The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate Chapter 98

“Shhh…let me do it once more. Let me worship you…”

Her hand reached into his underwear, slow and yet eagerly taking his c*ck out. It was hard, standing so fierce in front of green eyes that ran down the thick length of it.

Quinn gripped it tighter, licking her lips, moistening them before circling the tip with her tongue. He groaned lowly, a sound that lit another fire within her, one that blazed boisterously…one that scorched her dangerously…

Her eyes darted up to stare at him just as she took him into her mouth, gobbling up what she could and stroking the rest of him with her hand. His eyes were so dark and lustful…hidden behind them was a hunger that wanted to feast upon her…but she too wanted to feast upon him; slowly and mercilessly…

It was official now, she was his…and she’d staked her claim on him; claiming him as her alpha…as her king, thus why she needed to worship him…just as he’d many times worshiped her.

Her head bobbed back, her mouth melting around the head of his c*ck. It felt warm against her tongue; warm and heavy…weighing her down in the most pleasurable way possible.

The heat within her was tantalizing, and her clit kept convulsing, wanting to be touched, wanting to be satiated.

As her free hand reached between her legs, she released his c*ck from her mouth and instead licked from the tip to base, wetting it in her saliva, claiming it just as she’d just now claimed his neck.

Zayd’s hand reached for her head, grabbing onto her ponytail and using it to tilt her head back so she gazed solely up at him. He then grabbed his c*ck, guiding it to the thin line between her lips. It was glistening; sloppy and slicked with her spit. “Open your mouth…” He told her.

Quinn opened her mouth; wide, her tongue sticking out, flickering against his c*ck when he slowly thrust it inside of her warm recess again. He moaned above her, clenching those sharp jaws. “Does it turn you on?” He shoved his c*ck deeper, making sure that it touched the back of her throat before retreating. “Does sucking my d*ck make you anxious? Does it make you feel good? Is that why you’re touching yourself?”

Quinn’s fingers rolled her clit, she didn’t want to admit it…but she nodded her head anyway, deciding to be honest, to not conceal anything…at least for tonight.

“You’re hot…” He grumbled out randomly. “On your knees with such innocent eyes, doing something so f*cking filthy.”

He rammed back into her mouth, and Quinn’s fingers quickened instinctively as she gagged around his manhood. The thickness of it made it hard for her to breathe, and the fact that he kept pressing it so deep…felt surprisingly and exceptionally good.

Her eyes watered as he rammed into her mouth again, using her for the sake of his pleasure. His c*ck slammed against her jaws, scraped against her teeth…and glided roughly against her tongue. She was burning up, the furnace within her kept growing, not stopping until it was close to wholly consuming her, until she was at the very brink of exploding.

A moan vibrated through her chest, and Zayd’s eyes darkened as his c*ck slipped off the tip of her tongue. Instead of putting it back in, he stooped in front of her, impatiently planting his lips against hers.

His fingers crawled between her legs, shoving hers aside; replacing them. To his touch, it seemed she was more vulnerable; sensitive. It felt better, every time he rolled his finger, her eyes rolled further back into her head; faster, harder…he didn’t stop…

And in just seconds, her head was thrown back and a cry of pleasure plunged from her mouth as she came. Her body trembled viciously, and her hands grabbed onto him, holding him close as he brought her high enough to touch the clouds.

She ground against his fingers, riding out her wave until she was finally able to catch her breath. His fingers stopped moving then, and he stood up, completely ridding himself of the underwear. He was naked now, his body so thick and muscular; almost seeming impenetrable. “Stand.”

The one word was deep, raspy…a command that riled Quinn up once again.

Her legs quivered as she stood on them, leaning back against the door, looking at him…waiting for him to continue. He drew closer, grabbing her left thigh and lifting it against his waist.

“You did good, angel…” Quinn shivered at his praise and again when she felt his c*ck slide between her folds, settling at her entrance. “You did so f*cking good.”

And then slowly he invaded her walls…so slow that Quinn knew it was deliberate. He wanted her to feel him, every inch of him…breaching deeper…to a place where only his c*ck belonged.

His free hand reached beneath her neck, grabbing loosely, and her unsteady gaze immediately fixated on him. “Does it feel good? Is it driving you off the edge too, Quinn?”

Quinn nodded her head, her teeth sliding across her lips as his c*ck bruised her insides. “Yes…” She answered him. “So f*cking good.”

She grabbed his hand around her neck, putting pressure on it as if to tell him to do the same. He got the message. His loose grip tightened, squeezing her neck to the point where she could barely breathe and instead of his slow strokes, he drove the rest of him inside of her with one hard thrust.

Quinn moaned out breathlessly, gripping his hand tighter when she really couldn’t breathe. He loosened his grip then, but didn’t completely let go. “Tonight you’re…” He smiled, a dark and lopsided smile that seemed to promise her hell…and she was actually looking forward to it. “Your scent is so much denser, and your body is mesmerizing.”

His tongue flickered out, running along the length of her lips. “Your p*ssy is so wet too, wet and tight…it always gets me off.”

When his tongue licked her lips again, Quinn opened her mouth and grabbed it, kissing him wildly; desperately. Zayd grabbed beneath her other thigh, lifting her against the door and stuffing his c*ck even deeper into her.

He retreated his hips, only to stroke her again…passion clear in his movements and then in his eyes when he pulled away from the kiss to stare at her. The first quarter moon that had been drawn on his forehead was now nothing but pale blood scattered over his skin, and she could bet that hers was the same.

She reached out to cup his cheek, resting her forehead against his, while moaning out his name in a low and incoherent whisper. He lengthened his strokes; slowed them, gyrating his hips and continuously hitting that spot that made her p*ssy drool. “F*ck…so good. I’m close.”

Zayd breathed against her lips; a broken breath filled with pleasure. “Me too…” He confessed. “But tonight is far from being over. I’m going to f*ck you again and again and then again.”

His words pushed her off the edge, and she completely fell into the rough waters of pleasure when he started to hammer into her. Fast and then slow…but always so f*cking hard.

She cried out brokenly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she hugged him close, living in the moment, wanting to stay in it forever.

Zayd licked her neck, groaning from how tight her walls gripped him when she clenched them. She was ready to ascend, and he was too. His teeth extracted, and he grated them against her skin before slowly biting in.

Her scream of pleasure had his balls twitching, and anticipation caged him when her teeth extracted, sinking deep into his neck also. He could feel as her p*ssy cried in bliss, squirting its juices all over his c*ck and all over his abdomen.

Zayd moaned, the pleasure of being claimed, being owned roared through him like a lion and his cum splashed against her walls, soaking them in what would remain remnants of him.

He pulled his teeth out, and she did the same, breathing heavily against him. She sounded tired, but he was far from being worn out…far from being done. “Hold on to me.”

Qunn hugged him tighter as he led her to the bed, laying her still shaking body onto his mattress. He spread her legs, peering between them with a look of satisfaction. “F*ck…! This pretty little p*ssy…tell me that I own it.”

Quinn bit her lips, her eyes hooded…turning him on even more. “Y-Yours…” She stuttered out. “I’m yours. My p*ssy, my whole body, my heart and my soul…it all belongs to you.”

He growled as he probed two fingers inside, using them to f*ck her until she was shaking quite vividly again, legs clamping shut as she wet the bed. It was amusing to watch; her expression as she climaxed was enough to full his hard c*ck with newfound desire.

He grabbed her convulsing thighs, roughly pulling them open again. She begged him, those green eyes glistening with tears begged him to have mercy, but he didn’t. He rammed back into her…starting a night he didn’t think would ever end. ”After this, we're doing backshots...I want to make use of that innocent ponytail you've made with your hair.”

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