The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate Chapter 142

“I’m not okay…” She raised her head to look at him; giving up, giving in. “Take care of me.”

Her breathless words surprised him, the desperation in them was the same desperation he felt; a need that only involved her. Her scent was mesmerizing; like an hypnotic spell it compelled him; drowning him in the most graceful way possible. He wanted her…f*ck, he wanted her so bad. “Say that again, I want to make sure I heard that right. I don’t want to do something that’ll f*ck with the progress of our relationship, so please say it again.”

She bit her bottom lip, the motion flipping the switch in his head, loosening a lot of screws. “I said that…you heard me, I know you did.”

“I never said I didn’t…I want to make sure you’re aware of your words too and not just caught up in a moment you’ll regret.”

“I know what I said.”

“Then why can’t you say it again?”

“That’s…well that’s…” She removed her hands from his shoulders and then slid his hand away from her cheek. “Let’s just go.”

She attempted to get off of him, but he grabbed her waist, pulling her back down. “Delilah just…I’m desperate here…”

“Take care of me, that…that’s what I said.”

“And you won’t regret it?”

“N-No, but even if I do, I won’t blame you.”

“Okay…” Jake kept his eyes on her as his hands slowly drifted down her hips and to the hem of the dress that rested against her thighs. A shiver wracked through her body as he pushed it higher, revealing even more of her flawless skin. She seemed nervous and yet anxious at the same time, while he was…confused.

He wasn’t sure if she was ready for this…he knew he was…but something like this shouldn’t be one-sided. He didn’t want to be the only one that wanted her, he wanted her to want him too…however, his patience was getting too thin, he couldn’t stop.

This moment had been playing in his head for a while now…he’d dreamt of it last night; his hands roaming her skin…freely and unwaveringly…

He’d dreamt of grasping her lips with his…his eyes drifted down to stare at them, the small, heart-shaped flesh that his lips could easily cover.

He’d dreamt of engraving his mark on her neck…his eyes focused on the slenderness of her throat, specifically at the scar Jeovanni had left there. He wanted to erase it, to replace it with his…but again, he knew she wasn’t ready…

He’d dreamt of exploring her wholly…he’d dreamt of her hard nipples against his tongue, in his mouth…his eyes drifted to her chest, wishing he could see all that was beyond her dress…but the thin patience he had left along with the one string of control was what stopped him from ripping the garment.

His hands made it to the apex of her thighs, and he could hear the harsh breath that left her lips…it wasn’t surprising that he wished it was his name. “I won’t go too far, I promise. I know you’re not ready yet.”

She didn’t respond, but she didn’t break the eye contact between them as his fingers slid the crotch of her wet panty aside. Her breaths exhilarated and her lips quivered in what seemed to be anticipation.

Jake glanced down between her thighs…this felt like their first time, even though it wasn’t. It was far from it, he already knew what her p*ssy looked like; how pink and pretty it was, how good it felt wrapped around his c*ck, and he honestly wished he didn’t.

There was no excuse for what he’d done, no way to erase it or take it back…no matter how much he wanted to. He just had to live his whole life regretting it; desperately trying to make up for it.

His fingers glided between her folds, feeling the wetness that immediately stained them; a wetness too thick to be because of the rain…a wetness he suddenly wanted to taste.

A breathy moan left her lips when his fingers slowly started to circle her clit, and his eyes met hers again, wanting to see if the lust was mutual between them. He also wanted to see every bit of emotion that made itself present on her face…he wanted to know how she looked when she felt pleasure and not pain…he wanted to familiarize himself with this side of her beauty. “I never thought you’d be this wet; for me at least.”

“I’m…this is…I just…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, something like this is inevitable and yet just knowing you want me too…even just the slightest bit makes me so f*cking hard. You feel it too, don’t you? The desperation I feel…just how much and how long I’ve wanted this.” His fingers slipped beneath her clit and to the entrance he knew led to heaven…for only heaven was pretty enough to come close to it. “I’ll make you feel good, I’ll make you want me even more. Every day, then every hour…I’ll make sure just a touch gets you excited and wet…I’ll make sure you know that you belong to me, every part of you; including here.”

One of his fingers probed into her and her walls caved around it immediately; tight and warm…a place his c*ck wanted to be. She whimpered, the sound tugging at his string of control, clawing away at his resilience. Was this craving he felt humanely possible? Could somebody really want another this much?

He'd never been one to really care about a woman’s pleasure, but he cared about hers. The sinful things running through his head…were definitely coming from the devil.

Goddess he was hungry…starving to get a taste of her…he just…he just didn’t know how f*cking far he could go. However, he wanted to go just a bit further, to do something he’d never ever thought of doing to another woman. The hunger he felt, he wanted to satiate it and for the love of god, he would…

Pulling the finger out, he brought it to his lips swiping it against his tongue. The juice was sweet, much like he thought it’d be. His hands slid beneath her bum, holding her firmly as he laid her down against the table.

She gasped, straining to look up at him. “What are you doing?”

Jake grabbed her thighs, spreading them. “I’m sorry…this might be a bit too much, but please…” He reached for the waistband of her drawers. “I never planned to take it this far, but holding back is much harder than I thought. Food is what should be served on a table, but why is that you look more perfect laying there? Why is that I want to f*cking taste you?”

A/N// Yep, I meowed when he said that part about making her (me) want him…lmao…!

Daddy, you don’t have to do anything to make me want you…when it’s not possible to make me want you anymore than I do…

Delulu at its finest. Anybody wants to take me to church?