Wolf-less Omega Luna

CHAPTER 77: READY FOR DESSERT

Axel’s POV

I wanted this one to be about Alana. I wanted this night to be about pleasing her and getting her to feel good and feel how much I valued her and cherished her body.

I wanted to worship every part of her like the goddess that she was —no offense, Moon Goddess— but she had a charm that always turned my brain to mud. At one point, I gave up control and let her have the upper hand in the kiss. But when I couldn’t get enough of her spice, her taste: that taste of the golden apples of Hesperides, I went for it. Hard.

I was also trying to hold myself back because Alana was carrying our baby and I didn’t want anything to go south just because I couldn’t keep my cock in my pants whenever I saw her toned legs under a silk nightgown. She wasn’t helping issues. As soon as she rocked her hips on my already hard and twitching cock, I gave in.

“Turn around, Alana.” She got up from my lap with the speed of light and arched her back on my work table. One which had never served a better purpose. “Good girl.”

Her wavy auburn hair was extra full and shiny today. I took a handful and wrapped it around my hand for support. “Tap on the table twice if it becomes too hard, okay?” Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“It won’t, but okay.”

“Alana, you’re carrying our baby. I don’t want you to be hurt,” I said through groans as my cock

became impossibly harder. She was arching her back more and pushing herself against my body.

“Are you sure that’s it? Or you just don’t have it in you today to fuck me the way I want today?”

I gave her a disapproving smack on her right cheek through her thin gown expecting her to cry out but she let out a needy moan instead.

“Twice,” I tapped on the table with my free hand.

“You’re not worried about someone hearing us? Or walking in on us?”

“It’s just you and me today, princess.”

The only person who was supposed to linger around the house was Tyler since he never liked staying in his own apartment —werewolf thing—. But since he got together with Alana’s friend, I began to see less and less of him. And today, the probability of him coming over was less than zero.

My hand that wasn’t grasping Alana’s hair found her neck and traced her spine till I found the hem of her garment. Pulling it off her would take too much time and I doubted my cock could wait any longer, so I decided to rip it off. Alana gasped.

“Axel!”

I grunted an inaudible response.

“One, stop teasing me. Not fair. Two, how am I going to get back to the room with my clothes torn to shreds?”

I let the shredded material slip from my fingers to the ground and I released her hair to swiftly take off my sleeves and step out of my pants

“One, it’s payback. Two, I like my clothes on you better anyway, so I don’t see the problem here.”

She hummed and I saw her arching her back impossibly further, giving me the perfect view of her flawless body. I wrapped my left hand around her hair again and skimmed my free hand through her body, stopping by her slender waist and I circled my hand around the curve.

Alana’s center was glistening, a drop of her juice was trickling down her folds, and as greedy as I was, I dipped in to lick it off with a slurp, and I let out a satisfied moan.

She arched her back more for me and the agonizing scent of her juices and her arousal filled my nostrils. I reveled in the sight for a second or two.

“Are you going to fuck me now, Axel?” There was a trace of a plea in her tone, then neediness, then arousal, and finally, readiness. It had me working my way to her clit with my hand under her. I let it slide between two fingers and she released the breath she was holding. “Yess,” she moaned through shallow breaths.

“Yes, what?” I slowly increased my pace.

“Yes, fuck me. Please!” She tried to move her body against my hand for more friction but I held her legs in place with mine. Her pleading whimpers made my cock twitch and pre-cum dripped from the tip of my cock till it formed enough to slide down my length.

I didn’t want to break the rhythm so I released my hold on her hair and ran my hand down my length twice before positioning my cock at her heating entrance.

Slowly, I pushed the tip in, squeezed my eyes shut, and threw my head back to let myself soak in her warmth. As I stretched her, her melodic moan filled my ears again, intensifying the level of my pleasure.

I pushed about two more inches of me into her to see just how much she could take on the first go. Being a good girl, Alana opened up for me nicely and at the same time, gripped my cock with her walls firmly.

If I continued like this for another five seconds, I was going to burst open, so I pulled out completely.

“Please, Axel. More. Give me more.” Screw my pride.

I sank in again balls deep with full force, without warming, and that caused Alana to cry out in both pleasure and pain. I knew this because she tried to push herself even farther down my cock. I knew I was large. So how Alana took me so perfectly was beyond me. It made me even hornier.

“Twice, baby. Tap twice.”

Alana’s hands got off the table and she turned them backward till they found my skin. She fisted my thigh with one hand and supported herself with the other on my left arm.

I gave her three slow thrusts, allowing her warm juices to form a thin coat around my entire length while trying to swallow the grunts that were at the tip of my tongue.

Then, I trashed whatever dignity I had left and rammed into her like the deranged bulldog that I was.

For the next minute or two, the only sounds that reverberated through the office were wet balls

slapping against Alana’s pussy, skin flushing against skin, needy moans, and desperate growls.

“Fuck,” Alana cried out. My hand was still on her clit, stroking, pressing, rubbing, and kneading, as I thrust in and out of her without mercy. “Axel!”

My balls grew tighter with every moan that escaped Alana’s lips and my shaft grew in size inside her.

Her body started to shudder and that’s when I knew I had her right where I wanted her. I changed the tempo on her clit but maintained the pace of my thrusts because I was feeling myself on her spot. A few more thrusts, and Alana pressed her head into the table to muffle the strained scream that tore through her.

It was my turn. I flushed my body against hers and gave her three deep, long, and purposeful strokes before I came undone. My thread snapped and I filled Alana to the brim with my seed and watched it drip down her legs.

We took a few seconds to come down from the high of the first round before I felt myself growing inside her again. I warned her. But first, I was going to fulfill my promise to her.

“I’m ready for dessert, Alana.” She looked at me with more of a pleading eye than anything else. “Are you?”