Trapped Between Two Alphas (Katerina)

Chapter 20

She's fucking hot,

hotter than the flames in my fireplace. Her lips sheath her teeth,

which leaves her luscious lips wrapping around my engorged dick.

She draws my cock in. Then, out. She repeats the torturous and

teasing routine. I want to fuck her mouth hard. But, I surrender and

let her do what her heart desires. It's the holidays, anyways. And

it's hard to complain when your cock is stuffed in the love of your life's mouth.

Her much-appreciated service continues, and I'm left standing in

awe with my cock pulsating in her mouth. My baby girl's fucking

talented and thoughtful. She makes sure my balls aren't left alone as she massages them while she

chokes on my length. I feel all

warm inside, like I just drank hot coffee, except she's way better

than hot coffee. I clutch her hair tightly as pleasure lances through

my body. She slips one of my balls between her lips and repeats this to its twin.

God, I'm going to fucking combust. "Baby girl, I'm so close," I

warn.

"Mmm, give it to me, Daddy. Your cock slut needs it."

Oh, fuck. Her obscene words never cease to fail to push me right

to the edge; I'm shooting my love and passion, all for her, down

her throat. "Oh my God, baby." My legs quiver.

She sucks on the head and cleans off my cock with her tongue.

"Fuck, kitten. You're too sweet to me." I pull her up and lock my

lips to hers, my tongue slipping past her lips to caress her tongue.

I breathe heavily as I move away from her lips. I cup her cheek.

"Tell me, what do you want next?" I want to hear her.

"I need your cock inside me, Daddy, please."

"You don't want your pussy devoured first?" I want to please my girl.

"No, not this holiday season."

"All right. How would you like to be fucked this Christmas, angel?"

"Doggy-style first, please."

"Good choice. Get ready for me."

She prepares, setting herself on her knees on the couch with her

ass, high up where the sun shines, on full display for me. She shakes her ass, teasing me.

I chuckle and smack her ass, eliciting a gasp from her. "You horny girl, mmm." I brush the tip of my

cock along her slick folds to

tease her in return. Oh, she's so fucking ready to get her brains

fucked out. But, I want to tease her still; I continue to run the tip

against her wet folds, appreciating the erotic feeling. I grip her hair,

pulling her towards me. I whisper in her ear, "Tell me how much

you want me inside you, baby." I kiss her earlobe and await her

begging.

"Please, Daddy, I need you." That's it? No, that's not going to get us anywhere.

I circle my tip on her sex organ. "Come on, baby, you can beg much

better than that. It's Christmas, and you have to be more specific.

Tell me."

She groans. "I need your big cock, Daddy, fucking my brains out,

please."

Good enough. I'm impatient, but I did appreciate hearing her beg

for me. "That'll do." I slide my length into the tight, wet, and warm

entryway, stretching her walls out. Finally, my cock is back where

it belongs, in my happy place, deep inside my beautiful, sweet girl.

I lean in and slowly pump my shaft.

"Oh, fuck yes," my girl mutters under her breath.

I grip her hip and plant a kiss on her shoulder. "That's my girl.

Enjoy every inch of Daddy's cock inside you, baby."

"Faster, please."

I pump my cock at a slow and sensual pace, just how I like it in the

mornings, and I don't want to alter the pace. But, I remember that I

allowed my girl to take the wheel today. I have to follow through.

So, I fulfill her request, thrusting faster. I tug on her hair that I

twisted into a ponytail. I kiss her ear and bite the shell. She's all

mine. She's always been ever since I laid eyes on hers.

I sit on the couch now, and my girl rides me like there's no tomorrow, properly appreciating my cock

buried inside as much as she can.

I lean back. Fuck me, baby. I'm all yours. Three-hundred and sixty-five-fucking-days a year.

She rests her palm on my chest while her other hand cups the

nape of my neck. She kisses me hard and aggressively, turning me

on so much. I play with her tongue. I grip her hip tighter; my grip

around her throat tightens.

"Fuck, I'm going to come, Daddy."

"Me, too, baby. Come on my cock. I need you." With my words and

the buck of my hips, she moans. My cock is drenched with her

sweet release. She kisses me sloppily from her intense orgasm

that I was responsible for.

Seconds later, I reach my own climax again, stuffing my load deep

inside my happy place, marking my territory. I let go of her lips to

catch my breath.

She covers my cheek with kisses. Oh, baby girl.

"Merry Christmas Daddy. I hope you can accept my

apology for abandoning your bed last night."

"Oh, baby, thank you. I love you. Of course I accept your apology.

You know exactly the kind of apology I would accept, good girl." I

press my lips against hers.

"I love you, too."

"Please make an effort next time to come to my bed."

She holds my face in her soft hands. "Okay. Only because I feel

bad for making you freeze your balls off."

"And because you don't want me to die from a cardiac arrest from thinking that you left me for another

man."

She pecks my lips. "Remember our promise to each other? No more cheating on either of us ever

again. I promise to come and snuggle up in your

arms regardless of how tired I am because it's where I belong."

I smile. "Good. I'm glad that's settled. Now, what would you like for

breakfast, angel? I'll cook today, as a Christmas present."

"Oh my. You're actually cooking for once." She licks my lips.

"Surprise me."

"Hmm, okay, but speaking of a surprise—"

"Oh, God, what do you have planned?"

"Just a little trip to Cabo for New Year's Eve and the New Year."

Her face lights up with joy like whenever I take my pants off in

front of her. She hugs me tightly. Her hug says it all.

I love her even more. "I can't wait to claim your pretty pussy in Cabo, angel."

"Oh, Jesus."

I laugh. "Mmm, let me head to the kitchen to make breakfast, so

we can eat and fuck again." I can't resist stroking her supple lips

with my thumb. "Oh, and because I'm going to be cooking naked,

don't touch yourself because I promise to take care of you after

breakfast, understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

**********

Plane rides. I love them, especially when they include my girl and my favorite drink, tequila. I lean back

into my seat after taking a sip of my well-

deserved/ much-needed tequila drink. My inner self jumps up and down in excitement, looking forward

to several days of fun in Cabo

—spending time with friends, drinking tequila, and fucking the shit

out of my wife, of course.

I glance to my side and find the love of my life reading a book,

most likely another erotic work. I place my hand on her knee, and

she rests her hand on mine. Oh, her touch. Desire bolts straight to

my crotch.

Thank God she's wearing a dress. I inch my calloused hand up the

smooth surface of her thigh and under her dress, but before I

reach her special palace, she halts my hand. She sends my hand

back to her knee and grips my knuckle. "Not here, Kaden, please."

I kiss her cheek and smile against her skin. "I'm sorry, baby, but

Daddy's hand is a little cold. It could use some warmth."

"Please don't reach up my dress in public to warm your hand."

I want to laugh out loud, but I find all the strength to contain

myself. She doesn't want to put on a show for the people today.

Such a shame. But, an idea pops into my mind. "Did you bring a

blanket with you?"

"Yes. I always do."

"Great. Can you please take it out then? It'll keep me warm so I

won't have to reach up your dress." I smile at her.

She sighs and pulls out the blanket from her bag. "Here," she says

and hands me the blanket.

"Thank you. You are my savior, baby." She really is. Now, I can

stuff my fingers inside her, keeping them warm without any prying

eyes noticing. I unfold the blanket and lay it across her lap and

mine. "That's better. Thank you, again."

She continues reading her book. She's so focused—it's turning me RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

on. However, she manages to respond to me. "You're welcome,

Sir." Her eyes remain locked onto her book.

Beneath the blanket, I gently squeeze her thigh. She doesn't flinch,

maintaining her focus on her book. It's finally my chance. I locate

the special area between her legs and caress her. Damn, she's wearing panties.

She gasps.

"Why are you wearing panties?" I ask lowly in her ear.

"Why do you have to always be extra frisky in public?"

"Answer my question first."

"I wanted to piss you off."

"Oh, you did a good job doing so." I slap her between her legs.

"Fuck," she mutters under her breath and bites her lip. "It's your

turn to answer my question."

"You're always so fucking gorgeous and I always want everyone to

know how much I cherish you." Through the fabric of her panties, I

circle her clitoris with my thumb.

Her mouth opens to release a subdued moan. She grips her book

tighter. "Oh my fuck."

The kids are two seats behind us in the spacious plane and the music playing inside the plane is

enough to prevent them from hearing our conversation.

The stranger that sits next to her overhears her words.

"Is everything all right?" God, can he worry about himself? I'm trying to play with my wife in peace.

"Y-yes," she chokes out an answer and turns to the man,

"Everything's fine."

The man nods and turns to face forward, minding his own

business. Thank God.

He closes his eyes. Good, keep them

closed, please.

Annabel's attention shifts back to her task at hand: reading her book

and appreciating my fingers teasing her sex organ.

In order to gain entry into her sacred palace, I push the fabric hiding her entrance to the side. I shove

two fingers inside. She's

warm. She's wet. She feels so good. I draw my fingers in and out, and my cock strains against my

jeans as her juices coat my

fingers. I curve my fingers.

Quietly, she moans my name. My sweet girl. "How's the story so

far?" I ask, referring to the book she's attempting to read.

"Not as good as you pleasing me."

"I appreciate the compliment, baby." I pump my fingers faster,

showing my appreciation.

"Oh, Jesus."

"That's not my name, cutie, but I appreciate the effort."

"Kaden, I'm close," she warns.

"Mmm, don't come. Not here." I retract my fingers from her pussy.

"W-what? I need to come, please." She turns to me, demonstrating her need to combust through her

eyes.

"You will come, don't worry. Just not here." There's too many people. I need a little more privacy. "I'm

going to the bathroom.

Meet me there in five minutes. Make sure to knock twice on the

door." I give her lips a quick peck with mine. I stand up, and her

eyes never leave me. I smirk at her and head for the bathroom.

With my non-dominant hand that wasn't used to play with my girl, I

open the bathroom door and step inside. I make sure the door

locks behind me. I sigh in relief. Finally, I'm isolated. Now, all I

need is my girl, and I'll be the happiest man alive.

I think about my girl again, and I slip my fingers between my lips,

savoring the erotic and delicious flavor of her juices that I collected earlier. About a minute later, I eject

my fingers and lick my lips. Only four more minutes left and my load can be stuffed in

her pussy.

After waiting for another four minutes, or what felt like four years, I

hear two knocks on the door. It's fuck time. Quickly, I open the

door, revealing the love of my life standing in front of me. I grab

her hand. I shut the door behind me. I waste no time and begin

undoing my belt and jeans. In no time, my raging length is exposed

and twitching with sexual frustration. "Turn around, gorgeous," I

order.

She obeys.

I walk up behind her and lift up her dress. I caress the delicate and

soft skin of her ass. Her breath hitches. I lower my lips to her ear

while still rubbing her bare flesh. "We're going to make this quick,

baby."

"Okay, Daddy," she whispers in the most sexiest and sensual way

possible. My cock winces.

The tip of my length slides down the cleft of her ass, and she

spreads her legs farther apart. Soon, the tip meets her entrance,

and cautiously, I impale her soaking wet heat, spreading her inner

walls. I pump my cock hard and fast inside her, fucking all of my

desperation, passion, and love for my girl. She groans, and I tug on her hair.

It takes no time for me to bust my load inside her. I bite her

earlobe as I thrust my cock, reveling in my orgasm. Now, it's her

turn. I need her juices on my cock. "Come for me, baby girl." On command, I feel her nectar of love on

my length. I smile and kiss

the shell of her ear. "That's my girl, thank you." The flight to Cabo is already going smoothly.