Page 20 of The Coveted Beta

I think this is more than a little fuss. I think this is a monstrous strain for the poor beta to take, yet nature has a way, and I feel her softening around me in between the fierce clamping as her body tries to adjust.

I begin to thrust, slow, steady, working deeper, and as I do, I kiss her again, my lips whispering over hers before trailing kisses across her cheek and down the side of her throat. My teeth graze the sensitive skin at the juncture of her shoulder and throat.

My mouth waters with the need to bite, to mark her, and I’m quickly teetering on the brink of madness as I go deeper. Her body trembles under me even as her arms lift to wrap around my neck, and she pulls me in for another kiss.

My hand goes to one tit, squeezing the plump flesh and pinching over her nipple to distract her from what I do. As we kiss, I get deeper still until I’m buried inside her hot, slick channel all the way to the knot. I hold there, letting her get used to the invasion, and all the while, she pulses around me, fidgeting.

“Oh, please move,” she says. “Please.”

My lips tug up against her throat, and I nip against the flesh; she shudders under me. “I’m going to fuck you now, Clara. This might get a little intense.”

I rise up above her. Close the fingers of my right hand around her throat again and take a moment to revel in the stunning image she presents. I keep my touch on her throat light. I don’t want to frighten her. But I want her to feel possessed.

“Look at that,” I say. “Look at how you must stretch around me.”

She glances down briefly before she closes her eyes and groans. “Oh, please move, please.”

I do, slow at first, her pussy clamping over me with every outward pull and forced to yield as I thrust in again. Her hot flesh sucks on me, wet and slippery, like a perfect glove caressing my length.

My cock is leaking pre-cum like a tap, and it facilitates my gentle rutting as delicious wet slapping sounds fill the air. “You were made to take an alpha’s cock.” I don’t even stop to think about the filthy words that pour from my lips. The truth is I believe this. I believe in some parallel universe that this woman was destined to be mine.

I blink, trying to regain my equilibrium, to detach myself from what I do, and then I look down at the place where we connect, and a growl escapes my tight control, shifting to a deep, rumbly half-purr of absolute delight and approval.

“God, you are so beautiful. Look at you. Look at how well you take me. I’m so proud of you, Clara. So proud of you for doing this.”

I hear a faint moan again from the other side of the room. I realize that this is what Alex wants. He loves and adores his wife. I need to remind myself that he is not giving her to me. He is merely getting off on the fact that I want her, too. “So fucking beautiful, so fucking perfect. And these tits.”

They sway as I begin to slam into her with more vigor, bouncing around in the most arresting way. Her face is flushed, and her pretty blue eyes are glassy and barely open.

“Are you going to come for me? Are you going to come all over my cock?” My hand reaches down, my thumb finding the slippery nub of her clit. I watch her expression as I rub over it without mercy, sliding my thumb back and forth, watching the rapture contort her face. “Come for me, woman, come for me now.”

Her body turns rigid. Her breath stutters and locks. Then her pussy falls into sweet clenching contractions.

Sweat springs from every pore in my body, and a tell-tale tingle kicks off at the base of my spine. I want to get my fucking knot in, but there is no fucking way. Yet my body reacts of its own accord. My hips pound against hers, the faint swelling of the knot pressing a small way past the slippery entrance as she continues to thrash and come.

I squeeze my fingers over her throat to hold her still, and that sends her absolutely wild.

My hips jackknife, my heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might pound right out of my chest. My mind whites out a little. The feeling of a tight pussy clamping over me all the way to the root has me blinking sweat from my eyes.

“Fuck!”

Alex’s hoarse cry from the other side of the room barely penetrates the white-hot rapture coursing through me. I don’t move inside her, although the desire to do so is a maddening imperative. I fight it. I don’t need to fuck into her for my knot to bloom, just being inside her is enough to tip me over the edge. And it is inside her—nestled right where it was meant to be.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she moans. “It’s too much. Please!”

Except she’s coming again, so I don’t do the gentlemanly thing and pull out. No, I pin her still and make her endure, and all the while, I feel my knot flooding with blood, blooming.

Filling.

Stretching.

“Take it,” I growl.

My climax is inevitable. I don’t know how I’ve staved it off this long. I feel like cum explodes from my cock. The rush gives me a full-body shudder. My hips jerk erratically, the slight rocking motion of my knot within her tight passage is a torturous kind of pleasure as I dump more cum at the entrance of her womb.

I lean down and kiss her. She’s limp. Insensible. A creature of instincts as she writhes upon my knot.

I should have pulled out, come on her belly or tits, on the bed, fucking anywhere. We discussed parameters. We did not discuss where I might come.

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