OLIVIA
“Did you forget how to talk?” Alpha Damon’s husky voice bellowed in my ears. He moved his hand from my cheek and removed a strand of my hair that fell on my face.
I cleared my throat, attempting to move away from him, but he briskly grabbed onto me. He placed his hand on my waist and maneuvered me until I was seated close to him again.
His touch shot waves of electricity through me, consuming me with a feeling I couldn’t explain. “Why were you scared?” he repeated
“What?” I asked, ultimately failing to remember what our discussion was about for a moment. When I gained composure, I heard him laughing in amusement.
My embarrassment must be entertaining to him. “Why are you so flushed? Was it my question?” he mocked.
I couldn’t tell if Alpha Damon was willfully doing this to me out of pure entertainment or if he did not have an idea of his effect on me.
His hand slipped into my shirt, up to my breast. As a loud gasp escaped my lips at how sudden his action was, he glowered in displeasure.
“You are not putting on a bra,” he grimaced. I wouldn’t have realized that if he hadn’t pointed it out just now.
The thought of putting on a bra didn’t come to my mind while I was dressing. I was immersed in trying to meet up with the time he had given me.
“It wasn’t intentional,” I murmured under my ragged breath. He took his hand out of my shirt to my back, drawing down the zipper of my gown with burning lust discernible on his face.
As his fingers pushed down my dress, a sudden burst of wind swept through my body and exposed my breasts to him.
I reflexively swathed my arms around my bare upper body and peeked through the empty garden in fear of someone else splintering through the entrance and ending up catching sight of my half-stripped body in the process.
We could go to his room instead. Why did he bring me here?
“No one can come here without my permission, it’s just the two of us,” Alpha Damon assured. He plunged my hands from my boobs, placing a quick kiss on my nipple.
He ran his lips down my jawline and took possession of my mouth, scouring me with his tongue, sucking gently on my lower lip
I let out a whimper and submitted to him. I could not win against him if I wanted to, and he has the right to explore my body as much as he wants.
“I miss being close to you” he planted a kiss on my cleavage as his bare hand assaulted my thigh.
“I miss your intoxicating scent that drives me nuts each time you are with me”
With each of his confessions, his hand moved up my thigh until it was at the entrance to my intimate area. He spread my legs to create room for himself.
“No panties too,” he uttered, but I couldn’t give him a reply. I guilelessly had no idea that my coming to the garden would turn into something sexual. I only forgot to put them on.
His frigid hand on my nub shot waves of electricity that pulsated through the absoluteness of my body.
His right hand cupped my breast, taking my nipple in his mouth as he circulated his finger on it.
My breath hitched the second he dipped his index finger into my opening and I closed my eyes, moaning in rhythm to the slurping sound of his mouth molesting my nipple and rubbing his tongue over my delicate end.
I cried as he pushed his finger into the warmness of my core, awakening the desires in my body. I had to hold the chair for support since he had taken full possession of me.
Within a few seconds, the smell of my orgasm mixed with the smell of sex was lingering around the small garden.
While his mouth devoured my right breast, his left hand teased and fondled with the left as his other hand was working its sorcery in my core.
I threw up my head and squealed right after he inserted two more fingers into me. Thrusting faster, again and again.
My body shook at the intensity and after a few more minutes, his fingers were covered in my cream.
Alpha Damon eventually let go of me. He withdrew his dripping fingers out of me and smiled at me. This time, he didn’t shove them in his mouth but mine.
“You should also know how sweet you taste,” his shaky breath whispered. I closed my eyes with a weird expression plastered on my face.
Who in the world licks their loads of cum? By the time I savored it in my mouth, my eyes snapped open.
I thought it would taste sour and gross, but I was wrong. It doesn’t taste bad. Alpha Damon smirked. He cracked his fingers in front of me.
“Stand up” his husky voice lurked into my ears. I did as instructed by standing up on my feet, attempting to raise my gown that was still hanging on my waist, but he shook his head in disapproval.
“Don’t touch it,” he groaned. I was barely attentive to him. My eyes captured the bulge in his trousers and it seemed his eyes followed my movement, too.
After a series of howls from him, he held my hand and dragged me down to a kneeling position in front of him.
“Take care of it,” he growled, followed by a hiss of frustration. I gobbled hard, my eyes darting from him to his trousers.
“Stop keeping me waiting, I hate it,” he warned. Without further instruction, I slowly unzipped his trousers.
I don’t know if I will do a good job at this since I am not familiar with things like this. Alpha Damon stood up and drew both his trousers and shorts down to his thigh before sitting down.
A gasp left my mouth the instant his manhood came into a few. It was hard, long, and begging to be taken care of.
This is the first time I am inspecting it and it’s scary and too big. How has this been fitting into me?
Getting another scowl from him, I cleared my throat and grabbed his shaft in my hand. I unhurriedly began stroking it to the tip and repeated the same thing over again.
He grunted as his breath became heavier, his eyes closed as though he were trying to savor the excitement bubbling inside him.
I steadily composed myself and gulped before pushing his hard rock into my mouth.
I knew I could not take all of him in my mouth, so I took in about half of him slurping him down my throat.
As he muttered some incoherent words, I looked up at him to see him staring at me. I was silently hoping that I wasn’t doing it in the wrong way.
Alpha Damon placed his hand on the back of my head, pushing himself deep into my mouth. I could tell he was not happy with how slowly I was going.
I heard a few muffled sounds from him and then he stood up on his feet, held my shoulder, and began mauling my mouth with his lengthy shaft until it hit the back of my throat, causing me to gasp for breath.
My eyes brimmed with tears at how hard he was choking me, but hearing those hushed and exciting sounds from him made my heart flutter in a good way.
I was glad I could make him feel the way he does.