Page 29 of Alpha’s Conquest

I understood his meaning without him having to say it. My son never did this for Casey. “Then he’s a fool.” I took Casey’s full length into my mouth, moaning when he hit the back of my throat. I was going to suck the life out of my omega before I fucked him, and he would enjoy every second of it.

SEVENTEEN

Casey

Casey

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting when I came here. Throwing me against the wall. Fucking me until I passed out. Railing me so hard, I’d hobble for a week. But deep throating my cock after establishing trust with a safe word was… unexpected. If anything, this slow and careful approach was driving me insane, and I almost lowered my hands just to beg him to fuck me.

His mouth was so warm, and the way he caressed me with his tongue made my thighs shake. This is what Alphas felt whenever we went down on them. I could see why they always asked for it. If this was my one chance to experience such delicious pleasure, I wanted to savor every second while it lasted, but it felt so good, I was about to explode. Just thinking about cumming in his mouth was making it worse.

I gently thrusted between his lips, matching his rhythm as much as he would let me. Every time I got too eager, he pulled away, giving me long, tantalizing licks before sucking me back into his mouth. After what felt like an hour, but it was probably only ten minutes, my entire body trembled whenever my cock left his mouth. I tried to speak and just whined long and low as he gave my cock one long, satisfying lick. “Are you edging me?”

“Just this once. I wanted you to enjoy this.”

Enjoy it before he never did it again, I’d guess. I wanted to ask if that’s what he meant, but my hips lifted off the bed when his fingers swirled around my asshole. He teased it more than he had my cock, touching only the edges where I was soaking wet. He coated his hand with slick before pushing two fingers inside me and sucked my cock inside his mouth at the same moment.

His fingers and mouth went at me at the same time, fucking me from both sides. The wet heat of his mouth was pushing me over the edge, but then he pressed a spot inside me that made me thrust deep between his lips. My hands almost left the pillow to keep him there, right there. I was skirting the edge, about to tip into the abyss. My legs lifted off the bed, my toes curling, his fingers fucking me so good, so fast.

Gasping and moaning, my head twisted from side to side, the pleasure rising so high, it was about to explode. He pulled his mouth away, and I screamed out a desperate moan, pulling my legs around his shoulders so he wouldn’t move.

“No.” My cock slipped out of his mouth, and I grunted with disappointment, every inch of me trembling as my orgasm started slipping away.

“You’ve been moaning this whole time, but your mouth still doesn’t know how to behave.”

I went red all over, a rush of pleasure coming over me before I said the words. “Please. Please, Sir. Please let me cum.”

“Better,” he growled, giving my tip one long lick before he swallowed me whole, and fucked me harder and harder until I came, shooting my cum into his mouth. The pleasure after having to wait for so long made my climax so intense, I was still shaking after he pulled away. His body covered mine, and his hands slid over mine, loosening my tight grip on the pillow. He gently kissed my forehead, my cheek, my lips, his earthy pheromones soothing me even as I shook uncontrollably. “Open your eyes.” I struggled to obey at first with the remnants of my orgasm still rushing over me. When I finally got them open, he was staring right into my eyes, those green orbs watching me as I trembled underneath him. “I’m going to fuck you now. I don’t think I can be gentle, especially after that.”

I hooked my legs around his waist, my hands still clutching the pillow. “Good.”

Locking eyes with me, he took my thighs in his hands and held me still as he lifted my hips just enough to shove his entire cock inside me. Fuck. He felt so fucking good. The moan I let out was almost embarrassing, but his responding growl of delight removed all my shame.

He watched me writhe and moan as he fucked me, drinking in my desire with his eyes, as if he was getting off on watching me enjoy myself. “You feel so damn good, omega. I missed you.” He missed me? We barely knew each other. He chuckled when he saw my confusion, and fucked me hard until it faded away. “I missed hearing your voice. Feeling you around my cock. Seeing you gasp for me. I missed it all.”

The way he talked about me… I’d never heard an Alpha say things like that. Not even Marshall spoke that way.

Adam leaned over my trembling body, planting gentle kisses across my chest, his cock absolutely destroying my ass. “I love the way you feel. The way you get so damn tight when I watch your face. Your scent when you get turned on by me. This does it for you, doesn’t it? Me talking to you as I fuck you.” He was right. My pheromones went crazy every time he said something dirty.

Straightening, he kept fucking me, his green eyes never leaving my face. His stomach rippled with each thrust, every muscle contracting and flexing. He was so fucking sexy. Those thick but soft muscles. The red hairs that covered his chest, trailing all the way down to his cock. The myriad of freckles that covered his skin. I wanted to touch every inch of him, to lick all the freckles on his chest and taste him on my tongue. But I was still obeying him and holding the pillow, gripping it so tight, I was going to crack my nails. What would he do if I disobeyed and lowered my hands?

“You’re getting so tight, omega, I almost can’t push back inside. Relax, Casey.” His pheromones poured out, and I went limp from how strong they were. The only thing hotter than seeing his eyes trained on my every moan was using his pheromones to make me submit. “You like it when I do that, don’t you?”

I nodded with a little whine, my eyebrows knitting together as I tried to keep my hands above my head. The need to touch him, to hold him close as I exploded, was all I could think about. “I want…”

His eyes lit up as he fucked me harder, deeper, biting his lip as he watched me toss my head back in pleasure. “What do you want?”

I could barely speak, hardly think. With an orgasm building in my lower belly, I was getting closer to insanity again, and all I wanted was to hold him in my arms. His slight eyebrow raise reminded me I could say something and he would stop teasing me. But I didn’t want him to stop. “I want to touch you, Sir.”

“Not yet.”

I whined in complaint and he went so hard and deep, smirking down at me as he did. God, that was doing it for me. I wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer. He was hitting all the right spots and driving me absolutely wild.

“What if I lower my hands? How will you punish me?”

Oh, he liked me sassing him. His smirk grew and he rammed into me, a pleased growl rumbling his chest. “You want to find out?” As much as I enjoyed pushing his buttons, I liked pleasing him more. I tightened my hands on the pillow, maintaining eye contact as I did. I’d obey his orders, even if I didn’t want to. He slid his hand down my face, taking a gentle but firm grip on my jaw, holding me still so he could lean down and deeply kiss my lips mid-thrust. His tongue lingered on my lips, in my mouth, as if he was savoring me, savoring the taste of my kiss. “If you touch me right now, I’m going to lose my damn mind.”

“Good.”