Page 67 of Alpha & Omega

I grabbed his shoulder and flipped him around to face me, then pushed him back until he was sitting on the edge of the desk. My hand sat on his chest, and I eased him back. “I want to watch you get wrecked.”

Kingston smirked. “Now we’re talking.”

He grabbed the backs of his thighs and spread himself for me. I lined the tip of my dick up with his hole and eased myself inside.

Kingston nibbled on his bottom lip as he breathed through the stretch and bore down.

“You good?” I asked.

“Yes… go.”

That was my green light.

I pulled out and sunk back in, loving his smooth, tight heat wrapped around me.

“Chef… You’re holding back.”

I huffed a laugh, pulled out again, and as I gripped his legs, looking down at my cock, stretching his sexy hole, I slammed back in. Then I did it again, faster and harder. The desk legs scraped on the tile floor entirely too loudly, but that didn’t stop us.

Soon, my body tingled with the promise of an orgasm, the pressure building around my nuts and groin, all my previous pain temporarily forgotten.

I leaned over Kingston, practically folding his legs in half to give him a quick and panty kiss before standing straight and pumping hard into him again.

I watched his gorgeous face, covered in blond scruff, darker than his hair, his turquoise eyes never leaving mine. He parted his full lips, breathing heavily. He was stunning, and he was fucking mine—all mine. And I loved him.

God, I was so close already. I shut my eyes to feel everything when someone suddenly pounded on the door.

“Alpha?” asked a tentative voice on the other side of the door. I froze, my cock itching and throbbing, desperate for a release.

“Dammit, it’s Pippin,” Kingston whispered.

“So, what do we do?”

Shit, I hope we didn’t have to stop. I barely held it back as it was.

Kingston’s smile turned crooked, and his brow rose. “Keep fucking me; what else?”

I grinned back as I eased out of him and pushed back in, careful not to move the desk around again.

Suddenly, someone rattled the doorknob. “Alpha! Are you and Harley fucking in there?”

I snorted a laugh as Kingston cursed.

“Go the fuck away, Stix! I’ll be out in a minute.”

“They’re fucking,” Stix said to someone I assumed was Pippin. Then it grew quiet.

“Nosy busybodies,” he grumbled. “Now where were we?”

“Stroke yourself, Skaterboy,” I said. “I’m so damn close.”

Despite what I said, I couldn’t wait for him. My balls were so high and tight. It took only a couple more thrusts before I was coming inside him. I gripped his legs, fingers digging into muscle as I threw my head back. “Fuckme…”

My body shuddered, and I thrust faster and faster until I had nothing left to squeeze out of me.

With heaving breaths, I watched Kingston rapidly stroke himself, twisting his hand until jets of cum shot out of him, painting his hand, abs, and chest.

He sucked his lips into his mouth to silence his groans before his body fell limply.

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