Page 43 of Welcome to Bone Town

His enthusiastic consent drives me to slap harder. He lets out a beautiful moan.

“You’ve always been a good boy, haven’t you, Archer Hale? Smart, careful, always doing what you’re told. But I bet you’ve secretly wanted to throw off all that restriction, free yourself from all those expectations and rules, and do somethingbad.” I press so hard against him he almost loses his grip on the doorframe, but he doesn’t let go. “You want to be naughty for me, baby? Be my dirty fucking boy?”

“Y-yes,” he moans.

“Look at you with your pants around your ankles, ass out, begging for it right here in the middle of Lunara’stemple.” I drop one hand to tightly squeeze the ass cheek I just reddened. “How bad do you want my thick cock inside you?”

“So bad.” His groan is low and barely audible.

I spank him. “I can’t hear you.”

“So bad,” he repeats. “I want your cock so bad, I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t get it. Please, alpha, give it to me.”

“That’s better.” Ducking under his arm, I come around in front of him. Like the good boy he is, he doesn’t move a muscle, staying stretched in the doorway exactly like I told him to. I suspected from our few interactions that Archer would submit beautifully, I just didn’t anticipate how much I would enjoy it. This type of play isn’t new to me, but none of my previous partners have affected me like this.

Licking my lips, I take in the erotic sight of him. Then I lower to my knees.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Torturing you.” I lick a slow line up the underside of his cock with the very tip of my tongue.

“This doesn’t feel like torture.” He juts his hips forward.

I chuckle. “It will.”

He sucks in a breath as I wrap my lips all the way around his cock. Fuck, he tastes good. Like late summer nights, sipping tea and sucking raspberries off sticky fingers.

“Mine,” I growl, taking him deep, working him until his muscles tense and he’s right on the edge.

Then I stop. Popping off his cock to stall his pleasure.

“Noooo,” he moans.

“I’m supposed to be punishing you for being so reckless, remember?” I softly stroke the inside of his thigh.

He squirms, jerking toward my closed lips. Precum drips from the tip of his cock, weeping for me so beautifully. I turn my head away to drag my teeth along the skin I was just caressing.

“Please, alpha. I’ll never do it again. I’ll be careful. So,socareful.” Fuck, it’s so hot to hear him beg.

“Oh, I know.” I grip his base and swirl my tongue around the head. “Because I’m going to show you how much you have to live for. Color, Archer?”

“G-green. Gre—mmph,” he groans as I take him so deep my nose hits his abs. One hand drops to grab my hair, and I let him get away with it for one deep suck before I remove my mouth and growl up at him. “Hands. On the doorframe.” He swiftly obeys. “Such a good boy.”

I tease and enjoy him until he’s a whimpering, begging mess. Taking him right to the edge over and over again without letting him tip into ecstasy. I may have been doing this to torture him, but now I’m the one being tortured. My cock throbbing, my skin tight and tingling, I pull off and kiss my way up his body.

He’s fucking wrecked. Teeth marks mar his arm where he bit the flesh to keep from screaming out. His glasses are smudged and lopsided. His jeans around his ankles, his dirty shirt rucked up his hips. He looks vulnerable and delicious.

I kiss him hard, sucking his bottom lip the way I did his cock as I undo my cargo pants enough to free myself, taking both our lengths in hand. His spit-slicked cock inharsh juxtaposition to my untouched shaft as I shuttle my hand up and down our lengths, squeezing them together.

“Please. I want you to fuck me,” he begs.

“I don’t have what we need for that, baby.” Even as I say it, I think of the sweet little omega back at the pools. Would she make enough slick for me to get Archer good and lubed for my cock? Would seeing us like this make her drip?

“Fuuuck.” I jerk harder, working us both into a frenzy of lips and limbs and grunts.

Only a few more strokes and Archer comes. My balls tighten, and I follow him over the edge. The sensation nearly knocks me over, limbs spasming, then turning to jelly. I knew it’d be good, but that was…wow.

Hot cum soaks our shirts, evidence of our pleasure combining to plaster the cotton to our abs. The aroma of green tea melds with black pepper, raspberries complement sweet honey. A perfect blend.

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