Page 52 of Roommates' Alpha

He nodded. “Ok.”

I pulled my fingers free and lubed up my cock as Crow stood. Then I helped him back onto my lap, lining him up.

He was hesitant at first, keeping me pressed against him rather than sliding onto me, then he lowered himself a bit, stretching around the head of my cock.

The soft pleasured sigh that escaped him was beautiful.

Crow took me slowly, making sure he gave himself time to adjust, and I was glad our position allowed him to control the pace.

There would be plenty of time to fuck him senseless in the future—if he decided he liked bottoming—but right then, allowing him to figure out his preferences was more important.

I growled in his ear as he seated himself fully on me, his insides trembling as he got used to the intrusion.

“How are you feeling?” I asked as I reached around to wrap my hand around his hard cock.

He gasped as my fingers danced along his shaft. “G-good.”

“You like having me inside you?”

He flushed bright pink and nodded. “Feels so good.”

“Good.” I nipped his shoulder. “I’m going to play with you once you start moving. It’ll make everything feel even better.”

“O-ok.”

It was less than a minute later when Crow rolled his hips, moaning as he moved.

I forced myself to remain still, and not thrust up into his incredible body.

Crow started carefully, lifting up then dropping onto me again with controlled movements. But that changed as soon as he found the angle that had my cock nailing his sweet spot.

“Oh God!” he cried, shuddering as he started riding me hard.

“Take what you need,” I urged, wrapping my hand fully around his cock and stroking it in time with his thrusts.

“I… I don’t… don’t… know… how long… I’ll… last…” he panted as he rode.

I chuckled. “I’ve already come three times tonight. I’m almost there myself. Don’t hold back.”

He nodded, head falling back and eyes fluttering shut as he took me over and over.

This gorgeous man, who’d been figuring out his attraction to men less than six months prior, was now about to take his first knot—my knot.

“O-Owen,” he gasped. “I’m about…”

I kissed his shoulder. “Come for me.”

Crow moaned as his body tensed around me, and cum spilled from his cock.

I thrust up into him to prolong his orgasm as long as I could before the sensation overwhelmed me, then I plunged in deep and allowed my knot to lock us together—which earned me several more pulses of pleasure from him.

I was starting to come down when I realized that Crow’s knot had also popped, so I wrapped my fingers around it to provide pressure—earning me a moan of appreciation.

Crow slumped back against me, a deep growl of satisfaction rumbling in his chest.

“Good?” I asked once I was capable of words.

“Amazing,” he breathed.