Semua Bab Trapped Between Two Alphas: Bab 221 - Bab 230

(Kol POV)   Blood racing, heart pounding, heavy breathing, sweat dripping—allof the gratifying attributes that indicate a successful workout. Iwish the attributes signaled a successful and hot fuck with the love of my life, but not at this moment in time, sadly.It was a long day on set for my upcoming movie, The Boarder. I had taken a leave from work today and my PA had taken over my position at work.My inner self thanks me for hitting the gym, as it gave me some time to clear my head.I returned home by 7pm, feeling a satisfying soreness running throughout my limbs.My mind concentrates on an ice cold shower and a comfortable,soft bed, as my body suffers from exhaustion. The pleasing thoughts motivates me to quickly head to my room.Making a right turn to enter the passage that my personal room is located in my mansion, I notice someone, spotting something dark red.

(Kaden POV)  "I'm sorry," a soft, familiar voice calls out.I stir in my sleep and struggle to open my eyes. "What for?" I ask. Myeyes open completely.Oh, baby.Annabel stands by my bed and spots my sweatshirt that belongs tome, which has the word "Joy" written across it. Ah, she brings me somuch joy.My inner self smiles at me. You definitely hit the jackpot when you found her.I lower my eyes past her waist. She didn't bother to wear any pants.Please don't wear any panties. I chant the phrase in my head. Thethought fires more desire to my morning wood, further hardening it.Her hair is styled into a messy bun. My cock approves. It's a "Yes"from me. She never fails to please me. My girl.She responds to my question that I almost forget about thanks to herimpeccable beauty, "For not sleeping in your bed last night." Shesnaps me out of my thoughts.Oh,

(Kaden POV)    Loud music blares through the speakers as the moon is high in theobsidian sky. Surprisingly, my current drink in hand is not tequila. I know, I shocked myself, too. I take a sip of my champagne,savoring the flavor on my tongue, and admire the sight of my friends and the surrounding strangers having the time of their livesjust before the new year. The new year is going to start in a few minutes. I'm excited. I'm looking forward to what the new year willbring. I take another swig of my drink.The countdown begins.Ten. Nine. Eight.I look around for Annabel.Seven. Six. Five.God, where is she? She's always disappearing on me.Four. Three. Two.I glance to my side.One."Happy New Year," the people shout.A hand cups my chin, turning my head, and a familiar pair of lipscrash into mine, pulling me into a passionate kiss. I sm

I look around. Thank God there's not a lot of people today. I slapmy length against the palm of my hand a few times. Fuck, I don't think I can come without you, baby. I think I'm going to patientlywait for my girl. She's always worth waiting for. Thank God I didn't choose to wait in line with her at checkout. I would've fucked herright then and there.After setting the groceries in the back of the car, the love of my life opens the door and takes her seat. She shuts the door and looks over to me."I was close to sending you a pic of my cock.""Oh, you should've, Kol. It would've made my day and been wallpaper worthy." She smirks. "Anyways, I'm sorry for the wait, sir.The woman in front of me tried nine different credit cards andevery single of them were maxed out.""Jesus Christ." I honestly could care less. I have a bigger problemthat needs attention. "But, look at the bigger problem here." I slowly stroke my aching, swollen

I'm blessed. I leaned back against the door. I close my eyes andallow her to service me. Her lips surround my dick, and she beginsto bob her head. She remembers to give attention to my balls, too,as she massages them with her silky hand. A low groan sounds inmy throat.Her mouth leaves my shaft, leaving it dripping with her saliva. I look at her. I move my hand so I can cup her cheek and stroke itwith my thumb. I lower my face and pull her up to kiss. Her tonguealready finds mine to play with.After tasting her, I push her head back down. That way, her face isleveled with my crotch. She strokes my cock, and it twitches in herbare palm. She spits on my length. Her eyes meet mine; she waitsfor me. She wants me to spit on my cock, I know that look. But Ifind her hand touching herself. That's a big no-no on Daddy's list of no-no's. That's Daddy's job. "I'll spit on my cock, baby, only ifyou stop touching yoursel