Page 65 of Rocked By the Alpha
Slowly, she turns to face him, one hand resting on her hip. He lets his gaze trip slowly down her form, soaking in every part of her. She’s wearing the underwear he chose for her — black and lacy with ribbons criss-crossing over her skin.
He groans, his gland heating in his neck. “You look fucking divine. I’d like to dress you up more often.”
“I like it,” she says, sweeping a hand over her body as she stalks towards him. “Sit back Alpha. And no touching.”
He licks his lips and leans back, enjoying the bounce of her tits as she moves closer. She stops inches from him, her hands sliding up her body this time to cup her breasts, massaging each through the delicate fabric, her pretty pink nipples visible and hardening. Then she sways her hips from side to side in time to the music and he’s pretty sure he’s drooling.
“Do you like it?” she asks, her voice all husky, arching towards him and then slowly away, her tits practically skimming over his face.
“You have no fucking idea,” he replies, digging his hands deep into the leather of the chair to stop himself from grabbing at her.
Spinning around, she bends to touch the ground, giving him a perfect view of her ass this time, the panties cut perfectly to frame her cheeks. Her ass wiggles in front of his nose.
“You can give this a spank …” he raises his palm, “later.” She giggles, standing up and hovering above his lap, rolling her hips. The fabric of her panties brushes against the stiff denim of his jeans.
“Fuck,” he groans again, eyes locked on her ass.
She lowers herself a little, some of her weight now pressing into his groin. His cock jerks in excitement, knocking up against her gusset and a little moan escapes her own lips as she starts to rotate her hips. Her ass rubs against his cock and it takes every bit of his will power not to grip her by the waist and if they look straight down onto him.
“Omega,” he growls. There is only so much will power one man can have, especially when she smells like sex, when she looks like sex, when she moves like sex.
“Am I making you sweat, Alpha?”
She grinds harder. But it’s a tease. He knows how good it feels to be buried deep inside her.
His growl grows stronger and his body tenser.
“Poor baby.” She spins around again and kisses his mouth, wet and sloppy and reminding him even more of her cunt.
Then she rests a hand on each of his thighs and drops to her knees between them.
She slides her palms up to the crotch of his jeans, groping him through the fabric, and then unbuckling his belt.
“This isn’t usually included in a lap dance,” he tells her as she unbuttons his fly.
“Bullshit,” she says, and he chuckles. No use arguing that point, not when she’s freeing his stiff cock from his boxers and guiding it towards her waiting mouth.
For a second, she holds him there, his leaking head mere millimeters from her lips and her breath warm against him.
Then she leans closer, kissing the tip of his cock gently and pulling away. His precome catches on her lips as if his cock has snared her, and she licks it away, her tongue moving slowly as if she’s savouring his salty taste.
He sinks into the chair, watching transfixed as she glides her tongue around his head making him nice and wet, her fist jerking up and down his length. When she takes him into her mouth, he can’t help a gasp and his hands tighten on the arms of the chair once more.
At first her sucks are subtle, teasing, her fist working leisurely, but soon she’s building the pace, sucking harder, taking him further and further into her mouth and her throat.
The need to thrust into her mouth, to tug on her hair, while he fucks her face, is excruciating. The Alpha in him wants to take control, but he fights it, letting her dictate the pace and the strength of her mouth.
Pleasure cascades from his cock through his body, making his mind buzz and his fingers and toes tingle. She starts to work him harder, drool dribbling down her chin, her eyes wide and locked on him and wet popping noises loud above the music.
“You look so fucking beautiful on your knees sucking my cock.”
She rakes her teeth against him and he howls, throwing back his head, as the pressure in his balls escalates. He’s going to come, right in her pretty mouth, all that seed wasted down her throat.
“No,” he says, lunging forward to push her away. She tumbles backward onto her ass scowling at him. But before she has a chance to complain, he drags her to her feet and marches her to the window.
He turns her so she’s facing the view, pressing her against the glass, and then he yanks the gusset of her panties to one side and thrusts inside her.
“Your mouth is fucking delicious, Omega, but there is nothing like your pussy.”
