Page 63 of His Secret Betrayal
I bite down on my lip and whine, the praise making my body buzz with bliss. Seconds later, a warm, wet mouth envelopes the crown of my cock, and I jerk with a cry as pleasure ripples through me. Two strong arms pin my hips down, their tongue tracing light, teasing strokes around my cockhead before withdrawing.
“Shhh, you only get to come if you stay nice and quiet for me,” the voice warns.
I cut off the whimper building in my throat because I want to come. More hushed praises are whispered, sending chills down my spine, and I begin rocking my hips. I hiss quietly, clamping my lips together when a tongue lightly traces my length from base to root.
Didn’t Alek say he was going to wake me up with his hands and tongue?
“Alek?” I moan, reaching for the warm body. My hand lands on a firm, muscled back with patchy skin, and I run my palm down the expanse of rippling muscles.
Some of the sleepy fog of my brain starts to dissipate, but my heavy eyelids remain firmly shut as Alek hums in approval before sliding my cock into his mouth. He begins sucking, his hand gently tugging on my balls as his tongue runs along the length of a rather prominent vein.Then his finger is running along my taint, before swirling around my hole. I gasp, my body jerking at the sensation of cold lube dripping onto my sensitive skin.
“You have to wake up if you want my cock,” Alek croons.
A muffled protest rumbles from my throat, because I don’t want to wake up. I don’t want these delicious sensations to end, I want him to stretch me with his fingers and then peg my prostate with that thick cock.
“Want it,” I murmur groggily.
A finger circles my hole before slipping inside to the knuckle, and I almost forget to be quiet. It pumps in and out as Alek leaves little bites along my hips. A second finger joins, stretching me, and then a third. My balls are throbbing now, and his fingers aren’t enough.
“Want your cock,” I croak.
“Then open those beautiful eyes, and beg for it,” he demands breathlessly.
My heavy eyelids flicker open, and I blink furiously to clear the crusty sensation. Peering down my body, Alek’s eyelids are drooping, his eyes dilated as he licks his lips. He watches me hungrily, his eyes zoning in on the rhythmic pumping of his fingers before flicking up to my face. He’s completely naked, that glorious body on display for me.
“Please,” I gasp. “Need it.”
I’m not sure exactly how long he’s been working me over like this, but I’m already on the edge and the sight of his hips grinding into the bed isn’t helping.
“Are you going to be good and quiet for me?” Alek hums, leaning over me to brush our lips together. “I’ll be very upset if you wake up our houseguest. I don’t want anybody but me hearing these sweet little whines.”
Probably not.
“I’ll be so quiet,” I promise breathlessly.
Alek gives me a skeptical look, his eyes twinkling in the darkness, but he moves back down my body before pushing my legs up, the pressure on my thighs bending me nearly in half and exposing me even more, making my cock drool onto my stomach. “Hold yourself open, just like this.”
Panting, my cock throbbing, I do as he says. He lines his cockhead up to my hole, already sheathed in a condom, before he begins pushing inside. I grunt at the pressure, the odd sensation of being split open a welcome pressure even though my muscles still instinctually tighten against the invasion.
“You’re doing so good,” he croons, walking me through it as always, his words relaxing me and sending me into that blissful, hazy euphoria I’ve come to crave. The entire time he’s speaking, his hands are stroking my hard length.
“You—it’s so thick,” I gasp.
“But you’re going to be good and take every inch, aren’t you?”
I whine in response, bucking my hips to take a little more. A thrill runs through me when Alek groans, his lips falling open as he braces himself. He looks like he’s barely holding on, barely stopping himself from thrusting all the way inside. He’s always so gentle when he first enters me, and I appreciate that. There’s something about the care he takes with me that makes me want to melt like hot butter.
But I know as soon as he’s seated inside, he’ll fuck me into the mattress. Hard and fast, just the way we both crave it.
We both moan when his hips meet mine, my ass stretched around his thick girth disappearing inside me. Peering down at our joined bodies, our breaths mingling together, I whine at the obscene sight wemake, my hands still clasped onto my thighs as I hold myself open to him.
“Don’t be gentle,” I plead. “Fuck me like you own it.”
He barks out a surprised grunt, his hips pulling back and snapping forward in a brutal thrust. Throwing my head back, I cry out at the pleasure rippling through my body as he begins moving. I bite my lips as his hips push back and forth in rapid succession, our skin slapping together every time he snaps back, each movement jostling my cock.
“Such a brat,” he taunts. “Maybe I should just use this pretty hole. I could make you take it, fill you up, and leave you aching. You would let me, wouldn’t you, baby?”
His threat short-circuits my brain, fire racing through my bloodstream as heat settles in my groin. That foggy haze permeates my consciousness, taking over as my fingers dig into my thighs, his hips continuing to piston. When his cock begins to brush against my prostate, heightening my ecstasy to a mind-numbing bliss, he curses softly and places a hand over my mouth. I babble under his palm, the sound muffled.
