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I needed more. I was already so close. Tears hovered in the corners of my eyes. "Please."

He curled his fingers into my prostate and my cock jumped again, spraying more precome everywhere and making us both laugh. Connor's gaze turned serious. He circled his fingers again, gathering more slick, and then he pulled them out.

I watched his every move as he coated his thick cock with my slick and scooted forward on his knees, positioning himself at my entrance. "You ready?"

I wanted to shout something clever, like, "Get in me," but all that came out was a squeaky, "Yes!"

Connor hooked one of my knees over his elbow and placed my opposite heel on his shoulder. Then, he leaned forward,spreading my legs wide while his cock slid inside me. I'd never been opened like that before. His huge cock still burned, but the pleasure followed close behind, making me weep for real.

Instead of the punishing pace I'd expected from an alpha, Connor took his time, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back into me slowly. His cock dragged against my prostate, igniting sparks at the base of my spine. He readjusted my legs so he could lean over me, trapping my cock between my body and his washboard abs. He was my first partner with any abs to speak of. The friction on my leaking cock was glorious.

He leaned down to seal our mouths together in a slow, sensuous kiss that set every nerve ending in my body to buzzing. I whimpered into his mouth as the need built to a crescendo unlike any I'd experienced.

Connor broke the kiss with a harsh pant and reached between us, tugging on my cock with his thick fingers. I came hard, my vision going white around the edges while Connor prolonged my orgasm with gentle nibbles and licks along my throat.

He grunted and froze above me, and I swore I could feel his seed spreading inside me, filling my channel and making me whole.

That sensation spread. Connor's knot stretched me so well, pushing my slick into overdrive. It once again dripped down my crack and onto the comforter we hadn't bothered to pull off the bed.

"Your knot is huge!" I rocked myself against him, experiencing a pleasure I'd never known. I'd had prostate orgasms before, but not like this. My cock rebounded immediately, and the rocking sensation quickly built to a second orgasm that dribbled out of me without a touch to my cock.

Connor plastered his cheek to the side of my neck as he rutted into me, finding his second release while I was still in the throes of mine.

"Wow," he whispered once we finally caught our breath and his knot shrank enough for him to pull out. "That was better than I'd ever imagined."

I wanted to tease him, but I agreed. All sex I'd had before was merely the practice before the big game.

"Is it like that every time?" I asked.

His adorable smirk was back. "Dunno. Wanna find out?"

Fuck yes, I did. But first, "We should probably rinse off and get some sleep." I had to work tomorrow, after all, and it was already well past eleven.

"I know how I'm waking you up tomorrow," he said.

The morning sex, nothing more than frotting until we both came all over Connor's abs, was just as good.

When I got home from work, I discovered Connor had done all my laundry. Somehow, he'd saved the shirt I'd ruined in the airport bathroom. Then, he'd gone grocery shopping at the corner market and baked cookies for an after-work snack.

The sex afterward was fantastic. Having a stay-at-home alpha to take care of me was better than anything I'd imagined.

18

CONNOR

I'd been workingmy ass off since I was eighteen. Surely, I had some employable skills. Ben doctored my resume to list my areas of expertise instead of my work history, but it seemed shady, especially when interviewers asked about my former employers before they launched into their questions. They were always interested in the start-up Hank and I had sold, but when I told them about cryptocurrency and NFTs, their optimism waned.

"You've said enough," one business owner told me, tapping her legal pad with her pen. "Stop wasting our time."

March became April, and then a month had passed with no success. Ben's pops even offered to help during the Sunday dinner that marked one month since I'd moved to Laguna Niguel.

"It's my work history," I confessed.

"Take me through it." He patted the chair beside him after the rest of his children and grandchildren had gone outside to enjoy the beautiful afternoon.

I didn't even get to the crypto wallets. He recognized the name of our start-up. Their bank used the software I created for their employee wellness program.

"Do you still know the code for it?" Pops asked. "Our lead developer broke a feature two months ago, and it's still broken."

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