Page 30 of Alpha’s Conquest

Chuckling, he gave me one long, sexy kiss, his hand tightening on my jaw as his cock rammed into my pleasure spot over and over. My legs rose higher, and my toes curled. I was so close, so fucking close. Our eyes locked, his clear and focused, mine hazy with desire as I struggled to not tip over the edge. He hooked his arm around my waist and yanked me off the bed, giving me no choice but to release my hold on the pillows. My hands quickly found his shoulders, and I held him close to my chest, running my hands through his unruly red hair. After being unable to touch him, finally feeling his rough skin under my fingertips was ecstasy itself, and my climax threatened to explode at any second.

“Cum for me,” he growled into my ear, fucking me, wrecking me, his hand taking a firm fistful of my hair. “My pretty omega.”

Yes. I was his pretty omega. I wanted to stay in his arms forever, touching him, holding him, being fucked by him.

His tongue licked a path up my neck, moving closer to the back where I was burning with heat. The touch of his tongue on my pheromone center made everything come crashing down. I came so fucking hard, I drifted out of my body. My cock shot a fountain of cum between our bodies, more than I had ever cum before. Through the endless waves of pleasure, his voice floated over me, seeping into my pores just like his pheromones.

“That’s my good boy.”

Reaching between our bodies, he stroked my cock, making my thighs twitch as more ropes of cum spurted out. I was still cumming, and he drew out every dredge of my orgasm, just to feel me tighten around him with every wave of pleasure.

I buried my head in his shoulder as my body finally calmed down and my cock went soft. “God, that was amazing. I don’t think I’ll walk straight tomorrow.”

He tightened his grip on my hair, and pulled my head back to meet my eyes. “Oh, we’re not finished. Did you think that was it? I haven’t even cum yet, omega.” He shoved me down onto the mattress, staring down at my trembling body as he thrust deep inside me, all the way to the hilt, making me feel every inch of him. “I’m not done with you.”

EIGHTEEN

Casey

Casey

For someone who had gone without sex for twenty years, you’d think it would take Adam a few times to become familiar with the process again, but nope. He rode me hard for hours, long after I thought we would be done. When my cock had released every drop of cum, he kept making me orgasm anyway, feeling the pleasure rush all over my body as he pounded my ass.

I was still a little wobbly three days later, and it was almost impossible to focus on my work when memories from that night kept resurfacing. The way he held me afterwards, going from rough to gentle as soon as he came one last time. The sweet kisses all over my face with his arm tucked firmly around my waist, making sure I couldn’t move away. I trembled all over once we were done, and he never let me go, not even after I calmed down.

When my body finally relaxed, I tipped my head back to stare at him. He was so sexy, and handsome. His face was a work of art. His full red beard, the thick muscles on his neck, and the freckles dotting his skin. I traced the vine tattoo on his neck, twirling my fingertip around his ear piercings. He had an industrial cross bar on the top of his right ear, a small hoop midway down, and a chain that went from his lobe to another hoop halfway up the outer edge. Both the tattoo and the piercings felt delicate against his large body and rugged appearance.

“Enjoying yourself?” His green eyes watched my every movement, a coy smile on his lips.

“Mmhmm. I’ve been wanting to do this since we met. It’s been driving me crazy.” I traced his tattoo again, swirling around the leafy pattern, watching his neck muscles move with every breath. “How old are you?”

“Forty-seven.”

I’d never really thought about his age since he seemed both younger and older than what it actually was. He was twenty-two years older than me. I knew I should balk at such an age gap, but I was well beyond that at this point.

Moving closer, I stuck my tongue out and licked his tattoo all the way up to his ear. His soft moan as I tongued his earrings sent a shiver up my spine.

“If you don’t stop that, I’m going to get hard again.”

I was tempted to ignore him, but we’d already had more rounds of sex than I could count. He fucked me in every position I’d ever heard of, and then some I hadn’t. My cock would be limp for a month from how many times I came. “Let me. Just a little. I’ve been dying to touch you.” My hand glided across his chest, brushing the little red hairs around as I felt the planes of his pecs.

“I let you touch me.”

“And then you kept holding my hands behind my back so I couldn’t do it again.”

“It made you cum harder when you were denied what you wanted.” His hand snaked around my waist and he tightly gripped my ass cheek, squeezing until it hurt. “Don’t pretend with me, omega.”

He was right. It drove me wild having to obey him when I really didn’t want to.

I traced down his stomach, across every bump and valley, swirling his little hairs with my fingertips. “I’m not pretending. You proved your point well enough.”

His eyes turned soft, a vulnerable look shadowing his face. “Did I hurt you?” I shook my head, and he cupped my neck, bringing me closer to rub our noses together. “Did I do anything you didn’t like?” He noticed my quick flinch and gave me a soft kiss on my lips. “Tell me.”

“It’s this.” I put both hands on his chest, caressing him all the way to his nipples. “You can hold my hands away sometimes, but I want to touch you more.”

He growled for me, his chest vibrating under my fingers, and he planted sweet kisses across my cheek, tugging my earlobe between his teeth. “Maybe you could beg for it. How does that sound?”

My loud, thirsty moan was a yes, and his low chuckle made me blush all over. I was hard before I could even stop moaning, my cock throbbing to life between our bellies. How was I still horny? I came so many times already.