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“That bad?”
Alana grimaced but nodded.
He blew out a deep breath, trying to get a hold on himself. He didn’t want to cause her pain, but he couldn’t help wanting her.
She started to slide from his lap and he reached for her hips to hold her in place, but she twisted away. He opened his mouth to apologize, thinking she was upset with him, but the words froze in his throat when she slid all the way to the floor, looking up at him with a grin as she reached for the top of his pants.
“I’m too sore for penetration, but that doesn’t mean I can’t satisfy you.”
His throat worked, jaw hanging slack as his mind went blank. She caressed him through his pants with one hand as the other worked to free him, his erection straining against the fabric.
“You don’t have to…”
He trailed off as she smiled up at him again when his cock popped free.
“Oh, don’t worry,” she said as she wrapped a small hand around his base. He sucked in a breath as her gaze dipped to the tip of him and she leaned forward. “I have no idea what I’m doing.”
Her tongue came out, swiping from the rim of his head, over the tip, collecting the little bead of fluid already waiting for her. His hands clenched on the arms of the chair, his gut tightening as she repeated the action before pulling back to start at the very base of him.
Vax groaned as her tongue left a trail along the underside, his shaft flexing at the feel of it. He was already panting, the image of her on her knees beneath his desk something he was sure he’d never forget.
Alana pressed a kiss to his tip at the end of the long swipe, humming as she sat back to look at him. Her fingers couldn’t wrap around his girth, and he doubted much would fit in her mouth, but he couldn’t deny wanting her to try.
She leaned forward again, turning her head sideways to leave open kisses along his length, starting at the gap between her fingers and working her way up. When she reached the tip she finally opened wide and took him between her lips, a groan ripping free of his chest before he could stop it.
Those green eyes looked up at him, locking on his as she made a questioning sound. When she pulled back as if she was going to free him from her mouth, he wrapped a hand around the back of her skull, applying pressure to keep her where she was.
It took everything he had not to fist her hair and drive his hips up. Just the thought of having his cock down her throat had his knot pulsing and beginning to swell.
Alana hummed, opening her jaw wider, another inch of his shaft disappearing between her lips. Her tongue writhed along the edge of his glans, sending bolts of pleasure to tighten his sac, an orgasm already threatening.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Alana
Vax growled when she pulled away, but after a gulp of air she enveloped him again. Her tongue explored his slit before flattening along the bottom when she took him deeper.
His legs twitched, and a intoxicating sense of power flooded through her. She had this massive alpha trembling and growling, breath stuttering, all from having her mouth on his cock.
He tightened his hold on her head, beginning to rock his hips in time with her bobs, making her take him a little deeper. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t fight him, allowing him to guide her pace as his thighs tightened.
When she wrapped her other hand around his length and began to pump him, he grunted. There was no other warning before her mouth was flooded with his hot seed, the tangy flavor coating her tongue as she struggled to swallow it down. There was too much, and she felt it dribble from the corners of her mouth to run down her chin.
Vax’s chest heaved, his breaths loud in the silent room. He’d thrown his head back when he came, but he looked down at heragain as the flow of his release slowed to short spurts, his hips still rocking while he held her head still.
Alana had never thought she’d enjoy taking an alpha in her mouth. The act seemed crude, though the submission in it appealed to her. She’d been curious about it, but her own arousal surprised her.
“Come here.”
Vax released the back of her head, allowing her to pull off his cock, though his knot was still fully inflated and there were dribbles of seed leaving the tip. He pulled her up onto his lap again, one arm tight around her to hold her to his chest.
The other delved beneath her skirt, rucking the fabric up so he could reach her core. He shoved her panties to the side, and as aroused as she was, she still let out a whimper.
Her entrance burned and throbbed, a dull ache spreading each time her core clenched. She wanted him, wanted her own release, but the thought of even his fingers inside her had her tightening in worry.
“No penetration, I just want to make you feel good too,” he whispered against her neck.
His fingers slid between her lower lips, her slick making it easy. He stroked the entire length of her slit before shifting her to spread her knees wider and focusing his fingertips on her clit.
