Page 62 of Tinsel Time Treasure
Justin responded by wrapping his arms around my neck, and his legs around my waist, allowing me even deeper. “Alpha… please…”
I chuckled, skirting my teeth over the shell of his ear. “Patience, omega-mine. I want to make love to my new mate before fucking a baby into him.”
He moaned in response. “Say it again…”
I blinked, then smiled. “Omega-mine,” I breathed in his ear.
He whimpered. “Yes… Yours…”
I set a slow pace, sliding in and out of his heat in long languid strokes. We’d never have another first time, so I wanted him to remember the night as one where his new alpha took care to make him come over and over.
If he could walk right the next morning, I wouldn’t have done my job properly.
I admired the love bites that now adorned my mate’s chest, then kissed up his jaw, loving the way his beard felt against my lips, and captured his mouth. Our tongues slid against one another—one more point of pleasure for him as he dug his fingernails into my back, and tried to rut his cock against my middle again.
Justin broke the kiss. “Alpha… close…”
“Don’t hold back,” I replied. “I want to watch you come.”
He groaned, and I shifted to slide one hand between us. I teased my fingers over the head of his cock, spreading his precum around, before wrapping my hand around it and stroking it to the same pace as my thrusts.
“Oh fuck… oh fuck…” he panted. “I…”
“Let me feel your pleasure,” I demanded. “Then I’ll turn you over so I can knot and bond you.”
“Max!” Justin cried as his entire body tensed with his orgasm, his cock spurting between us.
“That’s right,” I growled as I continued thrusting. “You’re fucking beautiful when you come.”
It took all of my willpower to keep from spilling as he pulsed around me. But I was going to do it right—the first time I came in him would be when I knotted.
Eventually his orgasm tapered off, and we exchanged soft kisses for a minute before I pulled out. I wondered if he needed a moment, but he turned over immediately, lifting his hips in an obvious request for more.
My cock ached to return to his warmth, to be buried inside him until we were locked together—my seed taking root for the first time.
I could already imagine him round with our baby—the way his personality would make him glow even more. I needed to see it.
“You ready?” I asked, draping myself over his back and rubbing my cock along his crack.
“Please alpha,” he begged. “Need it.”
“Hard and fast ok?”
He nodded, rolling his ass against me.
“Gonna make you mine,” I growled in his ear. “Fill you up and give you my mark.”
“Yes, please,” he begged.
“Make you nice and round…”
Justin moaned, pressing against me.
I chuckled and kissed his shoulder, then I knelt between his legs and guided my cock to his waiting hole, taking him again in a single stroke.
“Alpha!”
Being inside him again was too much, and I was already too close. My fingers dug into his hips, holding him so that I could piston my cock as hard as I needed.
