Alpha Aidan's Rejection Chapter 100

AIDAN

　　The door to the room opened, and I didn't need to look up to tell that it was Tara coming in. The many things I'd come to memorize as uniquely hers—her light footstep, her scent, and just that air around her presence, gave her away, and my eyes snapped up to find her. 

　　Stunning.

　　Drinking her in was like drawing a long breath of fresh air, and the lazy smile that was gracing her face was reward enough for how hectic shuffling after Nadia for an entire day was. 

　　Christ. The kid had some energy to burn. And Tara was the real MVP because, how did she keep up with our kid?

　　"How was your day?" Tara asked, now that it was just the two of us with Nadia most likely asleep, and I nodded, motioning for her to close the space between us. I was already on the bed with my back to the headboard, and Tara was still backing the closed door, her hands wringing the knob.

　　"Climb in and I'll tell you all about it," I muttered, speaking past the rush I felt from her presence alone, and she advanced, caging me in like a huntress, while I sat captivated. If this was going to be our little world, these perfectly mundane routines, I was happily signed up for a lifetime supply of it.

　　Tara was under the covers, snuggling into my side, with her head to my chest as she exhaled a soft breath, and I found myself doing the same.

　　"So, how was it?" She asked again.

　　My hand came up to her soft hair as I recounted the events I'd skipped telling her, not failing to mention how hectic things got with Nadia. "I'd love to do it again soon," I said as I wrapped up, snaking my free hand through the waistband of her shorts to settle on her skin, listening to her breath quicken.

　　She tensed up beside me, but I knew it was for a different reason than my hands on her. She spoke before I could ask. "If I'm being honest, I thought you would be mortified by now and probably look for a way to ditch us. We can be a lot…sometimes," she said after a calculated pause, and I frowned at her words.

　　Instead of responding, I released my hold on her shorts, and my palm came down on her asscheek in a spank. Tara squeaked, chuckling lightly. "What was that for?" She asked in between giggles, and I willed myself to ignore the way my length just roared to life at that, blood rushing through me in an instant.

　　"That," I said in a loaded voice, "was for thinking I'll ever consider my child and her mother to be a lot. If I was asked to give up everything I have to keep the two of you with me, I'd do so without question," I said truthfully. "And even if you try to run away from me, smart mouth, I am not going to let you," I warned with a tease, and the tension bled away from Tara's features as she relaxed with a smile, looking up at me.

　　"Oh, smart mouth?"

　　I nodded twice, giving her a reserved but heated smile now. "Yes. And I can think of a few things you can do with that mouth instead of talking silly about our little family."

　　The air charged just then as Tara flipped herself from her position so quickly that she was straddling me within seconds, pressing the heat of her center against my rock-hard cock, and my eyes narrowed down on her as I groaned inwardly in bliss.

　　"Do you mean something like this," she mused softly, sinfully, as she leaned in, pressing pursed lips to first my neck and then tracing kisses on my jaw, and the groan I'd been holding rumbled in the back of my throat. "Or like this," she drawled, pressing her lips to mine in a slow, sensual, yet maddening kiss. My hands came around her waist, resting there at first, but that wasn't enough, so I was soon pressing her further against myself, and the kiss deepened just as Tara's moan slipped past her lips. 

　　Skilled hands caressed my chest, pushing the shirt obstructing her from my bare body out of the way, and when her hands explored my body to my nape, pressing me closer as we devoured each other through the kiss, my cock fought to spring through my pants, telling me that I wouldn't be lasting more than a few minutes if I let Tara go on with rocking her greedy pussy against me.

　　Tara pulled away, and I couldn't decide if I was to resent the loss or be grateful because a mischievous smile crept up her cheeks as she inched backward until she was sitting on my knees, hands fighting to free my cock.

　　I knew exactly what she was doing, my heart thundering crazy in my chest, eyes hooded with carnal lust, but I still asked. "What are you doing, Tara?" I watched the way Tara briefly closed her eyes at my words, body shuddering slightly, and I knew that the lust must have sounded in my voice.

　　"Taking care of you," she responded with a breathy moan, and my cock jerked.

　　"Are you sure?" I asked with concern, reluctant to let her worry about me, even if I knew I would die to feel her around my length. 

　　"I've dreamed of this," she said, nodding, doing a show of grinding her ass over my cock before inching back again.

　　Fucking hell.

　　I hadn't even tasted her, and I was going to combust already. And what about when I sank into her warmth? A warmth I have craved for nearly a decade to the point where no other person looked remotely attractive to me?

　　Tara got my sweatpants out of the way with a little help, and my cock sprung free, smeared with evidence of my arousal, and she crooned at the sight, wetting her lips with her tongue.

　　I didn't think it was possible, but goosebumps crawled up my chest. This woman was going to end me. 

　　She inched away for some space, caressing my thighs before her delicate warm hands fisted my cock. I closed my eyes, submerging myself in the feeling, and her lips wrapped around me, teasing first, before she sucked me in, swirling, licking, sucking me to the back of her throat, and swallowing around my length.

　　"Fuck, baby, you're going to embarrass me because I'm not going to last that long," I grunted mere seconds in, taking her chin between my thumb and forefinger to stare at the lazy smile on her smeared lips.

　　"I hadn't even started," she whispered, and I thought my cock couldn't go any harder, but it did. Painfully and pleasurable so.

　　I pulled her up, kissing her till my head swam, dizzying me for a second, and it was my turn to smile with mischief.

　　"These are coming off," I said, hooking my fingers on the waistband of her shorts and taking them off in one motion. Her little sleep shirt came next, and her breasts dropped free, dangling over my face. As a man obsessed, I wasted no time latching onto her buds, kissing and sucking, but fuck, I needed to taste her. I needed to hear those moans louder, and the sounds she made when she shattered for me. "Come here," I motioned, and she obeyed.

　　Good girl.

　　Guiding her by her waist, I lifted her until she was settled over my face, glistening pussy on full display, and I inhaled deeply, reacquainting myself with her delicious smell.

　　"Hold on to the headboard. Tight," I said, and she did just that, expelling a needy sigh.

　　My smirk was devilish.

　　Don't worry, baby. I will be supplying every single one of those needs for you.