Alexander may close his eyes, but Burr will not allow him to forget who he is with, who it is who is buried inside him. He shouldn't have time to gather himself, before his fourth orgasm. Should be kept flushed and overwhelmed and out of his mind. Was made to be kept like this--filled, fucked, used. My, how good it would be for Burr to take him home, to hide him away in his townhome, too young for him and very pregnant. How many children, could Burr plant in him, before old age rendered him infertile?
Alexander's flesh is young, supple, wanting. He seems almost shocked, at the pleasure wrung from him. Perhaps he lied, and this is his first heat, or his first with an alpha who knows the joys of bringing another pleasure. Before Alexander has caught his breath Burr is kissing him, delicately nipping, sucking at his lips, and beginning slow, delicate circles of his hips, rocking them. God bless heat pheromones, or he would not still be hard, though he had hears tell that he consorts with the devil, in the department of virility--yet even those rumors have died down, with the death of his political career.
Ah, nothing so worthwhile to steal his attention, with Alexander here, spread out before him. He is determined to fuck him one more, to get him good and truly sullied, yet right now he can do more than fuck him shallowly, for as much as he enjoys pulling the knot tight against Alexander's entrance and plunging that small distance back in. His hands creep lower, to the swell of Alexander's ass, massaging, feeling the swell of each buttocks in his hands.
Delighted, to find the slick has run so much to easy cover this second hole, and soak the bedclothes beneath them. Easy, to slip one finger in his, drinking in that little shocked gasp, the way his body jolts around his cock. Burr takes care, probing inside him--a bit of pressure through that internal wall, rubbing from both sides, as his knot rocks inside him. A second finger, circling, teasing, slipping inside, searching out that point of pleasure.
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Alexander's flesh is young, supple, wanting. He seems almost shocked, at the pleasure wrung from him. Perhaps he lied, and this is his first heat, or his first with an alpha who knows the joys of bringing another pleasure. Before Alexander has caught his breath Burr is kissing him, delicately nipping, sucking at his lips, and beginning slow, delicate circles of his hips, rocking them. God bless heat pheromones, or he would not still be hard, though he had hears tell that he consorts with the devil, in the department of virility--yet even those rumors have died down, with the death of his political career.
Ah, nothing so worthwhile to steal his attention, with Alexander here, spread out before him. He is determined to fuck him one more, to get him good and truly sullied, yet right now he can do more than fuck him shallowly, for as much as he enjoys pulling the knot tight against Alexander's entrance and plunging that small distance back in. His hands creep lower, to the swell of Alexander's ass, massaging, feeling the swell of each buttocks in his hands.
Delighted, to find the slick has run so much to easy cover this second hole, and soak the bedclothes beneath them. Easy, to slip one finger in his, drinking in that little shocked gasp, the way his body jolts around his cock. Burr takes care, probing inside him--a bit of pressure through that internal wall, rubbing from both sides, as his knot rocks inside him. A second finger, circling, teasing, slipping inside, searching out that point of pleasure.