Page 87 of Sugar Rush
“I won’t,” I promised. “I know.”
“So tell me,” he ordered, with one final spank. The impact pushed a sob from my throat, and I couldn’t stop quivering in his lap. Not because it hurt. The pain was barely there, like an afterthought to all the other sensations thrashing inside me. “Who does your ass belong to?”
“You,” I answered instantly, panting. “All of me belongs to you.”
“Since the day I spread your legs on the beach?”
“Since way before that,” I replied, and the tight grip he had on my ass and neck suddenly gentled. Just a little.
He stroked his fingers over my hole again, this time, scooping up my slick and rubbing it over my stinging, pulsing cheeks in little circles. The additional stimulation had me ready to beg him to stop. Or keep going. I wasn’t sure.
“Your pretty little hole’s trying to suck my fingers in,” he remarked, the amused tone in his voice as he dipped a fingertipinto my pulsing, throbbing rim, intensifying my embarrassment to a level I didn’t think was possible. Saliva flooded my mouth even as I squirmed under his teasing little touches.
When he shifted, carefully lifting me up off his lap, I went limp like a doll and let him put me where he wanted. On my knees on the floor in front of him, I stared up into his face, shivering and waiting for his next command.
Whatever he wanted, I would do it. My insides were aching with needs that I was desperate to meet, and not just that I needed to come. I had to show him how devoted I was to him, and that he had absolutely nothing to worry about, ever. I would never feel even the slightest bit of temptation to do anything to betray our bond.
When he unzipped and nudged his pants and boxers down his legs, stepping out of them and sitting in front of me again, I leaned forward to take his hard cock in my mouth. He stopped me, gripping my chin and tightening his fingers on my jaw to hold me in place.
“Stick your tongue out,” he ordered. “Keep it there. And don’t suck until I say you can.”
I did as he said, whimpering when he guided his cock to my mouth, pressing his fat head against my tongue, holding it there. Precum oozed out of his slit, the salty flavor stimulating my tastebuds, but I resisted the urge to lap at it, keeping still as a statue.
“You know I could make you stay here tonight,” he remarked, staring down into my eyes, his piercing gaze sending chills sheeting over my skin. “I could make you call whoever invited you and tell them that your alpha said you aren’t allowed to come, that you’re only for him. Do you want me to do that?”
My stomach clenched, my heartbeat ramping up to thump like a rabbit’s in my chest. Ididn’twant him to make me dothat, but I didn’t know if I was allowed to express that particular sentiment. And I couldn’t exactly answer him.
“If you don’t,” he continued. “Then I think you better try and put me in a better mood. Do you think you can do that?”
I gave him a tiny, almost imperceptible nod of my head, because I was terrified of displacing the head of his cock from my tongue. My own dick was leaking out drops of fluid, and I could feel slick dripping down the inside of my thighs. The second he let me take his cock into my mouth, I’d have my hand wrapped around myself, stroking until I was shooting out onto the floor. I just had to be patient.
“And don’t even think about touching yourself,” he added, giving my jaw one more quick squeeze, almost tight enough to hurt, before releasing my face and standing up. “If you do what I say, I might be nice and let you come.”
Fuck.
“Now show me how sorry you are for making me feel like this,” he finally said, pulling back just enough to let me slip my tongue back into my mouth. I took that to mean I was allowed to suck him now.
Sliding my hands up the back of his thighs and gripping there, I parted my lips to let him glide into my mouth. His hands fisted in the back of my hair, holding me in place as he started rocking his hips against my face, driving his cock to the back of my throat.
He groaned, the deep feral sound of it only making me throb harder. My jaw started to ache, but I barely noticed it as he stuffed my mouth full over and over, using me like a fleshlight. All I could do was stroke my tongue on him, trying to worship him with it, and sucking as hard as I could, swallowing to flex my throat when he hit it.
One of the hands I’d used to grip onto him crept up and around his thigh, cupping his sac. It was so full and heavy, allthe muscles between my legs clenched in unison and I jerked forward, humping the air. When I did, my cock bounced against my stomach, providing me with a split second of friction that made me moan around him. But I didn’t want to disobey him, so I resisted the urge to do it again. Carefully rolling his balls in my palm, my fingertips brushed against his taint as his movements became more frenetic. He choked out a gasping moan, raising his face up to the ceiling.
“Jordy. Fuck!”
I supposed alphas weren’t used to being touched there. But he’d told me to put him in a better mood, and he seemed to like it. Applying more pressure in that hot little spot, the feel of his muscles pulsing and clenching against my fingers started to make me feel lightheaded.
His heavy panting became harsher, his fingers trembling on my scalp as his hips started to stutter against my mouth. I whimpered, excitement and desperation coursing through me. I wanted him to shoot his load down my throat, to show me how good I’d been for him, and how much he loved fucking my face.
But as soon as he was about to come, he ripped his cock from my eager mouth, one hand still holding my head in place as the first jet of warm cum shot out onto my face, then another. I panted heavily, frozen in place, a perfectly obedient little doll for him to unload onto.
Once he’d painted my cheeks and lips, he pressed his cockhead onto my neck, my omega gland, rubbing it on that spot until another spurt came out to drip down over my collarbone.
Shuddering, he dropped back down onto the mattress, pulling me forward along with him so he could stroke a thumb through the little puddle of his cum on my neck, rubbing it into my omega gland.
The pressure on my sensitive gland pushed a moan out of me, and all I could do was shiver. Reaching up to grip his hand, Ipulled it up toward my mouth so I could lap my tongue over the pad of his thumb.
Tilting his head as he watched me, I noted there was affection in his eyes for me, to my intense relief. Even if he was mad at me, he loved me. That wouldn’t change. Even if the affection was sharing space with some irritation.
