Page 20 of Pumpkin Patch Cutie
The slide of Scott’s hard cock against my own under the water was delicious torture. I wanted to do everything with him, but my alpha side was insistent that I claim him.
I grabbed the soap and a washcloth in an attempt to distract myself from my growing need. But my cock was on the edge as soon as I started to lather him up. Just touching him was enough to send a jolt of pure need through me.
I finished with his front and had him turn so that I could get his back, hoping that the change of scenery would help. It did, until I knelt to scrub his legs, and found myself staring at his perfect ass.
Rivulets of water coursed down the smooth skin, washing away the soap, and I groaned as the musk of his arousal hit me. I leaned in and ran my nose along the cleft of his ass.
It was too much. I couldn’t hold back as I spread his cheeks and tasted his slick.
Scott gasped, then whimpered as he pressed back against my face.
I growled as I started licking his entrance, devouring the honey gathered there.
“Alpha…” he moaned.
His noises of pleasure were as delicious to my ears as his slick was on my tongue. I redoubled my efforts in my desperation for more of both.
I alternated licking the rim, feeling him shudder as I teased the nerves, and slowly opening him with my tongue as I delved deeper to experience more of him. Soon he was rocking against my face, fucking himself on my tongue.
“Dom!” he yelled, stiffening as he came.
I groaned, imagining the feel of him tightening around my cock, and somehow kept from blowing my load on the shower floor.
I needed every drop to be inside him, marking him and taking root.
He slumped against the shower wall, and I supported his legs under he seemed able to stand. Then I quickly finished rinsing us both.
I only took enough time drying us to ensure that we weren’t dripping water across the floor. Then I picked up my gorgeous mate and carried him to the bed.
Scott smiled at me as I climbed onto the bed and kissed him, pressing him into the mattress.
This beautiful man was mine, and I knew I’d never get enough of him. I’d happily spend the rest of my days proving to him that I was worthy of his attention.
I gasped when Scott wrapped his fingers around my cock and started stroking it.
“Please,” he whined. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”
“I’m not going to last long,” I breathed, forcing myself to not come on his hand. “I want to make this good for you.”
He let out a breathy laugh. “It’s already been amazing, and I’m gonna have to tap out if we go much longer without you knotting me.”
I groaned, then kissed him again before giving him room to turn over. Finally he was spread before me, thighs parted in invitation. I knelt between his legs and leaned in, slowly sliding my cock into his heat.
Scott moaned as he opened around me, shifting to take me easier and deeper. Soon I was fully sheathed in him and had to stop to adjust.
“So good…” he whimpered.
“So are you,” I growled, leaning in to nip at his shoulders.
“Don’t stop,” he begged, reminding me of what he’d asked earlier. “I want it all.”
“Me too,” I replied as I started thrusting with long strokes.
I tried to set a slow pace, to bring him up to another orgasm slowly, but Scott almost immediately made his desires clear by thrusting back against me.
I pressed my forehead to his shoulders and followed his lead, fucking him hard and fast.
He begged for more, harder, faster. He cried my name in pleasure every time I bottomed out, and the encouragement only spurred me on.
