The Alpha Prince's Abused Mate Chapter 53

“Alana…” his voice is hoarse as if he is in pain especially when I squeezed his hardness lightly.

“Can I? Please?” I asked again, with each second I spent my hand on top of it, the harder it became, mesmerizing me more.

“Oh, Alana…” he gave in and guided me back into the bed.

“Fuck!” he muttered when I stood up and knelt between his legs.

I looked up at him from the floor and asked innocently, “Why are you cursing me, William?”

“I’m sorry. It’s just that,” he paused and cupped my face. “You look so hot right now, Alana.”

Hot? Am I burning now?

Crawling closer into the gap between his thighs, I raised my hand and slowly unzipped his pants with my trembling hands.

It took me minutes before I successfully zipped it down because my hands are too shaky to perform a very simple task.

I also do not really know why I am doing this but I was just too curious to see him inside there. I want to touch it to see what it’s going to make of William.

He traced my lips with his fingers. “Alana, you can always stop. We can stop now. I think we should stop.”

“No,” I said firmly. “I want to see and touch it. You gave me permission already,” I said in a stubborn voice.

Chuckling, he nodded and waited for my next move.

I managed to pull down his pants so now his pair of boxers is the only thing that’s keeping me from seeing the humongous thing that is now sticking out of the waistband waiting for me to see.

Without hesitation, I pulled down the waistband and his thing was proudly standing up waiting for me.

I inspected it closer and inhaled its scent that is as manly and sweet like William.

I touched its tip, earning a guttural sound from William whose eyes were burning in flames while he watched me play with his manhood.

He held his back, biting his lips as he let out a moan when I moved my fingertips across his shaft.

“Is it really this hard? Are you always like this, William?” I asked while still moving my hand, curious about the sticky milk coming out from him.

“No,” he answered through a heavy breathing. “I am only this hard when I am with you.”

Somehow, knowing that pleases me so much. There is something magical and deep about him admitting that I am the only one that could make him like this. The great alpha prince, the man whom every lady wants in this state has his eyes only on me.

Pride swelled in my heart as I moved faster. I learned that when I do it, the more moans of pleasure that comes out of him.

“Can you even walk with this hard thing?”

“Hardly,” he said and cursed again. “Oh, Alana. I’m sorry but this is like killing me slowly and deliciously, my mate.”

In a flash, he carried me back into the bed, him on top of me as he crashed his mouth on mine.  I saw how he guided my hand to continue moving around him but this time, at a much faster rate than I can do.

The bed began creaking, his kisses were rougher than usual, while the rocking on my hand in his manhood went as fast as possible until William’s body stiffened on top of me as I felt my hands getting all wet and warm from all the liquid that was coming out from him.

“Alana…” he uttered and kissed me longer before burying his face into my neck and kissing the mark that he put there.

His heartbeat is so fast that I became worried. Tapping his back, I took a peep at his face. His eyes are closed but there is so much satisfaction in his face.

“William? Are you okay? What happened to you?”

That’s the time when he raised his face to me. Realizing something, he quickly got up, fixed himself, and reached for the tissue on the bedside table.

He took my hand and began wiping off the white stuff on it with the tissue. There’s too much liquid in there that he used too much to completely clean my hand and the bed where some of his juices dripped.

“I’m sorry if I was too rough. Did I hurt you?” he asked when we were back on the bed cuddling each other.

“Does it really feel like this?” I said out of nowhere as his hard kisses and touch replayed in my head.

Will it be a shame to admit if I tell him that I like it so much? I liked it better when he kissed me that way. It felt like we are more connected to each other if that even makes sense.

He kissed my head. “Feel what?”

I raised my head at him. “This is good. Do it again.”

“Hmm? Do what?” He kissed my nose and my cheeks.

“What you did to me… I want to do it again with you, William. I want you to kiss me hard, to touch me like what you did earlier. Can you do that to me again?”

“Fuck… you don’t know what you are asking, Alana. I… I might hurt you… I might crush you for god’s sake.”

While saying that, the flush on his face and neck are back again. Seeing it, I softly touched them delicately down from his neck to the wild beating of his chest.

“Why are you out of breath, William? Are you running out of air?”

“Fuck…” he cursed and went on top of me again, his hands keeping mine hostage above my head.

“Do you really want this?” He rubbed his hardness on my stomach, losing the control he has been holding on for a long time.

“Yes,” I answered with all my heart, cupping his face towards me. “I want this, William. I want you, my mate.”