Without hesitation, Preston whined, “You say it, Joe. Please say it. But I need it, too. Please, I need it. I’m so fucking horny.”
I rewarded him with a bite on his neck. The same place I’d bitten that night and did as he asked. I ripped his robe off and helped him kneel on the sofa, head to the cushion, and belly supported and cushioned by a pillow. None of this was done gently because instinctually, I knew gentle was not what Preston wanted right now.
“Look at you, bent over and open to me.” I didn’t waste any time and went straight to fingering his hole. He wiggled, but a small slap on his ass stopped him. “No moving unless I tell you to. Now, spread those ass cheeks wide so your alpha can see what you’re offering.” His hands flew back and gripped his fleshy cheeks wide until his pretty pink hole was on full display.
“You’re wet, handsome. You’re dripping with want for a cock to fill that perfect hole, aren’t you?”
His muffled whine as I slid another finger in made my own cock jump. It seemed I’d been hard since Preston had let me move in, but this feeling was on another level of intensity. If he needed me, then I needed him just as much. And this game we were playing was absolutely hitting some buttons I didn’t even know I had.
But I fucking loved it.
Preston was riding my fingers like they were a mechanical bull, so I’d give him something else to ride.
“Get ready, my handsome slut. I’m gonna give you what you want.”
My words made Preston go wild. “Yes! I’m yours. Please give it to me.”
I add a third finger to his opening to make sure I didn’t hurt him for a minute, driving Preston wild with want. When I was sure he’d be okay, I lined my cock up and started talking.
“I’m gonna breed you again, handsome.” I slammed my cock as deep as it could go, then ground it in even more. Pinned on my cock, Preston pushed back and started fucking himself harder and harder. “I’m gonna put a baby in that belly and watch it grow.”
“God, fuck, fuck.”
“I’m gonna fuck you while you’re pregnant and know I did that. You begged to be bred and owned.”
My hands grabbed his hips and held him still so I could control the speed and pressure. I was making myself close with my own words now.
“I claimed you.” Slam. “I filled you up until it spilled out onto that dirty alley.” Slam, slam, slam.
“I fuckingbredyou with fucking twins when it was supposed to be impossible.”
Preston cried out, and I felt him squeeze my cock and knew he’d just come again. That was all it took for me to lose control and spill into him. My knot filled, and I pushed in so he could feel the fullness. He wiggled onto it and settled onto the sofa cushion to wait it out. I shifted a few times just to hear him moan while I rubbed my hands up and down his smooth back to ease any tension.
When we were free to move, I helped him up and walked him to the bathroom, where I started a bath. We cuddled and kissed, enjoying the intimacy we were building between us. Once he was settled in the tub, I kissed his head.
“I’m going to go cook us something for dinner. It won’t be a huge Thanksgiving feast, but it’ll be good.”
My handsome mate looked so content and relaxed. I beamed with pride, knowing that I could make him that happy.
“After we eat, you want to go buy a Christmas tree? It’s our first holiday together, and I thought it would be fun to start decorating.”
Whether it was a nesting instinct or just sentimentality, the thought of buying and decorating a tree together nearly made me tear up again.
“We can do anything you want today. Hell, we can even get married today if you want.”
Preston sat up in the tub so fast the water sloshed onto the floor.
“Can we?”
Wait, I’d been joking.
“You mean, can we get married? I was kidding.” Preston seemed to deflate before my eyes back into the tub. I’d disappointed him, and that was unacceptable.
“Preston, handsome, do you really want to get married today?”
He tried to deflect. “Nah, I know it was just a joke. It’s fine.”
Fuck. If I never heard him sayit’s finein that tone again, it would be too soon.
