Page 57 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

I cupped her face and kissed her pretty, sweet lips. “Beg,” I said.

“Please, please, may I suck your cock, alpha?”

“You promise to do a good job, omega?” I was teasing her.

“If I don’t, you can teach me what you like,” she said, simpering.

I kissed her again, harder.

“You’re leaking,” she whispered, rubbing the liquid that had come out of me over the head of my cock.

“You don’t know about pre-come, omega?” I whispered. On second thought, having her innocent like this… it was not bad, not at all. It was hot, anyway, even if it wasn’t entirely fair to her. I’d have to rectify the unfairness of it, I supposed, to make up for having taken advantage.

“Oh, no, I do, I just…” She blushed.

I kissed her again.

“It’s a lot,” she whispered against my lips. “I want to taste it.”

“Well,” I said, “I guess I’ll let you lick me there. I guess.”

She giggled again, and ducked her head down and then I felt the sweet, wet warmth of her tongue lapping me, and then she sucked the head of me into her mouth. I sighed, gently touching her face, brushing her hair out of the way, so that I could watch her there.

Wow, she looked very good with her mouth on me.

It wasn’t going to take me very long.

I toyed with her earlobe. “You look so pretty with your mouth full of my cock, omega.”

She moaned, taking me deeper, all the way to my knot.

I felt the head of my cock brush the back of her throat.

She moved off, her eyes bright.

“Shh,” I said brushing at the wetness at her eyes. “You don’t have to gag yourself, omega, but we can train your throat sometime later if you like.”

She impaled herself on my cock, all the way down her throat, her lips going halfway down my knot.

I grunted.

She gagged.

It milked the head of my cock.

I spurted into her, thrusting at the same time, which was probably a shit thing to do, but she was moving up off of me, lapping at everything that was coming out of me, moaning about the taste.

I came like crazy, possibly because when there’s a pretty girl in your lap going on about how good it tastes to drink your come, it’s, you know, hot, and she used her clever little tongue to lick me clean, getting every last drop of it.

And right after, just like she’d indicated, she climbed up, straddling me, and tucked my cock into the wet wondrousness of her pussy.

I slid up until I felt the resistance where my knot didn’t quite fit.

She threw back her head. “Knot me, knot me, please.”

I rocked against her, her pussy doing tiny little squeezes on my cock as if it wanted to suck it up in there. It seemed practically impossible as I pushed my knot against the ring of her pussy. How had this fit before? I’d just shoved it in there, hadn’t I, sure it would work. “Did I hurt you before?”

“Hurt me, want it, please,” she panted, bouncing up and down on my cock.

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