Page 10 of Game On

WatchingCherry crawl to me from the bed was amasterpiece.

Softly tousled waves of long dark hair, a bit frizzy from the amount of movement she’d been doing, rolling in bed trying to find relief from her heat’s debilitating pound of need. Her eyes were round and dark, glinting prettily against the soft, warm lights. Lips full and deliciously pink as she approached on hand and knees obediently, her vibrator and dildo in hand as she leaned against the wall, eyes locked on the circular window of the gloryhole opening the wall between us.

Even better than the look of her, though? Thefeel.

My hands found purchase against the cool glass of the mirrored window, balling into a fist as I tried not to come the instant she took me past her plush lips into her warm, wet mouth.

Briefly, I wondered if she’d ever given head before, given her inexperience.

Thinking about it made me shiver, my hips jerking forward on their own to buck into her mouth as she pleasured herself on my instructions.

Virgins had never been my thing, really. I knew some guys fantasized about it—being the first to touch and taste someone, especially an omega—but I’d never really thought about it…

Until now. The idea of being Cherry’s first, of licking that syrupy sweet tang from my fingers before plunging my cock into her slick soaked heat…Fuck, okay Charlie, come on, don’t come…think of something else…

The omega moaned around me, seeming to enjoy my taste as she took more into her mouth, her tongue dragging along the underside of my cock. Her eyes were turned up, as if she was looking right at me, but I knew that wasn’t true. She was looking at herself in the mirror, watching as my length disappeared down her throat, making her gag and whine. The idea was intoxicating.

Absolutely unreal.

“You like watching yourself give head, babygirl?” I asked, hardly recognizing the deep, forceful tone of my voice. The one I’d been using from the moment I began speaking to her. “Sucking any strange alpha through a wall, you’re such a needy little slut, aren’t you?”

The words felt… unnatural coming from my mouth, and even stranger to my ears—like it was someone else speaking to the woman humming around my shaft.

I supposed itwassomeone else. At the very least I knew this wasn’t me, not really. It was me pretending to be the alpha this omega needed. And I’d seen it emulated enough by Cameo and the other alphas I hung out with—or knew through here. It was all about the tone, the words you used.

The confidence.

One of our investors had a…verysubmissive omega he tended to while we were in our meeting. Though they both showed up in a professional capacity, it was obvious any direct command he gave was followed, and any time his omega did something that pleased him, he would tap her on the back of the hand, as if saying “good job” silently. It was a strange sight at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I sort of…likedit.

I wasn’t sure if I was the kind of alpha who could justmakean omega submit to me like that. I tended to prefer to come from a place of tenderness with my care.

My brothers joked when we were growing up that I was a beta in an alpha’s body. I thought maybe someday I’d outgrow it, second puberty would hit and the so-called built in confidence of an alpha would find me, but it never did.

I’d stopped arguing with them that they were wrong ages ago.

But this was my chance to prove that wasn’t the case, prove I could be the alpha Ishouldbe. Give this omega exactly what she needed, like Cameo said.

I pushed forward more, testing the waters a bit. If I wasn’t sure this was a two way mirror, I would think she was looking right at me. Tears began to gather and fall at the corners of her eyes as she took me to the back of her throat.

I pulled back so only the tip was left inside of her and thrust back in. She didn’t move, just letting me fuck in and out of her mouth at my pace, letting me take control.

I took the opportunity for what it was and did as I pleased.

She gagged as I pushed deeper down her throat each time, drool pooling at the corner of her mouth. A string of it connected her lips to my cock even as I pulled away; it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life, and I had to fight not to splatter her pretty face and tattooed chest with my cum.

“Do you like that babygirl?” I asked, the words flowing from me easily as I rammed back into her. “Like when I use you?”

She moaned incoherently, but didn’t pull away. I wished I could grab her hair, sink my fingers into the silky strands and really have full control, but this was enough for now. If anything, her willingness only made me want her more.

Cherry’s long lashes were coated in silvery tears as she looked up at me, riding her dildo with renewed desperation that warned me she was going to come again.

A slowly spreading puddle of slick was forming below her, collecting on the tile.

I would’ve given anything to lick it up.

“God you’re beautiful,” I mumbled. I realized I didn’t put on the voice I had before, but I decided I didn’t care. It didn’t take away from the experience for me to tell her the facts.

She was beautiful. Grass is green. Water is wet.

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