Page 90 of The Forgotten

“I meant to talk to you, but there was the little issue of a psychotic bitch who wanted to kill my friend,” I continue, finding my rhythm as I groan softly. Damn, I swear, every time he swallows around me, it brings me closer to coming. “My life isn’t the safest, but I protect what belongs to me. Is that clear?”

The wet sound of Kevin sucking my cock is the only reply, but that’s fine with me. His joggers are pulled down his thick thighs, and his hand palms his dick as he stares up at me with pure worship in his eyes.

I don’t know what to make of it, but it feels like a second chance of sorts.

“Be a good boy and don’t come,” I warn, my hand fisting his hair as I begin to fuck his throat.

Having this man on his knees for me should be illegal. While I do alright in a fight, it’s clear to me that Kevin works out regularly. The only reason I do as well as I do is because I fucking cheat.

My knot is begging for attention, and Kevin willingly opens his mouth wider to allow me entrance. His cheeks are stuffed full of cock and knot like a chipmunk, yet he refuses to let my size dictate his performance. The stock room smells like fudge, cinnamon, and vanilla, and I bet that the scents will escape into the hallway soon.

It’s a good thing everyone on this side of the building can mind their own goddamned business.

“Such a good boy,” I croon, making him painfully squeeze the tip of his cock to stop himself from coming. I don’t play fair, remember? “Are you going to swallow this load of cum I’m going to give you? Every fucking drop until your stomach distends from the amount?”

His whine is loud enough to trigger my release without warning, and my vision begins to fade as I explode down his throat. I give no other indication that I’m going to come, the teasing is all he gets.

Kevin chokes on the force of my release, but manages to swallow most of it. Some still escapes past his pouty lips and down his chin, but I rather like the sight of him covered in my cum. I’m a possessive bastard.

It doesn’t matter that I caught sight of him once over a year ago and the breeze brought his scent over to me while he smiled and flirted with others, I knew there was something there. I just couldn’t pursue it since Hollis was beaten to hell and back that day.

Responsibility overrides any vices I could possibly have, outside of drinking.

“Oh fuck, that’s it. So damn good,” I groan, slowly pulling my cock out of his mouth. “Show me what a good job you did.”

Instead, he opens to show me a small glob of cum that he has saved on his tongue. Smirking, I pinch his jaw to keep it open, biting my tongue hard so it bleeds. Then, I spit the mess into his mouth, watching his reaction.

“Now show me what a pretty little whore you can be for me,” I growl releasing his mouth.

I wait for him to exhibit any type of hesitation, but there’s none. I wouldn’t have any trouble forcing him to swallow the concoction in his mouth, yet he does it of his own volition.

“What, like it’s hard to swallow parts of you I get to keep?” he teases, grinning as I yank him to his feet.

He’s covered in his own cum, his stomach white with the release. His shirt is pulled up to keep him from getting it messy, and I pull it off to gaze at him.

“It looks like you only listen when you want to,” I say, shoving his joggers to the ground. “Present to your alpha. I need to stuff you full of cum again.”

His cock is still thick, heavy, and ready for more; as is mine. A refractory period seems to be nonexistent and unnecessary for the two of us.

Turning to face the shelves, he bends over, grabs his asscheeks and spreads them wide. Kicking his feet wider, I smirk as he loses one of his pant legs. In fact, he’s slightly tangled in it, but it won’t affect us for now. When it does, I’ll fix it. Squatting, I do something I never have before.

Shoving my nose between his legs, I inhale deeply. He smells fucking incredible. Needing a taste, I shove my tongue into his tight hole, lapping at the slick that’s sliding out of it.

“Oh fuck. Please, please, argh, Alpha!” Kevin begs.

Refusing to stop, I get my fill, pushing my fingers deep inside, enjoying the wetness I find as I stretch him.

“You were a bad boy,” I croon, pushing a fourth finger inside him.

It’s as close to fisting him as I can get in here. Kevin’s breathy moans are pornographic as he forces himself to acclimate to my fingers.

“So mad that you won’t give me your cock?” he asks, gasping when I spank his ass.

His tight hole clenches around my fingers, making me smirk as I force him up onto his toes as I fuck him with them. The angle rubs against a deeper part of him, lighting up his nerve endings.

“Maybe,” I lie easily, standing. “Be a good boy and shove your fist in your mouth. Keep it down for me, yeah?”

Pulling my belt free, I loop it in half, holding it tightly. Kevin’s fist is in his mouth as he opens his legs wider. His gaze slides over his shoulder, undoubtedly watching as I strike him with the belt. Instead of screaming, he groans, pushing his ass out further. I want him to remember me when he sits. This is possession as well as discipline.