"Ahh! It's deep, Jaxon,” I growled as I was seated on his lap and left sex marks on his back with my long nails while clutching him tightly around the neck.
He pushed my waist downward so that his manhood could sink deeper. With each splash of water caused by his thrust in my pussy while we were in the bathtub, my nails drove further into his flesh.
“I want to bang you so deep,” he mumbled and kiss my collarbone.
As my torso was shaped like the moon, and my neck was raised, he took advantage of the chance by sucking my left nipple and crawling his tongue on my Adam's apple. The delicious perfume emanating from him dizzys me. I was overwhelmed and attempted to recall how I ended myself in the bathroom with him.
Even as I struggled to restore my sanity, I gradually brought back what had occurred earlier. The last time I remembered was when he requested Uriel to watch over Morgan and dragged me into this expansive room.
"I've just been away for two weeks; why are you already this tight?" he whispered lasciviously as he squeezed my waist, speeded up his thrust, and clenched his teeth in desperation.
My eyelids were glazed as I cherished each sway of our bodies that matched the rhythm of the other. I had mastered each of his movements and every body area of me that he wanted to touch the most.
“So good...” he mumbled out of himself and put more pressure each shove he gave me. “So good, Veronica.”
“Ahh...!”
Our voice echoed through the bathroom and the more he bang me, the more I was losing myself.
“I’m going to fill your brim, Veronica. I’m going to make you as my breeder. You will be pregnant with my pups,” he kept mumbling while he was groping my boobs and pinching my nipples.
Having said that, after a few minutes, I felt his cum shoot inside me.
When both of us were recovering our breath, I rested my forehead on his chest. I bit my lower lip and tremblingly pulled my right arm from his neck before lowering it with delicacy to his cock immersed in the water.
He did not respond to my actions and remained with his arms resting on my waist. I carefully slid my palm up and down, and the way his penis twitched drove me insane.
Damn it! I wanna suck it.
He had just finished cumming yet his shaft was so hard again. It was pulsating like if it were about to destroy me at any second.
My inebriated eyes gazed into his once more, but he met each of my stares with a steely glance. How could he maintain a harsh appearance while experiencing ecstasy? I had much to learn from him.
I pressed his penis’ tip, just for curiosity, and could feel a gooey liquid. I sensed a tiny movement of the water because of him, and to be honest... that was the response I was envisioning. My pride couldn’t take it if I had no effect around him.
I backed a bit away from his body, squatted down, and emptied the water from the bathtub while seeming to be crawling. I adjusted in front of him, lowered my head, and kept my hand on his cock.
I stuck out my tongue and lick his tip. He plucked out some of my hair and placed it on the side of my ear. I could feel him shoving my head as he tried to put his meat in my mouth.
I allowed my mouth to open wider, and his cock completely invaded it. I made every effort not to hit him with my teeth, but I was helpless as his manhood reached my throat.
"Fuck, baby, you are so rough." He tugged on my hair to get me to look up. "If you keep acting like way, you could take me to paradise immediately."
I didn't know what potion he made me drink, but when he said that, I just yanked his hand out of my hair aggressively and kept sucking him. It was like I was a prostitute, and all I desired to do was use my lips to make him cum.
He also became rough and wouldn't let me go as I pushed my head farther in and his cock grazed my throat. I held onto his legs with my claws buried into them because I couldn't breathe.
"Fuck you, Veronica. You're squeezing my balls dry."
His cum reached me in the throat along with his words. I couldn't help but gulp the liquid, and I had no idea why his sperm was so compelling. It was really sweet... and I wanted more of it.
His cock was still moist as he withdrew my head once more, causing a small amount of sperm to land on the side of my lips. I felt obligated to stretch out my tongue to assure him that I had swallowed everything as he squeezed my cheeks together.
“I like your face—it’s like a whore, craving for cock.”
A whore...
My heart began to burn strangely and fiercely. I was not sure if his words wounded me or if I was simply overly sensitive to them. It wasn't like we had a romantic relationship; in fact, Morgan was the only reason we were in this predicament.
I turned to peek at his eyes once again, and the passion I had previously noticed in him had been replaced with expressionless eyes.
How was it possible for him to look at me with one set of feelings and then give me another?
I shook my head. There was no justification for focusing on such trivial stuff of the heart. There was nothing more to it than having sex and kissing; it was something I should ingrain in my soul.
I got to my feet and made the decision to leave him as my chest began to ache. The more I made an effort to live in his world, the closer I came to knowing the consequences. And as I become more mindful of these emotions, my fear of being abandoned and entrapped in a place where nobody would rescue me in escaping from the hole I had been in was growing.
Whatever was causing my heart to beat violently; whatever tickle feeling was endlessly playing in my stomach; whatever they were... I just didn't deserve to be conscious of them— no, it was better not to know them.
Because loving this heartless Alpha would just make me suffer; that was for sure.