Chapter 3 #3
Instead, he opens to show me a small glob of cum that he has saved on his tongue. Smirking, I pinch his jaw to keep it open, biting my tongue hard so it bleeds. Then, I spit the mess into his mouth, watching his reaction.
“Now show me what a pretty little whore you can be for me,” I growl releasing his mouth.
I wait for him to exhibit any type of hesitation, but there’s none. I wouldn’t have any trouble forcing him to swallow the concoction in his mouth, yet he does it of his own volition.
“What, like it’s hard to swallow parts of you I get to keep?” he teases, grinning as I yank him to his feet.
He’s covered in his own cum, his stomach white with the release. His shirt is pulled up to keep him from getting it messy, and I pull it off to gaze at him.
“It looks like you only listen when you want to,” I say, shoving his joggers to the ground. “Present to your alpha. I need to stuff you full of cum again.”
His cock is still thick, heavy, and ready for more; as is mine. A refractory period seems to be nonexistent and unnecessary for the two of us.
Turning to face the shelves, he bends over, grabs his asscheeks and spreads them wide. Kicking his feet wider, I smirk as he loses one of his pant legs. In fact, he’s slightly tangled in it, but it won’t affect us for now. When it does, I’ll fix it. Squatting, I do something I never have before.
Shoving my nose between his legs, I inhale deeply. He smells fucking incredible. Needing a taste, I shove my tongue into his tight hole, lapping at the slick that’s sliding out of it.
“Oh fuck. Please, please, argh, Alpha!” Kevin begs.
Refusing to stop, I get my fill, pushing my fingers deep inside, enjoying the wetness I find as I stretch him.
“You were a bad boy,” I croon, pushing a fourth finger inside him.
It’s as close to fisting him as I can get in here. Kevin’s breathy moans are pornographic as he forces himself to acclimate to my fingers.
“So mad that you won’t give me your cock?” he asks, gasping when I spank his ass.
His tight hole clenches around my fingers, making me smirk as I force him up onto his toes as I fuck him with them. The angle rubs against a deeper part of him, lighting up his nerve endings.
“Maybe,” I lie easily, standing. “Be a good boy and shove your fist in your mouth. Keep it down for me, yeah?”
Pulling my belt free, I loop it in half, holding it tightly.
Kevin’s fist is in his mouth as he opens his legs wider.
His gaze slides over his shoulder, undoubtedly watching as I strike him with the belt.
Instead of screaming, he groans, pushing his ass out further.
I want him to remember me when he sits. This is possession as well as discipline.
After three strikes, I toss the belt away, the crown of my shaft red and angry.
I’m done fucking around. I need to be inside his ass.
Lining up my cock with the dip of his entrance, I pull his hair back so his head falls onto my shoulder.
Lifting his leg so it’s over my arm, I press my hips forward so only my tip is inside him.
“Fuck your teasing,” Kevin says breathlessly.
Aggressively kissing him, I shove my cock home, swallowing his startled scream. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air as I steal Kevin’s moans and whimpers. His cock bounces with every thrust, and I refuse to restrict him from coming.
It’s a compliment that he can’t help himself from it. Our tongues entwine as I fuck him, and I feel my obsession grow stronger. I’m going to make him mine, I just need him to accept that this is the way it has to be.
My knot begins to get sucked into his ass, and Kevin whines in panic.
“What’s wrong?” I purr. “You’re taking me so good.”
“We’ll get stuck,” he gasps.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” I grin, kissing him again. His lips are addicting.
I have a feeling my knot will deflate quickly due to my lack of sleep and this being the second time I’ve found my release today. If he was in heat, I bet it would be very different.
Today, he gets the more human version of me.
As my chest vibrates with my purr, despite being still dressed, Kevin melts back into my release. His ass swells around my knot like he’s made for it, and I can hear the exact moment he ends up painting Mama Antonia’s stock room walls with his cum.
Oh well, I’ll make it up to her.
As my knot slides home, my vision explodes around the edges with white. I drop my lips to his neck, sucking on his pulse as I come so hard I have to drop his leg with a moan. Fuck, that was so incredible.
“Alpha,” Kevin whimpers, his body writhing as I give him a taste of my teeth.
“I won’t be biting you today, but soon,” I growl, lifting my head. “You’re mine.”
Our chests are heaving as my knot slips free from his ass, and I bend down to find his shirt and my belt. Handing him the article of clothing, I fix myself. I can tell I’m not going to be able to go back out to the restaurant to talk to Aisling, so I take the coward’s way out.
Watching as Kevin braces himself against the wall to dress, my lips twitch with satisfaction as my cum slowly leaks from his asshole. Next time, I’ll need to bring a butt plug to keep him stuffed full of it.
Yes, I plan for there to be a next time.
Me:
Aisling, I’ve run into a snag. I’ll call you later?
Almost immediately, the text bubbles pop up.
Aisling:
Evan let me know. I drank your cappuccino and took my dessert to go. Love you. Thank you for lunch.
Knowing that Antonia has my card info on file, I chuckle under my breath.
Kevin is almost completely dressed, red faced and bashful as he faces me.
“I don’t usually do this. I mean…” he drifts off as his gaze runs over me, biting his lip.
If there was time, he’d definitely be up for another round. Unfortunately, duty calls. Ugh.
“I don’t either,” I reassure him. “I haven’t even been interested in having sex in years, so I’m completely clean.”
Handing him my phone with the contact page open, I add, “I would like to explore this if you are interested?”
A little grin flirts across his lips as he nods, and he quickly inputs his information.
“Yeah, that would be great,” Kevin says, handing me back the phone.
Hitting save, I pocket it and open the door. Glancing out into the hallway, I step outside.
“Then I’ll call you soon,” I say.
As he approaches me, I grab him behind the neck and pull him into one last kiss. Kevin’s hands are fisting my shirt by the time I let him go.
“I’m so fucked,” he whispers.
“You are,” I agree, watching as he walks on unsteady legs away from me.
I have to force myself to keep from racing after him, and find the restroom to clean up before presenting myself to the world as the calm and collected mafia man.