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loud, long moan that seemed to set off his mate like a firecracker.
Alex had never been so wild or so loud as he was today, but God, if
his mate wasn’t a screamer. He felt Jacob’s seed paint the insides of
his thighs and his fingers curled inside of Alex.
“Oh, fuck, angel,” he moaned as his own orgasm started to build
again.
Panting, Jacob responded by fucking his fingers harder into
Alex’s hole, but Alex wanted more, wanted those hands not only
inside of but on top of him. He guided Jacob’s hand to cover his cock,
and suddenly it was all Jacob, Jacob guiding his movements, Jacob
measuring out his pleasure as he writhed and moaned and ground his
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hips into his fingers and hand. The fingers his mate used to stroke his
cock were covered in his own cum, sliding up and down his dick
through the slick, sticky liquid so fast Alex was surprised they didn’t
slide off of him. That same slow-building pressure was engulfing him
now, threatening to swallow him, but he didn’t want to let it go.
Suddenly, he heard Jacob’s voice in his ear. “Come,” he breathed,
the word strained and frantic as if he was still hovering on the edge of
his own pleasure rather than having just taken it. “Please come. Just
like this. I want to make you feel so good. Please, please, baby. I love
you so much. I want to see how happy I make you. Please come for
me.”
Alex came, hard as he ever had, the milky white liquid spurting all
over Jacob’s hand and Alex’s stomach. Jacob bent his head to lick it
from him, and Alex moaned as his mate sucked gently around the
head of his softening cock, working to lap up every inch. Alex didn’t
wait for him to finish. He drew his mate close to him, dragging him
up to meet his mouth with his, and kissed him.
When he pulled away, Jacob’s cheeks were bright red against his
pale white skin, and he was smiling blissfully. “Good?” he asked.
Alex looked down at Jacob, resting his head on his chest. He
arched an eyebrow at his mate. “Do you really need to ask?”
Jacob’s smile widened. “Well…” he began, his voice radiating a
confidence Alex had never heard in it before. He liked it.
“Well?” Alex teased, bringing Jacob’s hand to his mouth. His
fingers were still sticky, and Alex could taste his own cum on them. It
tasted salty. He liked Jacob’s better.
“Well, I suppose I could assume from certain…” Jacob trailed off
as Alex continued to lap and suck the semen off of Jacob’s fingertips.
Jacob gave him a look. “That’s my job, you know.”
“I don’t care.”
Suddenly, Jacob’s expression darkened. “Are you sure you’re
okay with this? I was worried at first. You know, after the nightmare?
I just didn’t want you to feel like you were…or I was…fuck.” He
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buried his face in the crook of Alex’s shoulder, and Alex ran his
fingers between his shoulder blades. “That feels good,” he murmured.
Alex continued to stroke that same patch of skin as he considered
Jacob’s question. It did seem like the nightmare, that horrible feeling
of powerlessness and humiliation he’d felt at being restrained and
whipped, might have occurred to him when Jacob had him at his
mercy, but it hadn’t. He’d been too focused on pleasure, his and his
mate’s, to even give it a passing thought. It was the same with the
dream, he realized. He’d been miserable in his restraints, but mostly
because of the way they had prevented him from keeping Jacob safe.
“I just don’t want you to feel like you had to,” Jacob said.
“Not at all,” Alex said, drawing Jacob’s fingers to his mouth again
to kiss the nail beds. “Kinda like your fingers in my mouth.”
Jacob sighed with apparent relief. “Okay, but the next time you
fuck me, I demand that you spank the holy hell out of me.”
Alex’s cock was still softening from the monster orgasm he’d just
had, but that sure as hell made it wake up and take notice. He moved
his mouth close to Jacob’s ear. He wasn’t embarrassed about his
desires anymore, but there was something intimate about the idea of
sharing his needs with his mate. It made him want to whisper them to
him. “Awfully demanding, aren’t we, sub?”
He said the word sub softly, almost like an endearment, and he
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