The Alpha I shouldn't crave
He kept licking, kept finger-fucking me through every pulse until I was shaking, whimpering.
He crawled up my body, kissing wet trails over my stomach, and my tits. "Taste yourself," he murmured, crashing his mouth to mine. I moaned at the tangy flavor of my own arousal on his tongue.
"My turn to feel you," I whispered.
I shoved at his jeans. He helped shoved them down with his boxers. His thick cock sprang out, veined, rock-hard, the fat head slick with pre-cum. I wrapped my fingers around him. Pumped slow, then fast. Thumb smeared the bead of liquid over the slit.