He drives into me one final time, burying himself balls deep, and a guttural sound tears from his throat as he fills me with hot pulses of cum.
The sensation triggers aftershocks that ripple through my spent body, drawing more soft cries from my raw throat. My limbs give out, and the last of my coherent thoughts are swept away by the Heat.
18
Awareness returns in fragments. The ceiling swims into focus above me, then blurs again as another wave of pleasure crashes through my system.
Rowan’s cock fills my mouth, his thick shaft stretching my lips, the heavy weight of it resting on my tongue. Heat pools in my hips as I register the wet, insistent stroke of his tongue between my ass cheeks, lapping at my slick-soaked hole with hungry strokes.
How long was I out? Seconds? Minutes? Days? My brain struggles to piece together the gap between collapsing after our first round and waking to find myself in this position, my head cradled on Rowan’sthigh, his cock buried in my throat while he feasts between my cheeks.
His tongue circles my rim before plunging inside, and my back arches, a moan vibrating around the thick length in my mouth, drawing an answering growl from Rowan felt more than heard. He spreads my thighs wider to give his mouth better access.
The Heat surges back, searing through my veins. Sweat beads on my skin as more slick leaks from my hole. Rowan’s tongue collects it, the wet sounds of his mouth working between my ass cheeks filling the room.
I refocus on the cock in my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I take him deeper. His flavor fills my senses with salt and the intoxicating musk of my Alpha. I work him with lips and tongue, fighting the fog of Heat to coordinate my movements.
Rowan’s tongue thrusts deeper, fucking into me with increasing urgency. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks, hard enough to bruise. The combination of his tongue in my ass and his cock in my mouth overwhelms my Heat-drugged brain, sending sparks shooting down my spine.
My hips buck upward, seeking more friction, more pressure, more of anything to sate the buildingneed. Rowan’s tongue withdraws, and I whine around his cock, the loss immediate and devastating.
“Patience, precious,” he murmurs, his breath hot on my inner thigh. “I’m not done with you yet.”
He shifts beneath me, withdrawing his cock from my mouth. The loss leaves me whimpering, lips swollen and slick with saliva. Rowan maneuvers our bodies, lifting me as if I weigh nothing.
“Want you to ride me,” he growls with need. “Want to see this greedy hole swallow me up as you work yourself on my cock.”
He positions me above him, my back to his chest, his hands guiding my hips as I straddle his thighs, facing away from him.
“Go on,” Rowan urges, his hands on my waist to steady me. “Put me inside you.”
I reach between my legs, fingers wrapping around his length to guide him to my entrance. The blunt head catches on my rim, and I sink down, his size still a challenge even with the slick easing the way.
When I’m seated, his cock buried inside me, a sob of relief escapes my throat at the delicious fullness only Rowan can provide.
“Fuck, that's pretty,” he breathes, his hands sliding up my sweat-slicked back. “Your pink little rim eats me up so beautifully.”
The praise washes over me, fueling the fire in my veins.
I lift up, thighs trembling with the effort, and drop back down. The impact jars through me, and I cry out as it hits my prostate, lightning crackling through my nerves.
Rowan’s fingers tangle in my hair, tugging my head back. His other hand clamps onto my shoulder, providing leverage as I begin to ride him in earnest. Each downward motion fills me so completely I can feel him in my throat.
My movements grow more frantic, more desperate, as I chase the pleasure building at the base of my spine. My untouched dick bobs between my legs, leaking onto Rowan’s thighs.
I reach back, turning my face into the crook of his neck to inhale his pure Alpha pheromones. I whimper, tongue darting out to lick the salt off his skin. The angle drives his cock deeper, hitting my prostate with every thrust, and my vision blurs at the edges.
“Mine.” Rowan's teeth graze the shell of my ear. “All mine.”
I clench around him, drawing a groan from deep in his chest. He releases my hair to wrap around mythroat, applying enough pressure to make my pulse jump beneath his palm.
“You’re mine,” he repeats, each word punctuated by a savage thrust upward. “Say it.”
“Yours.” The confession tears from my lips. “All yours, Alpha.”
“Come for me,” Rowan demands. “Now.”
My orgasm crashes through me, a physical force that whites out my vision and steals my breath. My inner muscles pulse around him as my release paints my chest and stomach in hot streaks. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me until I’m shaking and sobbing in Rowan’s arms.
