My Queen

Shane

My first conscious thought that morning was Goddess-damned that feels good. Warm wet lips are wrapped around my cock and I flex my thighs and lift my hips without so much as opening my eyes. I can imagine whatever I want with them closed, I can imagine whoever I want. I bite on my bottom lip as she takes me so far down her throat she gags.

Fucking choke on it.

She swallows around my hard cock and I throw my head back as she does exactly what I asked. Soft fingers gripped my thigh as she crawled in between my legs. I gripped the back of her head and reveled in the motion of her head bobbing up and down. I imaged Adea’s long brown hair in my hands, that it was her soft lips around my length, and it was me she enjoyed in her mouth. Her tongue slides up and down my shaft as she sucks me like her life depends on it.

“Oh fuuuuck,” I groan.

She lifts her head and my cock stands and sucks on my tip before she lowers her mouth to my balls. I curse when she takes them into her warm mouth and her tongue slides up and down my balls. I thrust my hips as she jerks me with one hand and licks me like her favorite fucking flavor. I jerk my hips in rhythm with her fingers. Her movements quicken and feel myself getting closer and closer. I grab a handful of hair and slam her head down on my cock as I thrust my hips up. I hold her down as I thrust my hips up into her mouth. She can’t breathe and I enjoy every moment of it while I do what makes me feel good. Her throat tightens around my cock and she moans, the vibrations pushing me forward.

“Yes,” I hiss.

Knowing full well that she’s giving me just what I need she reaches down and cups my balls and twists her mouth in circular motions while I thrust up into her mouth. My pace quickens as I chase my orgasm. I push her down further than possible and she makes a choking sound, but doesn’t stop trying to take more, more, more.

“Adea,” I moan as I come hard and fast for her.

She claws at my thighs and I hold her tight until I’m completely empty. I let go of her hair and she sits up. I open my eyes and stare at her with a satisfied grin on my face. If looks could kill, her hazel eyes would have me six feet under right now.

“Are you fucking serious right now?!” She screams.

“What’s wrong babe? You don’t look so happy,” I said. I grunt as I stretch and try not to laugh.

“That’s not my name!” She yelled.

“I know,” I chuckle.

“Then why? Why would you moan Adea’s name as you fucked my throat?!” She asked.

“Because I was thinking of fucking her throat,” I answered.

“That was a dick move, Shane,” She said.

She crosses her arms in front of her chest and pouts. It isn’t cute and I don’t give two shits about how she’s feeling. Matter of fact, now that my balls are semi empty she could see her self off my bed and out of my room. Using my stomach muscles I pull myself up and push her out of the way. I can feel her gaze on me as I walk butt naked to my dresser.

I’ve been fucking Beka for two years now, I know she’s got feelings for me, but she’s a good lay so I keep her around. She’s also loyal and always eager to serve her alpha. Whenever I need a night of fucking or quickie she’s always down. I’m the only one she’s ever been with, or so she says. The only reason I believe her is because of her constant need to please me. It doesn’t matter how good that mouth is I’m constantly comparing her to Adea.

The image of her cheeks hollowing as she sucks my cock drives me insane. Long brown hair that demands I pull it and eyes that constantly provoke me. She’s got these plump lips and the cutest fucking button nose I’ve ever seen. I’ve done my best to stay away from her for the last four years, but it gets harder with each passing day. I don’t know what it is about her that draws me to her, but I’ve done my best to keep my filthy hands off of her. Beka has short blonde hair and she’s petite, but has curves. She’s not my type, but she’s what the guys go for. I do the bare minimum to keep her around and normally she doesn’t give me crap.

“I can feel you glaring at me,” I say as I run my fingers through my bed hair.

She huffs behind me and the bed creaks as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. I stare in the mirror as she bends over, picks up the dress on the floor, and gasps as she realizes it’s ripped. I did a number on it last night. I don’t know why she’s acting like she can’t remember. She throws the dress to the floor and looks back at me.

“What am I supposed to wear out?” She asks.

I pull open a drawer and pull out one of my shirts. I throw it at her and it hits her in the face. It slips down into her hands but she doesn’t glare at me. She stares down at it with an emotion I don’t want to see. Turning my back on her, I stare at my reflection. I don’t want to see such things. I’ve drawn the line, but still she insists on hoping.

“You’ve pleased your Alpha, you can get out now,” I said as coldly as possible.

She puts her hands through my shirt, pokes her head through, and lifts her arms so the shirt falls down her body like a dress. Her nipples press against the material, but I ignore her. She strides over to the dresser and reaches over it to grab her phone. She flashes me her plump wet pussy and my cock twitches as I get a good view of her ass.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

She lays her head down flat against the dresser and offers her neck up to me in submission. I bite back a groan. She knows how to tempt me. I walk behind her and stare down at her as she pushes her ass back for me.

“I’m just grabbing my phone,” Beka whimpered.

“You dare lie to me?” I asked.

“No. I only want to please you Alpha. I’ve been a good girl, but you give her what I want. I’ve been so so good for you. I’m selfish—”

“And? What? You want a cookie?” I asked.

I slide two fingers into her and watch as my fingers disappear into her wet warmth. I push them in to the knuckle and she whimpers.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” I grunt.

“No, I—”

“You have. You want for things that aren’t yours and never will be. You want for what belongs to…” I trail off.

My Queen…

“You’re greedy. Do you think greedy little girls get whatever they want?” I asked. My fingers pump in and out of her pussy. She cries out as I fuck her with my fingers fast and hard.

“No,” she whimpers.

“That’s right. They don’t, but you like being a bad girl, don’t you? You like making me angry. You like it when I hurt you. You like it when I take my anger out on you and you like it when I tell you how dirty you are. Say it,” I demand.

“Yes, Alpha,” she moans.