d never liked tasting myself on a partner before, but mixed with Harriet it was something else, perhaps something narcissistic. I didn’t care; I just wanted more of her.
I slid forward until we were both on our knees, my hand around her throat controlling our kiss, while my other hand squeezed and twisted her rock-hard nipples.
“Take your trousers and panties off,” I told her.
She fumbled with her clothing until I was pushing her onto her back and removing it for her.
She was naked, panting, her chest and cheeks pink.
I looked at her, looked at her long enough to see doubt and self-consciousness enter her eyes. When her hands on her thighs moved to cover her, I gripped her wrists tight, holding her still.
“I want to look at what’s mine,” I told her.
“But it’s awkward,” she whined pitifully.
I laughed, enjoying the way she squirmed under my gaze.
“Maybe that’s the point,” I said, and I released her wrists and removed my top and bra. “Go ahead and look,” I told her.
She practically ate me with her eyes until she sat up and tried to touch me.
I took hold of her arms and quickly twisted her around and pushed her back to the floor before taking hold of her hips and pulling them up so that her ass was up.
She tried to lift her head up to look back at me, but I pushed her back down to the ground with my hand between her shoulders.
“Have you ever been fucked like a bitch in heat?” I asked her.
“No,” she answered and produced the largest burst of pheromones I had experienced from her yet.
I pushed her knees wider apart and pulled her arms back to her side. It wasn’t a comfortable position. It wasn’t meant to be.
“I wish I were more prepared, puppy. You’re going to have to be a good girl and wait right here for me. Don’t move. Can you do that?” I asked, trying not to lose control myself.
“Yes, Alpha,” she agreed, and the title sent a jolt directly to my clit. I was bounding up the stairs towards my room, quicker than I had ever moved before, to retrieve my strap-on.
It was my favourite, thick enough that I worried about the stretch to her tight little hole and with a grinding base for me to enjoy.
When I returned, she was in the exact position I left her in.
Her ass in the air, her dripping pussy lips visible.
She flinched when I pushed my fingers between her lips to gather her wetness for the strap.
“Good girl, you didn’t move a muscle,” I praised.
She didn’t respond, only moaned and pushed herself against me.
“Do you want more, puppy?” I asked.
“Goddess, yes,” she moaned, trying to grind against me.
I removed my hand to transfer the wetness to the dildo, and she cried out at the loss.
I positioned the tip against her sopping wet entrance.
“You’re aching for attention, aren’t you?” I teased as I hovered at her entrance.
“Please, Alpha,” she cried as she pushed against the tip.
I didn’t stop her. I was transfixed watching her take the large dildo inch by inch. She stopped with a couple of inches left. I could see how tight she was around the dildo, her wetness seeping out.
I gathered her hair into my hand and leaned over her as I slowly pushed the rest inside of her.
She cried out, trying to move her hips away, but I held her still with my arm around her waist.
“Shhh, it’s okay, you can take it for me,” I told her, and she moaned her agreement.
It took all my restraint not to start pounding inside of her, to give her a moment to adjust to being so full and stretched.
“It’s so big,” she moaned as she began to push back against me tentatively.
My clit pressed against the base of the dildo as I pushed back against her, and soon I was fucking her, chasing my second release.
Using her like a toy to fuck.
She mewed and moaned and cried out as I fucked her, wet sopping sounds mixing with her moans and my harsh breaths.
“You’re mine to fuck,” I told her as I pushed inside her hard, fast, and unforgiving.
“Yours,” she agreed, crying out beneath me.
She wasn’t even holding herself up. I felt the weight of her against my arm, holding her at her waist.
My hips lunged forward over and over, grinding my clit, pounding inside of her.
“I’m—” she screamed out, her whole body convulsing under me, wave after wave.
I kept my rhythm, kept chasing my own release.
“It’s too much,” she cried beneath me.
“You say that while moaning like a whore,” I told her, never letting up, my thighs slapping against hers.
“Fuck,” she cried. “I’m going to… again—”
I watched another orgasm rock through her. The sight of her, exhausted, whimpering, overtaken by pleasure—my own orgasm crashed into me, and I collapsed on top of her.
After catching my breath, I pushed myself up to pull out of her.
I watched as her entrance seemed to want to suck me back inside her as I pulled out of her, leaving her pussy gaping for me.
I wondered just how far I could stretch her.
“Alpha?” she asked shakily.
I looked down at her, naked for me, waiting for me to decide what happened next. The power was a rush like no other.
“Come here, my omega,” I said, offering my hand to help her up. I’d make sure she was taken care of.