“Hey, baby,” Harlan murmurs, kissing my shoulder. “Have I told you I love you today?”
“Mmm. I don’t think so,” I tease. Very smooth, Harlan. “Not unless you’re talking to me in your dreams.”
“I do that a lot,” he says. “I dream of the future, what life could look like, and how to make it happen. That’s what I dream of.”
Eyes wide and now fully awake, I turn in his arms to face him.
“Good morning,” he teases me, kissing my lips.
Leaning in, I moan as his tongue brushes against mine, finding myself wanting more. I want exactly what he’s offering me.
“I love you too,” I gasp, grinning as he rolls me onto my back and slides his hands in mine over my head.
“You fucking better,” he growls, kissing down my neck as I turn my neck to give him room.
I perfume with a whine when he sucks on my pulse, right over an older bite mark.
“Please,” I beg. Slick is already sliding down my thighs as my clit throbs with need and my pussy clenches over how empty it is.
“Do you need my thick cock to stretch your cunt?” he purrs, grinning as I nod.
“Yes. Right now would be…Oh fuck!”
I don’t know who else is in the house, but I really need to be quieter as his dick finds my entrance with heat missile accuracy and slides inside of me.
“Hmm. What was that now, Little Omega?” he chuckles.
“Why are the men in my life so smug?” I ask breathlessly.
“We’re cocky assholes,” he admits, finding his rhythm slowly. It’s as if he’s enjoying feeling the stretching of my pussy around his cock, and he’s in no damn hurry.
Which would be true. It’s languid and decadent, and feels so fucking good.
Harlan kisses me as he thrusts slowly, his pelvis finding a way to grind against my clit perfectly.
“Yes, baby. Tell me all about how good I’m making you feel,” he murmurs, biting down on my lip. “You’re so fucking pretty. I’ll never get used to having you in my bed or my life.”
Squeezing his hands as he continues to hold me captive, I groan as his cock brushes a place deep inside of me.
“You should,” I say. “Pretty sure you’re going to make me yours today.”
“Hmm,” Harlan murmurs. “Tell me more about this.”
Releasing my hands, he props his upper body on his forearm before raising my leg over his shoulder. Rising slightly onto his knees, he pulls his cock almost all the way out before thrustinghimself back. I have to bite my tongue so hard I taste blood to keep myself from screaming.
“Oh goddamn,” he groans. “Strangle me with that sweet pussy, Silva. That’s it. Fuck yes.”
“Alpha,” I whine as he continues to thrust slowly but harder. His cock is rearranging my insides in the best of ways, and my g-spot is singing his praises currently.
“Mmhmm,” Harlan says, his free hand ghosting up my body to begin torturing my nipple. “Ohh fuck yes. So damn pretty and pink.”
My eyes roll back as I ride the edge of pain. My walls inside my pussy are beginning to flutter, my muscles are tightening, and every time he pinches my nipple, I find myself closer to coming. My skin is covered in goose flesh, and I have to force myself not to ask for a bite yet.
We are definitely going to come if he does and I’m enjoying this too much.
I allow myself to drink in a sea of pleasure and pain, the kind that I really enjoy. Harlan goes between sweet and spicy, alternating until I can’t stand it anymore.
“Alpha, knot me,” I moan. “I want you to rut me when you bite me.”
